Juice waited anxiously in line for the payphone. The dark hallway made him nervous as did the lack of any real supervision. Memories of his prison shivving from a few months before flooded into his head putting him even more on edge. The only thing keeping him from bolting out of there was the number he kept reciting to himself. Her number.

Once it was his turn, he almost sprinted towards the payphone at the end. He quickly punched in the number before planting his back against the wall so he could see all the other prisoners around him. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he listened to the phone ring. Once, twice...shit, if she didn't answer, he didn't know what he'd do.

"Hey you," her voice finally answered over the phone. "How are you?"

He let out a sigh of relief. "Hey baby," he replied, tilting his head back against the cold wall behind him as he relaxed. It'd been ten days since he'd last seen her, since he'd last heard her voice. "I'm all right," he answered vaguely. "How about you?"

"I am just finishing up preparing Mr. Wilson."

Juice chuckled. "Sexy," he commented, picturing her in her scrubs and protective gear. The bejeweled Bluetooth headset he'd gotten her in her ear. "Guess who my cellmate it?"

"Who?"

"Your cousin."

Her laugh had his heart doing flip flops. God, he missed her. "Shut up. No, he's not," she said, trying to hold in her laughter.

"Oh yeah. He most definitely is," Juice replied, laughing himself. He couldn't believe his luck when the Tacoma Killer walked into the cell, kicked him out of the bottom bunk, and told him to shut the fuck up.

"Guess that means I shouldn't send you dirty pictures, huh?" she teased. "Too bad. El got a bikini shot the other day when we went to the pool."

He swallowed hard at the thought of Angela in her silver bikini. Now that was an image he loved. He didn't need a photograph to picture it; that image would forever stay in his head. "Damn," he said under his breath. "You been keepin' busy without me?"

"Too busy," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I'm sorry I haven't been to visit, Juice. With my job and dealin' with my Ma and Aunt...something always comes up. Now with your damn weed shop, I barely have time to think. But that's what you want, isn't it? For me to be busy?"

Juice chuckled, of course she saw through him. When the guys from the dispensary he usually went to for his weed told them they were thinking of opening a dispensary and colonic shop in Charming, he'd jumped at the chance to get a piece of it. He'd worked hard on the planning, scouting locations, etc. but had gone inside before anything really started happening. Now the set up was left in Angela's hands, and he was glad for it. Keeping her busy meant he didn't have to worry as much about other things. "Maybe," he answered, smirking to himself. "Don't worry about visitin'. Got a few more days before we can have a contact visit anyways. I don't like the idea of seein' you through glass."

"Fair enough. Hap doesn't want me and Elena visiting either," Angela commented. The line went quiet for a few moments, and Juice wondered if she'd hung up. Then he heard her sad sigh. "I miss you, Juice."

The soft sound of her voice just about broke his heart. He wished he could be there right now, wrap his arms around her and reassure her everything was going to be okay. "Yeah. Miss you too, Angel," he murmured back because he really did. He missed her more than he ever thought he would. Not just because of the physical stuff either. He missed their conversations that lasted long into the night, he missed playing video games with her, and the way she looked when she was cooking him breakfast. Everything.

She sighed as she heard the tell tale beep meaning they were reaching the end of their time. "You gotta go," she stated, her voice sad.

"Yeah," he said, sucking in a deep breath. "Thanks for answering."

She laughed lightly. "Of course I'm gonna answer, Juice. Don't be ridiculous. I practically tripped over my feet trying to get to my phone...then I remembered I had this handy-dandy Bluetooth."

"Toldja it'd come in handy," he teased, remembering her swearing she'd never use it because it was a pain in the ass.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You were right," she replied begrudgingly. Another beep sounded. "Shit. I gotta go, Angel. I'll talk to you soon, yeah?"

Angela sighed. "You better. I'm not wearing this stupid headset for no reason," she said, a threat in her voice. He liked that she was always ready and waiting for him. "Be good in there, Juice."

"Always. Stay safe, baby."

"I'll do my best."

"Bye Angel."

Angela heard the line go dead and sighed, slowly stripping off her protective gear and tossing it into the biohazard bin. She ripped the Bluetooth out of her ear and headed up the stairs to the small apartment she once inhabited. It was now just used for storage until Skeeter could find someone willing to live above a funeral home. She headed to the bedroom and opened the drawer she'd purposefully left workout clothes in.

Changing quickly, she put on her headphones, cranked up the music as loud as she could and headed out to the cemetery to run. Since he'd been gone, running had been her only escape. There were no memories of Juice on the Veteran's side of the cemetery and so, she found she could run there in relative peace as long as her music was loud enough to drown out her thoughts.

She was finding it hard to pay attention to the music with his voice still ringing in her ears. Miss you too, Angel. She could hear it over and over again with every stride. His voice had been low and rough like it had been when they were lying there together in the bed that last night.

God, she hated this. This whole terrible situation left her feeling like a part of her was missing, left her avoiding places out of fear she might break down like some kind of sissy. She was stronger than this. She had to be.

She slowed her pace when she saw the familiar Reaper standing in front of one of the stark white headstones. This Reaper was different than the others; it was framed in denim, not the usual black leather. She was going to leave Piney be when he turned and saw her standing there. "Hey there, Angie," he greeted, a sad smile on his face. "Out for a run?"

It wasn't the first time they'd met in the cemetery. She'd seen him there a few times. Sometimes they'd just give each other a silent nod of acknowledgement, other times, he'd spark up a conversation. She always left that option up to him. "Yeah," she said slowing to a stop next to him.

"Everythin' all right? You seem a bit..." he trailed off, his blue-green eyes looking her over as he tried to find the right word. "Upset."

She sighed, wiping at the sweat on her forehead with her arm. Looking at the headstone in front of them, she frowned. It was John Teller's. She'd heard bits and pieces of his affair from Tara and was having trouble tying the man Tara told her about to the man who founded the Sons. It just didn't make sense. "Just got off the phone with Juice," she explained, pulling herself from her previous thoughts.

"Ah. You haven't gotten used to him being inside yet, huh?"

Angela smiled guiltily as she nodded. "I don't remember it being this difficult the last time Hap went in for a stretch."

"Different situation, ain't it?" he pointed out. At her nod, he clapped a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, trying to reassure her that it'd all be okay. "You get used to it, sweetheart."

She sighed in response, letting Piney pull her into a side hug as they both stared at John Teller's headstone. She leaned her head against his shoulder. Piney had become somewhat of an uncle figure to her ever since she started taking the kids out and about. He was always there when she needed to talk, ready with some good advice and even better tequila. Even now, she could smell the liquor on his breath. "Got tequila?" she asked, turning to face him.

He smirked down at her, dropping his arm from around her shoulders and gently patting her cheek. "Don't I always?" he said, already heading towards the tow truck he'd driven over. "C'mon darlin', I'll get you your very own straw."

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The cell block was relatively quiet save for a few rattling coughs and some murmured conversation. Juice lay on his bunk staring up at the ceiling. He heard Hap shift on the bunk beneath him before he felt his own bunk shake as Happy kicked it. " 'ey! You talk to the kid today?" his rough voice barked in question.

"Yeah. All of fifteen minutes."

Happy grunted in response. He hated that damn fifteen minute rule. "How's she doin'?"

"Busy," Juice answered, running a hand over her face. "Said she's been takin' care of your Ma and Aunt though."

"Good."

They both lay there in silence for awhile before Juice asked, "She's going to be all right, right? I mean, last time we went away she got...kidnapped."

"Ain't gonna happen again," Happy said confidently. "Nothin's gonna happen to her."

"Yeah but..."

Happy sighed, a little frustrated. "Only reason she didn't get the fuck out when that asshole had her is 'cause she's selfless as hell and didn't want to leave the doc and that redheaded bitch behind. Girl can take care of herself. I made damn sure of that."

"I guess that's true," Juice said, though his voice still held doubt.

The fact Juice had never seen her in action was a good sign. It meant either she was staying out of trouble or he was protecting her well enough she didn't need to use the skills she had. "It is," Hap insisted.

"The selfless part is kind of worrisome. Makes me think she'd take a bullet for someone."

"She would."

"Shit."

Happy smirked as a memory came to him. "She told me to shoot at her once," he said softly, a hint of pride in his voice.

Juice rolled over on his bunk, leaning his head over the edge so he could see Happy. "What?"

"Yeah. She was eight, visitin' me in Tacoma. Guy broke into the apartment to steal some shit the club had there. She went with a bat to go and investigate."

"A bat?" Juice repeated, his voice shocked.

"Yeah. You gonna let me tell the fuckin' story?"

"Yeah, sorry. It's just...she was eight."

Happy looked up at him like he was an idiot. "Yeah. So?" he questioned rhetorically. "Kid went with a bat, saw the guy, hit him before screaming her fuckin' head off for me. When I got out in the hall, asshole was using her as a shield. As soon as I started to lower my piece, she told me to shoot."

Juice let out a long breath, knowing the story was over then. Anymore and Happy could be swimming in some serious shit. He had no doubt Happy took the shot and, since Angela was still alive, apparently he'd hit his mark. "Damn," he murmured, rolling back onto his back and staring at the ceiling. If he was faced with the same situation, there was no way in hell he'd be able to take that shot. He'd give up the guns in a heartbeat if it meant keeping Angela safe. "Why'd she tell you to shoot?"

"Kid thought the club would hurt me if their stuff went missin'," he explained on a chuckle. He would never understand where his little cousin got her selfless streak. Maybe from his mother, definitely not from hers. "Dumbass."

The small cell fell into silence again as both men thought about the same woman in very different ways. Happy was thinking of how proud he'd been of Angela that day. That night as he was cleaning the blood out of the carpet, Angela had sat at the kitchen table with his drawing tools drawing smiley face after smiley face because her therapist had told her that sometimes drawing happy things made you feel happier. Happy never understood why Graciela had made Angela go to a therapist; the kid was fine. Apparently, fighting bullies off in school was a sign she was lashing out because of her father's death. When Hap had asked her about it, Angela had told him she'd hit the bully because he was teasing the new kid, and she didn't tell the teacher the bully was teasing the new kid because she 'was no rat'. Kid was too smart for her own good sometimes.

That night, Happy had chosen the best smiley face of the bunch, edited it a bit so it was a little cleaner, and got it tattooed on his hip. His first smiley face tattoo for a hit that was as much for Angela as it had been for his club.

Juice's mind was, frankly, in the gutter. Thinking of Angela as a closet badass turned him on like no other. He pictured her decked out Lara Croft style with her braid and little short-shorts, fingerless gloves, gun holster around her thigh. He wondered aimlessly if she'd say no to dressing up like that for him. Maybe for Halloween.

He was brought out of his dirty thoughts as his cot shook again as Happy kicked him yet again. "Best not be thinkin' nasty shit about my cousin," Happy growled up at him.

His eyes widened in response. How could Happy possibly know what he was thinking? "No...no. 'course not. I'm not...I just..." he stammered out. "I just miss her."

Happy smirked. That he could handle. "Good. You should."

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Angela sat with Abel, on the floor of Tara's living room watching as the little boy played with his toy farm set. Tara had asked Angela for help with Abel since his usual babysitter was busy and she needed to go into surgery. Her surgery had finished early, and she'd come home to find them playing on the ground. Every so often, he'd hold an animal up to Angela, and she'd make the sound for him making him giggle. Tara was relaxing on the couch behind them, her hand settled on her belly as she enjoyed some much needed downtime. "Hey Ang, you remember those letters?" she asked.

"The scandalous ones?" Angela asked, glancing back at Tara. It had been a few weeks since Tara had found those letters in Jax's pack. "Did you finish reading them?"

Tara nodded. "Yeah."

Abel had noticed that he did not have Angela's full attention and crawled into her lap, shoving a cow into her cheek as he grunted at her. "So?" she asked, the word coming out distorted because of the farm animal being pushed into her cheek. "Moo, Abie baby. The cow goes moo."

Tara bit back a laugh. Only Angela would have the patience to put up with that; she let Abel use her as his own jungle gym. "There's a lot of hard truths in there," she replied vaguely. "Stuff about JT and his mistrust for Clay."

"Probably because Clay was sleeping with his wife," Angela pointed out, ducking out of the way of a chicken Abel threw at her.

Tara sighed, raking a hand through her hair. "It's a little more than that. He was worried for his life."

Abel now had both of his hands pressed to each of Angela's cheeks, pushing her lips together. Angela continued the conversation undeterred. "Why's that?"

"I don't know," she lied, knowing full well why. The letters painted a very pretty picture of it. JT never wanted to get involved with the guns and power-hungry Clay did.

The undertaker managed to pry Abel's hands from her cheeks and handed him a toy dog. "Look! What's the dog say, Abie?"

"Woof, woof," the little boy filled in. He'd started talking now, saying simple things like "Mama" and "Gam-ma".

"I'm thinking of talking to Piney about it. Seeing what he thinks."

Angela sighed as she helped Abel crawl out of her lap. "If anyone can help you sort through it, it's Piney. I caught up with him in the cemetery the other day."

"What'd he say to you?"

"Nothin' too deep, but after a few shots of tequila, I was feelin' much better," she replied on a shrug.

Tara chuckled, shaking her head at her friend. Her house phone ran, and she stood with a grunt, gently brushing her fingertips over Abel's head as she made her way over to it. Angela turned back to Abel. He looked at her with his big blue eyes. "What's my name, Abie baby?" she cooed at him, tickling his tummy. "Can you say An-gie? An-gie?"

"Gee! Gee!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands.

Angela smiled. "Close enough," she decided, tickling his little feet.

She heard Tara gasp and was on her feet in minutes. Scooping Abel off the ground, she headed towards the kitchen table where Tara was currently sitting, her face as white as a sheet. "Yes...thank you...Goodbye," she mumbled before hanging up the phone. She looked at Angela, her green eyes shiny with tears. "It's Jax. He's...they...they stabbed him."

After Jax's stabbing, Angela was even more desperate to go visit Juice. Though Chibs and Kozik had repeatedly assured her that he and Happy were fine, she wouldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. She'd had to wait two weeks first because, apparently, the boys had gone a little overboard retaliation wise and had cause quite a stir in the cafeteria which earned them each two weeks in lockdown.

Now those longs two weeks were over and she'd called her aunt to offer to drive her down so she could visit Happy while she visited with Juice since Elena already knew about their relationship. Elena agreed without a moment's hesitation; she was desperate to see her son as well.

"Ready to go Tia?" she asked as she strode into the house.

Elena smiled, grabbing her purse off the counter. "Let's go see our boy."

"Un momentito," Graciela called from upstairs. "I'm going too." (One moment.)

Angela stopped dead in her tracks. No. This wasn't happening. No way was her mother going to tagalong. "What? Why? You hate going to visit him!"

"He's my nephew, mija," Graciela said, clicking her tongue at her daughter as she walked into the room, a flurry of color and strongly smelling perfume. "I have to support him."

"Graci, don't be ridiculous," Elena said, shaking her head slowly. She knew what the plan was and felt awful when she saw the panicked look on her niece's face. "He doesn't expect you to visit."

She scowled in response. "That just makes me a terrible aunt! How can he not expect me to visit?"

Angela didn't know whether to cry or punch a hole in the wall. She couldn't visit Juice with her mother there. That was a first impression she wanted to avoid at all costs. It seemed like it just wasn't in the cards for her to visit Juice. First, she'd been incredibly busy, then he got put into lockdown, and now this. She couldn't catch a break! Sighing, she raked a hand through her hair. "Fine. Let me just...make a call," she said on a soft sigh as she headed back outside. She quickly dialed Chibs' number.

" 'ello?" the Scot answered, cheery as always.

"Hey Chibs," Angela said dejectedly. "Remember when you told me you were gonna visit Juice today and I said you couldn't 'cause today was my day?"

Chibs chuckled; he'd gotten a kick out of that one. He'd told Angela that he needed to ask Juice something about the Sons' computer systems, so he was planning on visiting and the undertaker had all but threatened his life if he tried to get to the prison before her and sucked up all Juice's time. "I do."

"Go ahead and visit."

"Wha' happened, love? Unexpected client at the morgue?"

"Not unless I kill my mother," she murmured, only half joking. "I was gonna take my aunt to visit Hap while I visit Juice since my aunt knows about all this craziness, and in a stroke of awful bad luck, my Ma decided to tagalong."

Chibs hearty laugh did not make her feel any better. "And I'm guessin' you'd rather your Ma didn't know 'bout Juicy boy yet."

"I'd rather not introduce him while he's inside. I want to give him the chance to bolt if he needs to," she answered honestly.

"Fair enough, love. I'll see you there then."

"See you," she said, hanging up the phone just as her mom and aunt walked out the front door. "Guess we're goin' then."

Graciela gave her a wide smile. "Vamonos! It'll be fun!"

Angela rolled her eyes as she headed towards the driver's side. She seriously doubted that.

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Angela studied the Reaper that was facing her, only half listening to the conversation between her cousin, her aunt, and her mother. When she'd seen Chibs walk in and take a seat at the table just a few in front of the one they were sitting at, she felt her heartbeat kick up a notch. She might not be able to talk to him, but at least she'd get to see him.

"You been keepin' your nose clean, kid?" Happy asked, drawing her attention for a brief moment.

She rolled her eyes and nodded at him. "Of course."

"Koz stayin' close?"

Angela sent a heated glare his way. Bringing up Kozik in front of her mother was a surefire way to start her nagging. "Yes," she ground out between clenched teeth. "Sleeps on the couch most nights."

"Kozik is sleeping at your house! Oh, Angela, that's so good!" Graciela exclaimed, her dark eyes glittering with happiness. "Is he single, Hap?"

The buzzer sounded, alerting the room a new prisoner was entering. Her eyes snapped to the entrance as she held her breath, waiting to see who rounded the corner. She kept a white knuckled grip on the table as she watched Juice walk in, knowing if she let go, she'd run over there not only exposing them to her mother, but also violating half of the visiting rules she'd just signed off on. His eyes met hers and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Juice fought against every instinct in his body that told him to walk right past Chibs and go to her. He barely noticed the other people at the table; all he saw was her. She looked absolutely beautiful in her simple blue jeans and conservative top. Slowly, he sat down on the stool across from Chibs, angling himself so he could see Angela better. He may not be able to talk to her, but he was sure as hell was going to look at her as long as he possibly could. He'd missed her face and the range of emotions that played across it as she talked.

She smiled at him, giving him a discreet wink that set his blood on fire. God, he missed her. He grinned back, nodding his head in acknowledgement. Chibs looked over his shoulder at the young undertaker before rolling his eyes; he knew nothing would be accomplished now. Not when Juice had such a fine distraction just tables away. He'd been hoping the idiot wouldn't notice her until he'd answered a question or two.

"How's she doin' with the shop I got her?" Juice asked, his eyes still on Angela.

Chibs shook his head at his brother. Normal guys gave their girls something easier to deal with when they left; a dog, maybe. Juice had invested in weed and herbal colonic shop for her to work on while he was away. "Doin' well. Always got a good story to tell," he said on a chuckle. "Can't believe you got her a shop."

"We only got ten percent of it," he justified on a shrug. "Plus, her job at the funeral home is on an on-call basis. She gets bored. Figured it'd keep her busy."

"Figured it'd keep her outta the arms of another man, eh?"

Juice nodded slowly. "That too," he admitted on a chuckle.

"She was goin' to come visit you," Chibs told him, knowing the fact Angela had come to visit Happy first was bothering his brother. "Had her little finger in my face, tellin' me I better stay away 'cause today was her day."

He smiled, picturing Angela with her arms waving about as she talked. "What happened?"

"Her Ma decided to tag-along," the Scot replied, gesturing towards the older women sitting in front of Happy. "She said she'd rather not tell her about yeh."

"I wholeheartedly agree with that decision," Juice said, nodding his head enthusiastically. He'd heard many a story about her mother and meeting her in prison was not on his top ten to do lists. He knew he'd have to meet her eventually, but now was not a good time. "I don't want to meet her mother."

Chibs chuckled at that one; he hadn't been expecting that answer. He thought Juice might be hurt she was too ashamed of him to introduce him to her mother. "And she don't want to embarrass herself showin' her Ma some idiot, eh?"

Juice shook his head slowly. "Nah. Angel told me she's more embarrassed of her mother than she'd ever be of me."

Graciela wasn't stupid. She knew the reason why her daughter hadn't wanted her to go to prison with them. She'd suspected for some time that Angela was hiding a boy from her. The signs were all there: Angela's constant good mood, her increase in patience, the way she stopped making those "independent woman, don't need a man" speeches whenever it was brought up how she was still single. All of them were clues that there was something going on Graciela didn't know about.

After what Happy said about Kozik staying over, Graciela had hoped it was the blonde biker who had stolen her daughter's heart. That hope was dashed when the young man with tattoos barely hidden by his short hair walked into the visitor's center. Angela had straightened up, a huge smile spreading across her face as her eyes fell on the young man. It was like there was no one else in the room. She'd never seen her daughter react in that way to someone's presence. And they way the young man was looking back at her with those pretty brown eyes...Graciela had only seen that look of pure adoration on her husband's face when he was still alive.

Angela felt a brief pressure on her knee and pulled her eyes away from Juice to see where it'd come from. Elena's wrinkled hand lay across it. Looking back at her Aunt, she saw a stern look cross her face. Angela frowned, it was obvious the small squeeze had been a warning; she was being too obvious. Sighing, she turned a little so she could at least pretend to be part of the conversation. No matter how much she wished she was sitting a few tables away instead.

As their time ended, Elena rushed Graciela out with the urgent demand to use the restroom leaving behind Happy and Angela. Her leg bounced up and down nervously as Hap rolled his eyes. "Go ahead," he muttered, waving towards where Juice and Chibs were still talking.

Angela gave him a quick hug and a kiss. "You're the best, Hap."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he muttered, gesturing for the guard to come. "Kid knows Juice. Can she go say hi?"

The guard, who had only been on the job for a few weeks, looked Angela over. "She on his list?"

"She's his girl," Hap explained, though it looked as though the mere explanation pained him. "She better be on his damn list."

"I just want to say 'hi'. That's all," Angela blurted out, her heart hammering in her chest. "Please."

The guard sucked in a breath before nodding. "No contact."

Angela's face fell as she nodded. "Fine," she agreed; it was better than nothing.

"Go," Happy said, pushing her discreetly. Actions like that weren't technically allowed on visits, but no one was going to tell Hap differently.

She almost tripped over her feet on the way over. Carefully, she positioned herself behind Chibs, setting one hand on the Scot's shoulder. Chibs tilted his head back to look up at her. "Oh look who it is!" he exclaimed, getting up to hug her. "Angie-girl! What are you doin' here?"

"Just thought I'd come say 'hi'," she explained before quickly gesturing to Juice to sit down. "No contact today. Officer's orders."

Juice glared at the rookie prison guard but stayed seated. "I hate this," he muttered, his hands clenched into fists atop the table.

"Forbidden fruit, you are, eh love?" Chibs teased, patting Angela's shoulder.

She sighed and nodded, her eyes flicking over to the entrance where Elena was frantically waving at her. "Shit," she murmured, raking a hand through her hair.

Juice's eyes followed hers and his heart sunk in his chest. She'd only just gotten over there. He hadn't even gotten to talk to her. Her eyes met his, and he sighed. "Go."

"Juice, I..."

"Next week, Angel. We'll do it up right," he assured her, trying for a smile.

She swallowed hard and nodded before pressing her fingers to her lips and blowing him a quick kiss; the ring he gave her glinted in the florescent light of the visiting hall. "See you then."

"Bye, Angel," he murmured, his eyes following her ass as she headed out.

Chibs smiled as he watched Juice's big puppy dog eyes follow Angela out the room. "Good girl yeh got yourself there, Juicy-boy."

"I know." Juice nodded, a sad smile on his face. He wished he could be there for her like a good man would be, that he didn't have to spend time away from her for doing stupid things. This time apart was slowly killing him. "Hope she sticks around."

"She will," Chibs stated confidently. "She definitely will."

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Juice stared up at the ceiling of his tiny jail cell as he listened to Hap open up his mail. It wasn't that he didn't have mail of his own, he certainly did, Angela sent him letters almost daily that were either filled with hilarious stories and pictures or written like an incredibly cheesy, incredibly hot romance novel. He swore she got those ones straight out of Playboy. Either way, he didn't like to open it at the same time as Happy in order to avoid what could be a potentially hazardous situation.

Happy's rough chuckle was a rare sound on a good day, rarer still when they were inside. He was curious as to what the Tacoma killer was chuckling about, but he knew better than to ask. Instead he waited. Sure enough, Hap handed him up a picture. "Check this shit out," he said, waiting for Juice to take it.

Juice grabbed the picture from him and felt his heart warm at the image on it. It was a close up of a little girl with her forehead pressed to that of a teenaged boy. Both seemed to be snarling at each other, but it was clear they were just playing. The boy was clearly Happy and the expression on the little girl's face was too familiar for it not to be Angela. He flipped over the back to find a note in her neat handwriting: "Keep your badass face on and your hands to yourself."

The wall by Happy's bed was covered in pictures of Angela, his mom, and his aunt. Most were from when she was little. Angela had explained it was because of his last stint where he didn't know his cell mate and hadn't wanted pictures of her as a teen lying around for the other man to perv out on. Juice couldn't blame him. He kept the stack of pictures Angela sent him tucked between the wall and his mattress. There was nothing scandalous about them, that wasn't allowed, but he liked to keep them and the notes written on the back mostly private. Every so often, he'd show one or two to Happy just because he knew if he stopped, Hap would stop sharing his too.

To be fair, he opened up his letter and glanced through the pictures, smiling at one someone had shot of her and Kozik sparring. He picked it out and dangled it over the edge of the bed, knowing Hap would grab it. "Her form's off," he muttered, handing it back.

Juice didn't really care. He was just happy to see her happy. The picture behind it was of her and Piney, clinking glasses of tequila. Hers was a shot glass, his was a beer stein. She was smiling again, the kind of smile that made his heart do funny things. God, he missed her. "You miss her?" he asked Hap wondering if he felt the same.

Happy stood, nodding his head in answer as he headed over to the sink to brush his teeth. "You?"

"Yeah. More than I thought I would," he admitted, tracing a finger over her smile. He still couldn't believe she was his. That she chose to be with him when she could have anyone else. "Bet you wish she was with a doctor or some shit..."

Happy smirked at that, rinsing off his toothbrush and setting it aside. "Nah. She's tried that shit. It ain't her. Kid was always gonna end up with an outlaw. It's what she knows."

Juice was pleased and a little relieved by his answer. He liked that he seemed to approve of their relationship. "She's coming to visit me tomorrow," he said, smiling at the idea of it. The week before she'd come to visit Happy, now it was his turn. He didn't mind sharing her, though; he was just glad he had someone to come visit him. When he'd gone inside the first time back in New York, his mother refused to visit and his sister only went once. It made the two months he spent inside feel like years. Now, looking forward to Angela's visits seemed to make the time fly by. "Can't wait to see her."

"You love her?"

"Yeah," he muttered without an ounce of hesitation, his voice coming out rougher than he thought it would. "Realized it on our plane ride home from Belfast. Salazar had her 'n' he said he was gonna kill her, and all I could think about was...what if I lost her and she didn't know how much I care about her? How much I love her?"

Happy narrowed his eyes at his brother. "You gonna tell her?"

He shook his head slowly. "Nah. Not yet. Not while I'm stuck in here. I never...never said that shit to anyone before. Want it to be special, y'know?"

"Just words, idiot," he commented on a snort.

"Not to me, not to her," he said, knowing he was pushing it on the feelings talk with Happy.

Happy looked impressed for a moment before he ducked into his bed. "You say them, you better mean 'em," he threatened.

Juice sighed softly as he stared up at the blank ceiling above him. He'd never mean anything more in his life. "I think she loves me too. I don't know why she would, but I think she does. I mean, I hope she does. Don't want to say it and have her not say it back. That'd make me feel real dumb."

He felt a quick jolt as Happy kicked his bunk. "Shut up 'n' go to sleep, idiot," he grunted, clearly done with any and all conversation.

It was how their nightly conversations usually ended. He'd start rambling and Happy would tell him to shut up and go to sleep. Juice didn't mind much. It was better than not having anyone at all to talk to. They'd all been put in solitary for a week when they picked a fight with the Russians in retaliation for what they did to Jax. Being completely alone with his thoughts had almost driven him insane.

Turning to the side, he grabbed the envelope that was stuffed with pictures and took out his favorite of the bunch. It was one he'd snapped of Angela while she was driving. Her window was down, blowing her hair into her face, a huge smile on her face as she stared straight at him through the camera. He'd snapped it with Ellie's fancy camera when they'd taken the Winston kids to the San Francisco Zoo. Ellie had given it to him to mess around with, and he'd caught Angela completely off guard. She hated the picture, said he zoomed into much on her face, but he loved it. It was her in her element. Behind the wheel, wind blowing, and her music up loud. He could practically hear her singing along to Aerosmith's 'Walk this Way' with the kids singing right along with her. He'd specifically asked her to send it to him.

His fingers traced over her smile as he grabbed one of her letters. He couldn't read it in the dark, but he brought it to his nose and breathed in the smell of her jasmine perfume that clung to the paper. The scent relaxed him and closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep with her in his thoughts.