Angela leaned against the front desk of St. Thomas as she talked to Chloe. They'd gone to lunch together, and Angela had followed her back since she had nothing better to do. "The funeral home dead today?" Chloe teased, looking through a file.

"No, but Boner's been on my ass about embalming things and chemicals and a mutant baby, so he does them all," Angela answered flatly. "I still get paid because technically, I should be watching him, but the kid knows what he's doing. Said I make him nervous when I hover."

"Mutant baby? Do I want to know?"

She laughed and shook her head. "He's got this theory that the chemicals will make my baby into a mutant...and not a good one either. A bad one...like Magneto but with dead people because it's embalming fluid."

"So your baby will attract dead people like Magneto attracts metal..." Chloe expanded, an interested look on her face. "Creepy."

"He doesn't attract metal. He controls magnetic fields," she corrected as if it was everyday knowledge. She blinked a second, realized she'd repeated exactly what Bones had explained to her earlier in the week, and grimaced. "I spend way too much time with that nerd."

She laughed at that one. The love Angela had for her apprentice was apparent on her face despite the mean words. "Why can't the kid be an X-men? Why does the kid have to be bad?"

"Are we seriously going to delve into the craziness that is Bones' mind? I love that kid, but he's crazy! He asked if we could get a flame thrower the other day to ward off zombies!"

Chloe briefly considered the idea. "Its not a bad idea," she said, playing along. "A crossbow might work better. Maybe keep a stake around for vampires and mountain..."

"Ash for werewolves," Angela finished with a roll of her eyes. Bones had already told her multiple times about the uses of mountain ash. She had yet to figure out if it was an actual thing or purely fictional. At the moment, she was trying to decide who was more of a nerd: Chloe or Boner. "I need cooler friends."

"Maybe you should find some more Old Ladies to hang out with," she teased, grinning at Angela's scowl. After she'd learned the club members called their girlfriends, 'old ladies', she couldn't help but tease her about it. To her, it seemed like an insult to be called 'old' when they weren't even close to it. She spotted Gemma walking purposefully through the lobby. "There's one now."

Angela ducked her head down to avoid detection. As much as she loved Gemma, the woman was not someone she wanted to deal with at the moment. She was having a great day, no need to spoil it. "Did she see me?"

"Not sure. Would've she have stopped to say something if she had?"

"Only if she wanted me for something," she answered honestly. "How's nurse stuff going?"

"Oh you know, crazy as usual," Chloe began before delving into a particularly funny story about one of her patients. As she finished off her story, Gemma swept back into the lobby. Her dark eyes scanned over the people there before honing in on Angela. Chloe grimaced as the Queen made her way over; apparently she had seen Angela, and now she wanted something. "Incoming."

Angela tensed, looking over her shoulder to where Gemma was heading her way, heels clacking against the tile. "Shit."

"You're comin' with me, undertaker," Gemma ordered, taking her sunglasses out of her shirt as she began walking towards the exit without giving Angela a chance to say no.

"Guess she wants something," Angela whispered under her breath as she pushed away from the front desk.

"Have fun," Chloe sang, smirking when she flipped her off in response.

Angela jogged a bit to catch up with Gemma's long stride. "Where are we going exactly?"

"Seems your boy took my Old Man to Diosa," Gemma stated, unlocking her SUV and gesturing for her to get in. "We got to go over there and handle some shit."

"Nuh-uh. I go, I drive," she insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. There was no way she was getting in the car with a pissed off Gemma behind the wheel. She liked living. "Your choice."

Gemma shut her door and locked them. She wanted to get to Diosa before Clay did some serious damage and fighting with the undertaker would only stretch out the waiting time. Though she'd never gone head to head against Angela before, if she was anything like Happy, it would take a shit ton of convincing to get her to budge. Gemma didn't have time for that. "Fine. Let's go," she said, following the undertaker as she headed to her car. "Drive fast."

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Gemma looked over at Angela as she drove. She could just make out the speedometer and was shocked to see just how fast she was going, almost 90. When she'd told the girl to drive fast, she never expected her to go that fast. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was just casually driving down the road. "Going a little fast, aren't ya?"

"Thought that's what you wanted," Angela said on a smirk, slowing down just a bit. She flipped on a little black box that was resting on her dash, filling the car with police chatter. "Doesn't sound like there are cops around, anyway."

"Juice responsible for that?"

She nodded, picking up the speed again. This ride could not go by fast enough. "Yeah. He gets the coolest toys."

An awkward silence filled the car before Gemma interrupted it. "Heard you were pregnant," she stated, looking pointedly at Angela's mostly flat stomach. At the girl's surprised look, she smirked. "Please. Juice has the sonogram picture in his locker. Caught him lookin' at it one day. Why didn't you say anythin'?"

Angela smiled at the thought of Juice with the picture in his locker. She'd wondered where he put it. She shrugged in response to Gemma's question, her fingers tapping nervously on the gearshift. She knew she'd have to tell Gemma eventually, but that woman made her nervous as hell. Always had. "There's been a lot going on, and you've been a little busy. Didn't want to bug you."

"We happy about this?"

"We are. Its everyone else that's the problem," she replied honestly.

Gemma raised her eyebrows in response, not at all expecting an answer that opened up a conversation. She never had serious one on one time with Angela; she'd always assumed the undertaker didn't talk much like her cousin. Now she was starting to think she just hadn't given the girl a chance. "Your Ma and Aunt aren't happy, huh? Guessin' they don't like that empty space on your left hand."

Angela nodded. "He wants to get married. He brings it up all the time, but I...I don't want him to do it for the wrong reasons. Y'know?"

"Bull shit," the queen replied on a snort. She knew that excuse very well. It wasn't his reasoning that had her hesitating, it was something else, fear. "You're just scared, sweetheart. You're scared that as soon as that ring gets on your finger, he's gonna have free reign to run around on ya because you and I both know there's no way in hell you're gettin' a divorce. That's the Catholic in ya."

She shrugged a shoulder. "He's been faithful for three years now, Gemma. I don't know why I feel like I can't trust him," she commented, surprising herself by how open she was being. She'd never expected Gemma to be so easy to talk to, though she had to admit, it was nice. Tara was the only other person with whom she could talk to about this kind of stuff, and she didn't understand the MC world nearly as well as Gemma did.

" 'cause you see what the other guys do. I love those boys, but not a single one of 'em are faithful, including my Jax. Why's Juice any different?"

"Somethin' like that."

Gemma smirked in response, girl was smarter than she looked. "Maybe you're right in holdin' off. Marriage isn't worth the heartbreak. Doesn't change anythin'. Just a few names on a piece of paper," she said bitterly as she thought of both of her husbands. Her marriages hadn't done anything but give her grief in the end. She couldn't blame Angela for not wanting to go through with it. "If your family has a problem with it, they can go to hell. You got family in SAMCRO, baby. You know that, right?"

"Sure. Thanks," she replied awkwardly. It wasn't that she didn't believe Gemma, it was that she wasn't sure how long the SAMCRO family would stick around if they found out about Juice's secret; a worry that plagued her every day. Once that secret was out of the bag, she doubted anyone would stick around to help her. She'd be lucky if Juice even got out of it alive. "So what's the deal with you and this...pimp?"

"Let's not go there, undertaker," Gemma replied with a shake of her head. It was one thing for her to go nosing into the younger girl's personal life, it was quite another for Angela to ask about hers. "And he's not a pimp. He's a companionator."

Angela fought the urge to laugh at that line. "Whatever you say, Gemma," she muttered, pulling the car into the parking lot. She spotted the van nearby and smiled as she followed Gemma towards the front of Diosa and then inside. She hadn't heard from or seen Juice all day and was looking forward to it. Seeing him always made her happy.

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Juice walked out to see if Clay was ready to go. He had to admit, he was proud of himself. He may have let Carla take him into the back room, but he hadn't let her go very far. She'd taken off his shirt, admired his physique, and they'd made out a little bit, but as soon as her hands found his belt buckle, he'd pushed her away. Despite all the advice Clay had been giving him, he found he couldn't go through having sex with another woman. It wasn't just his head either. Carla had a soft touch and wasn't hard on the eyes, but she just didn't turn him on the way Angela did. The older woman did nothing for him. So he'd pushed her away, grabbing his shirt off the bed while trying to get the hell out of that room before anything else happened. He didn't even stop to put his shirt on. His first mistake.

He saw Gemma standing in the lobby talking to Nero. Quickly, he pulled his shirt back on, hoping to God that Gemma was too wrapped up in her own drama to think about why he'd been shirtless in the first place. "Hey. What are you doing here?" he greeted, trying for a smile.

"Where is he?" Gemma demanded, her fiery gaze turned up full force.

"Where's who?" he asked, his eyes following Gemma as she ran out the room. It wasn't until she was gone that he noticed Angela standing by the entrance. His heart sunk in his chest. It was clear she'd jumped to the exact conclusion he'd hope Gemma wouldn't reach. "Shit."

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Angela felt as though the wind had been knocked right out of her chest at the sight of Juice walking out half clothed, a very satisfied looking Carla behind him. There was only one thing he could've been doing back there. All her fears, everything she'd just talked to Gemma about, were true. Juice was a disloyal cheater just like all of his brothers. Carla raised an eyebrow at her, a mocking smirk on her face. Angela felt a lump form in her throat and swallowed it down. She would not give Carla the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"Angel..." Juice trailed off.

She fought back the slew of angry words and actions threatening to spill out of her. Clenching her fists, she sucked in a deep breath, turned on her heel and walked away. Yelling at him, punching him, and cursing out Carla wouldn't change a thing. All it would do would make her like a raging bitch. No, she'd take the high road and have this discussion with him at home, away from Carla's smug looks and other peoples' ears.

"Angel!" he called, about to chase after her when he heard a commotion coming from the backroom. He was torn between going to help Clay and going after his Old Lady. Choosing the easier of the two, he headed back to help pull Gemma off of the young escort. That was his second mistake. Once he and Nero got them separated, he headed outside to the parking lot expecting her to be there, waiting for him. His eyes scanned the lot for the Mazda, but it wasn't there. She was gone.

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Juice dialed Angela's phone for what felt like the fiftieth time. It rang five times before going to voicemail again. He felt sick to his stomach for what he had done. The look on her face had felt like a stab to the chest. What had he been thinking? He should never have let Carla pull him into the back room to begin with. He didn't need that type of attention. He got more than enough of it from his own Old Lady. Why had he risked it?

"Ain't gonna pick up the phone," Clay's voice interrupted him.

"I know," he replied through gritted teeth. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel. This was all Clay's fault. Him and his stupid ideas, the approving look he'd given him when Carla had grabbed his hand. How was he supposed to turn her down when Clay looked at him like he expected him to go through with it? Like he'd be proud of him if he did it? "Shit! I didn't even do anything!"

"She loves you enough, she'll come around. A good Old Lady always does."

For some reason, Clay's words did nothing to relax him. He picked up the speed just a bit, already planning to drop Clay off and head straight home to explain. He knew it would be a hard sell. She'd basically caught him red handed, and he knew the satisfied smirk on Carla's face wouldn't help him either. All the evidence showed he'd cheated on her. Now, it was time for him to disprove it. He hope to God she'd listen.

After dropping Clay off and getting back on his bike, he rode as fast as possible to their house. The light was on in the living room meaning she was home, that she hadn't left him. That was a good sign, at least she was waiting to hear him out. He walked up the drive, hands shaking as he opened the door. Angela was sitting on the couch, head in her hands, Rigor at her feet. The pup raised his head when he walked in and let out a low whine before setting it back down on Angela's knee as if telling him she was in distress. She raked her hands through her hair but stayed silent waiting for him to make the first move.

"It wasn't what it looked like, Angel," he started, closing the door behind him.

Angela lifted her head to look at him. "What was it, then?" she asked, getting to her feet. This was not a conversation she wanted to have while sitting. She needed to stand, needed to be able to walk away.

"When you went on your trip, I spent a lotta time with Clay. He started putting these ideas in my head about exploring my options. Said I'm only young once, I should take advantage of it. And without you there, it was hard not to let some of that sink in."

"Okay..." she said, not in the mood to hear him blame Clay for his actions. "Are you telling me this wasn't the first time?"

"No! God no! I didn't do anything while you were away, I swear. That's just...when he started talkin' to me about it. For weeks now, he's been on me about it, and I tried to block him off but then we were at Diosa and Carla grabbed my hand and Clay gave me this look that told me he'd be disappointed if I said no...so I didn't." Taking in a deep breath, he glanced at Angela to gauge her reaction. It didn't look good. "I don't know what I was thinking, Angel. I just...I couldn't say no. Not with Clay there," he admitted, hanging his head dejectedly.

Angela closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to get angry until she knew all the details. "What exactly did you do with her, Juice?"

"We...we made out a little. She took off my shirt, went for my belt buckle, and I couldn't...I couldn't do it," he admitted, knowing it was better to be honest with her than to lie.

"You couldn't get it up," she corrected, a knowing look in her dark eyes. "Right?"

He winced at her bluntness. Hanging his head, he sighed. "Yeah," he answered softly. She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "I couldn't do it because she wasn't you, Angel. She doesn't know me like you do."

She scoffed at that, pulling her hand from his grasp, fury hitting her hard. "And you think that's okay?" she asked, glaring at him. "You think you can just go around making out with other women and not fucking them because you can't get it up? What if you could have, Juice? Huh? What then? Would you have fucked her?"

Juice blinked at her, unsure of the answer. What would he have done? With all the poison Clay was dumping in his ear, he probably would've gone through with it. "No, of course not," he lied, hoping it was convincing.

"That's bull shit," she seethed, practically trembling with anger. "You would've gone through with it, and you know it!"

She was right. One hundred percent, and by the absolute rage on her face, she knew it. He could see their relationship crumbling to pieces before his very eyes. Fear crept up on him; he was going to lose her. All because he'd had a moment of weakness. All because he listened to Clay. "I'm an idiot, Angel, and I'm sorry, but I didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, you are an idiot," she spat at him, her dark eyes all fire as she glared at him. "And you did do something wrong! You let her touch you! What would you do if I did that to you, huh? If I came home and told you I made out with someone else? Would that be okay with you?"

"No!" he exclaimed before he could stop himself. The mere mention of someone else having his hands on her made him feel sick to his stomach. She belonged to him and him alone.

Her anger broke, heartbreak replacing it. The pregnancy hormones were fucking with her, and she hated them. "Then what makes you think you can do that to me?" she asked, her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes.

"Angel, I'm sorry," he said, a lump forming in his throat when he saw the broken look in her eyes. "I'm an idiot and I didn't...I didn't think."

"That's not an excuse!" she exclaimed, anger swinging back into place. She'd heard that excuse one too many times, and she was sick of it. "Why did you do it? Huh? Why? Am I not good enough for you? Did I do something wrong? What? I thought you wanted to get married! I thought you wanted a family!"

"I do, baby, I do," he said, swallowing hard at the lump in his throat. "I'm so sorry. How can I make this better? How do I fix this?"

"I don't know, Juice. I can't..." she fumbled for the right words. There was nothing she could do to erase the image of Carla's mocking, almost triumphant smirk out of her mind. She'd trusted him, and he let her down. "I just can't believe it."

"I'm so sorry," he repeated on a breath, taking her hands in his again. "I love you, Angel. I'm an idiot and I love you. So much. I made a mistake and it...it'll never happen again, baby. I promise you that."

Angela wanted to believe him. Wanted so badly to believe that this was the first and only time, but she knew better. Gemma had even said it in the car, not a single one of the Sons were faithful to their Old Ladies. She'd been stupid to think Juice was any different. This time he couldn't go through with it but what about the next time the temptation arose? What if it was a younger sweetbutt, one who could actually turn him on better than Carla who was probably old enough to be his mother? "I don't believe you, Juice," she admitted softly. "I want to but..."

"No," he cut her off before she could get any further. His cell phone went off and for the first time in the three years she'd known him, he ignored it. Taking her face in his hands, he met her eyes, hoping to God she understood how much he meant what he was going to say. "I love you more than I've loved anything in my whole life. You are all I have. What I did was wrong, but don't...don't give up on me."

If his words weren't enough, the fact he was ignoring the persistent ring of his cell phone made his words hit home. He was choosing her over the club. She felt another tear slide down her cheek as she shook her head. She couldn't let this slide. This had been exactly why she'd been hesitant to move on to the next step in their relationship. Everyone had told her she was foolish for not wanting to get engaged or married, but his actions had proven that she'd been right in her hesitance. As much as she loved him, he was not the loyal man she thought he was.

"Juice..." The phone kept going off, hers joining along with it. She raked a hand through her hair, shaking her head again. "You should...you should get that."

His shoulders sagged in defeat. He thought he'd gotten through just then but clearly he was wrong. He wracked his brain for more words. Something, anything to make her stay. "Angel, please..."

"Just answer it," she said, wiping at her eyes as she checked the caller ID of her own phone. "Its Tara. I...I gotta get this."

Juice nodded, digging in his pockets for his own phone. Taking in a deep breath, Angela tried to calm herself before answering. "Hey T. What's up?"

"Um...I just...I got a call from Jax," Tara's voice shook on the other line. "Opie...he...got killed in county. They need someone to go pick him up. Can you give me Skeeter's number?"

Angela felt like the wind got knocked out of her. Opie was dead. Ellie and Kenny had finally lost their father for good. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. "Yeah, um...here," she said, reciting the number by heart. "You need me to...be there for something?"

"N-no. Not yet, Angie. Thanks. I gotta...I gotta start making plans," Tara replied sounding frazzled. "I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah," she answered softly. She looked over at Juice whose eyes had gone glassy with tears; he'd heard too. In that instant all the anger and disappointment she felt faded away. All she could think about was what if it had been him? As much as he hurt her, she couldn't bear the thought of losing him forever.

Before she knew it, she was wrapped tightly in his arms. She didn't know who initiated it or how, but she knew it was needed. They relied on each other for strength, something they both desperately needed. He buried his face into her neck, his hot tears burning her skin. "Stay," he murmured, his voice rough with grief. "Please, just...stay. I need you."

She nodded, smoothing one hand over his Mohawk as tears of her own slid down her face. "Okay," she breathed, her breath catching in her throat when he pulled her in closer. She wouldn't leave him. Not now when he needed her. She'd decide what to do about what had happened the next day. Now, she needed to be strong for him the way he'd been when she'd lost Kozik. She loved him too much to leave him to grieve alone. "I got you, baby. I'm here. Not going anywhere."