Angela walked into St. Thomas a little early to meet up with Chloe before her doctor's appointment. As she walked into the cafeteria, she already spotted the nurse sitting at the table with two steaming cups in front of her. "I'm guessing that's not coffee," Angela said, sitting down in the chair across from her friend.

Chloe shook her head. "Tea. You'll like it," she insisted, taking a sip of her own coffee.

She took an experimental sip of the tea and pulled a face. "Nope. Not drinking that. I've only had one cup today anyway," she said, reaching across the table and grabbing Chloe's coffee. Her friend gave into the switch with a sigh, grabbing Angela's tea and taking a sip of it. "Thanks for patching up my cousin the other day. You didn't have to do that. He could've figured it out on his own."

"You still mad at him for that?" she asked with a light laugh. "C'mon, they were both fine after. Isn't that what those macho Sons do? Beat the shit out of each other and then make up?"

"Be that as it may, I still am not a fan of watching the two men that I care about the most beat the shit out of each other."

Chloe rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her tea. "You know, he's not that scary. Kind of...cavemanish with his one word answers but not scary. Said thanks and kissed my forehead when I was done. It was kinda...sweet."

Angela choked on her coffee, sputtering slightly. First of all, Chloe had just called Happy 'sweet', something unprecedented for people who were not related to him. Second, her cousin didn't kiss other girls like that. Ever. The only girls who received that kind of treatment were his mom, his aunt, and her. "He kissed your forehead?"

"Well...yeah..."

"Why?"

Chloe shifted in her chair, suddenly uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. She could see that excited look in Angela's eyes, watched as those little wheels in her friend's head started turning. If she was going to try to set her up with her cousin, Chloe would die. Happy didn't seem like the type of guy to get set up with women. "I don't know. Ask him."

"Did you kiss him back?"

"No! It's been awhile since I've gotten some manly attention, but I'm not a total desperate whore, thank you very much!"

Angela was still trying to process all the facts. "Do you want to fuck him?"

"Angela!" she exclaimed, looking shocked at the question. Of course she had. Happy wasn't an ugly man by any means. He was completely different than any man she'd ever met. "We're talking about kissing here! Not...sex."

"Oh come on, Chlo! When was the last time you saw a man and thought 'Oh man, I can't wait to kiss the crap out of him'? We are both adults here," Angela teased on a laugh. "And you want to fuck my cousin."

A blush colored Chloe's cheeks as she shook her head. "I'm not dignifying that with an answer."

"That's answer enough," Angela pointed out with a devilish smile. "You can, you know. I don't care. Just make sure he wraps his shit with a new condom. He's been known to reuse them with Croweaters. Cheap bastard."

"Gross, Ang!" Chloe exclaimed on a scowl. "Can we please talk about something else? Like Juice. How is Juice?"

Angela looked down at her coffee sadly as she shrugged a shoulder. "I don't really know, to be honest. He left for work before I woke up this morning. Haven't heard from him yet so he must be busy."

"You guys work everything out?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean...kind of, I guess. I'm just trying to get back to normal but I can't...some days I want to jump his bones and some days I want to punch him in the face."

"Hormones," Chloe said, checking her watch. "Baby moving around yet?"

Angela nodded slowly, her shoulders sagging as if the idea of it made her sad. "This morning. It woke me up, and I reached out to hit him and wake him up and he wasn't there."

"Guessin' that was a time you wanted to punch him in the face?"

She laughed and nodded again. "I'm just...with all this shit going on, I'm scared that I'm going to have to do all of this," she gestured to her baby bump, "alone."

Chloe shook her head as she pushed away from the table. "That's bullshit, and you know it. Without the club, you still have me and Boner. We'll always be here for you, Ang. You'll never be alone."

Angela smiled at her friend, standing to hug her. "Thanks, Chlo."

"Yeah, yeah," she said squeezing Angela tightly. "C'mon, let's go see your little monster."

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Angela walked out of the doctor's appointment with the sonogram clutched tightly in her hand. The baby in her belly was growing at a rapid pace and healthy as a horse. While inside the doctor's office, she felt it move again and had turned to look at Juice in excitement but found Chloe at her side instead. That had hurt. To her credit, Chloe had acted overly excited, had held her hand while the doctor drew blood and had given her just the right amount of support she needed, but it still wasn't the same. She'd wanted Juice there. He should've been there.

She headed down the elevator, glancing at the map on the wall to see where Tara's office was. She hadn't seen or heard from the doctor since she'd pulled her off of Carla. The elevator doors opened and she stopped dead in her tracks, her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest at the sight before her. The tattoos on his head were unmistakable. Her eyes widened in shock, anger frothing in her veins. He was just standing there in the middle of the hallway, playing on his phone. Playing on his fucking phone while she'd been in the exam room a floor above him getting vial after vial of blood drawn for different tests for their child.

He'd said he couldn't go, and she'd believed him. She'd understood. The club came first. She knew that and had been okay with it ever since they first became an item. But to find him standing in the middle of fucking St. Thomas playing on his phone when he could've easily been with her frankly pissed her off.

As if sensing her presence, Juice lifted his head, his light brown eyes meeting hers. "Hey baby," he greeted with a smile, pushing off the wall and approaching her as if nothing was wrong. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" she replied, mockingly. "Are you serious, Juice?"

Juice gave her a quizzical look. She was mad. Why was she mad? Then it hit him. The appointment. She was there to see their baby, and he'd missed it because he was busy waiting on Clay. "Oh shit, Angel! I didn't even think..."

"You said you were busy, and I understood. The club comes first which is fine. I get it. I know what I signed up for," she seethed, her eyes dark with anger. "But you're not doing shit right now! You're playing on your fucking phone literally down the stairs from where I was! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Juice didn't have an excuse. He'd been with Clay all morning, driving him around to various things including this check up. He hadn't remembered that his Old Lady had a doctor's appointment for their child. Hadn't thought about her once save for her lack of texts which, he realized, was because she was at the appointment. "Angel, I'm sorry. Clay needed me to..."

Angela felt like someone dumped a cold bucket of water on her. Clay. He'd ditched her to help Clay. The very same man that had once threatened her by using her loved ones. The one who had tried to have Tara killed. That was the man Juice had chosen as an ally. She felt sick to her stomach. "That's your excuse? Clay needed you. Juice, I needed you," she said, disbelief in her voice. "And you weren't there. You were here doing nothing."

"I'm sorry, baby," he repeated, a plea in his voice as he grabbed her hand.

She shook her head, pulling her hand away from his grasp. "I'm so sick of hearing you say that."

"Angel..."

"I felt our baby move today. We saw it on the sonogram," she interrupted, watching as pain flitted across Juice's face. She knew he felt like shit and that she was rubbing it in, but she couldn't help it. She was hurting, so he had to hurt too. "Chloe knows whether it's a boy or a girl, and you weren't...you weren't there."

Juice's eyes widened in shock. "This was that appointment?"

"It doesn't matter what appointment it was!" Angela exclaimed, literally pushing him away with her hands on his chest. She would've hit him, but she didn't want to make a scene in the hospital. "You should have been there and you weren't! I had to do it alone!"

Her words hit him like a punch in the gut. He'd failed her yet again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Angel, I'm so sorry."

She raked a hand through her hair, disappointment in her dark eyes. "You're starting to sound like a broken record," she commented, shaking her head at him as her shoulders sagged in defeat. "I gotta get back to work."

No, she couldn't leave. Not like that. He needed to make it up to her somehow. He caught her wrist in his hand as she started to walk away. "Angel, please..."

"Don't," she said, pulling her hand from his grasp. One of the exam room doors opened and Clay walked out making her pause.

"Hey there, Angie," the old man greeted on a smile as his blue eyes looked her over in a way that made her skin crawl. "What are you here for? Baby giving you trouble?"

Her only reply was a glare that could've melted ice. Brushing passed him, she headed down the hallway and into the main lobby. She didn't know where she was heading, only that it was away from Juice. He wouldn't chase after her. Not when Clay needed him. She was safe as long as she was out of sight. Out of sight out of mind, she thought bitterly.

She came to a short stop when she saw Eli Roosevelt sitting on one of the couches in the hall, his head in his hands. Rita's attack had made the front page news in Charming, and Angela had been praying for her to get better. By the looks of Eli, her prayers hadn't been answered. Angela's eyes swept the hallway to see if anyone was going to try to console the poor man. Doctors and nurses scurried by without paying him any attention. She sighed, raking a hand through her hair as she prepared for what was sure to be an awful conversation. "Hey Eli," she greeted, taking a step closer.

He wiped at his eyes and looked up at her in surprise. "Ms. Ruiz," he replied on a nod. He'd gone back to using the formality after she'd told him off about Juice. His eyes drifted towards the window across the hall where the nurses were pulling a sheet over Rita's head. "Was just thinkin' about you. Need to make some...arrangements, I guess."

"I'm so sorry for your loss," she replied, her heart clenching painfully in her chest at the look of pure anguish on the Lieutenant's face.

"Suspect you think this is karma for everything I put Juice through..."

Angela took a deep breath, swallowing her anger at the statement. What kind of person did he think she was? "No, of course not," she said scowling despite trying her best not to. "I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

Eli ran a hand over his bald head and looked over the undertaker. He knew he didn't deserve her kindness. Not after what he'd done to Juice, and definitely not after what he was already planning to ask of the young man. She was truly a kind young woman; Rita had always said so. Then again, Rita had always brought out the best in people. "She liked you, you know," he said on a nod. "Always talked about how sweet you were. How you were different from the other Old Ladies."

She laughed a little at that. "She was a good woman. Strong. Heard she went down fighting."

"She did," he replied, thinking of the DNA evidence he'd found under her fingernails. The test results would be back soon, and he'd know who needed to be punished. "Whoever did this is not going to get away with it. I don't care what I have to do, he'll pay."

Angela sucked in a shaky breath, nodding slowly. Revenge was something she knew was going to come up especially since he knew of her affiliation to the club. It was his subtle way of asking her for information. "This wasn't my guys, Eli," she stated confidently. "No one in Charming would go that far. They don't kill innocent women, especially the Lieutenant's wife. They're not that stupid."

"And if it was an accident?"

Angela shook her head. There was no way any of the SAMCRO boys were behind this. There was no reason for them to be invading the homes of their own people. "Why would the Sons want to hurt Charming? It doesn't make sense. You know how hard they've worked to keep Charming the way it is. Why mess it up now?"

"I don't know, Ang, but something about this doesn't feel right," he said, looking back at his wife. "I don't know the protocol from here. Do I call..."

"I'll take care of it, Eli," she said, setting hand on his arm again. "Just tell the coroner's to call Dubrowski's when she's ready to be picked up after autopsy. I got you from there."

He didn't understand why she was being so kind to him. She had no reason to be. "I'm still going after the Sons, Ang. This isn't going the change anything."

Angela looked over at the sheet covered body on the bed. "I'm not doing this for the club. I'm doing it for Rita. She was a good person, a good friend, and she didn't deserve to die," she said, her voice strong and full of conviction. She turned to glare at Roosevelt. "I'm not Gemma. Not everything I do is to benefit the club. Sometimes I do things out of my own volition because I know its the right thing to do. If you want to insult me by twisting it into some stupid plea to keep the Sons safe, go ahead. Doesn't change the fact that I will take care of her to my best ability."

Eli could hear the honesty in her words and sighed. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

"Yeah," she muttered, feeling like shit for having her motives questioned. "I'll see you around, Eli."

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"Let's see the picture," Bones said, holding out his hand to his mentor as she walked into the office. He was seated in the plush leather chair on the other side of her desk; his booted feet up on the edge of it.

Angela knocked his feet down and handed him the sonogram picture. "Chlo knows what it is," she said taking a seat in her desk chair with a sigh.

"Why don't you?" he asked, squinting at the picture and bringing it closer to his face as if he could figure it out.

"I didn't want to find out without Juice."

Bones nodded, still looking at the picture. The little thing inside her stomach looked more and more like a baby with each new picture. Standing, he went over to book shelf where he'd taped all the other sonogram pictures and added it to the end. "That's fair. That why you're in a bad mood?" he asked, taping up the picture. She sent him a dark look which he just shrugged off. "You want to know how I know?"

"You got bitten by a radioactive spider and can now read minds?" she retorted sarcastically.

He scowled at her. "Spiderman can't read minds," he said as if the mere idea was ridiculous. "I know because your phone has been ringing with that dumb ringtone for like five minutes and you're totally tuning it out."

Angela reached down in her bag, pulled out her phone, and hung it up without even looking at the screen. It'd been going off since she'd left the hospital. Mostly it was Juice, but she'd seen Gemma's number flash across the screen twice. She ignored both while she took a long drive through the countryside, trying to sort out her thoughts. It rang again, a different ringtone this time, the ID telling her the number was blocked. "Shit."

"What are the chances that its him calling from another number?"

"High," she muttered, but she had to answer. It was probably Juice, but it could also be a client or Happy. Neither of those were calls she wanted to miss. "Angela Ruiz," she answered, doing her best to sound cheerful.

"Don't hang up!" Juice's voice shouted on the other end. "Just...hear me out. I know you're pissed and you got every right to be but...I need you to do me a favor...for the club."

Angela grimaced; that was the last thing she wanted to do. "Juice, I got a lot on my plate right now," she replied, rubbing at her temples as a headache started forming behind her eyes.

"Please, Angel. It's more for Gemma than the club."

She sighed heavily. That was probably why Gemma had called her anyway; the Queen of SAMCRO only called when she needed something. "What do you need?"

"Come to Gemma's place. Bring your sidekick."

Angela walked into Gemma's house, Bones a few steps behind her. Juice wouldn't tell her what was going on over the phone, so she didn't know what to be prepared for. The place looked normal enough...save for the large bullet hole in the hardwood floor. "What the hell?" she muttered, exchanging a glance with Bones.

The kid looked back at her with his wide hazel eyes, clutching the white plastic body bag closer to his chest. "Woah. Maybe you should've brought your gun, Ang."

She ignored him, walking deeper into the house. "Juice?" she shouted, looking around the living room as she tried to get a feel of what was going on.

"Back here," Juice replied, his voice coming from down the hall.

Angela hesitated at the end of the hallway, turning to Bones. "Stay here for a sec," she instructed, waiting for Bones' nod of agreement before heading towards the open bedroom door. As soon as she stepped into the room, she saw why he'd called her. There was a body on the ground, covered in a sheet with blood seeping through the golden fabric by the head. "Holy shit."

"Relax, undertaker," Clay replied looking completely calm from where he sat at the edge of the big bed.

She didn't pay him any attention, looking to Juice instead. "What the hell is this? Was this Gemma again?" she questioned, remembering the last time Gemma called her to "take care" of her father's caretaker.

"Again?" Juice repeated, a confused look on his face.

"Never mind," she muttered, taking a step closer to the body on the ground. Carefully, she pulled back the sheet to see what she was dealing with. The cold dead eyes that stared back at her made a chill go down her spine. It was Carla with a close range bullet hole to the skull. She dropped the sheet as if she'd been stung. "What the hell is this?" she exclaimed, her voice louder than she wanted it to be.

"Think of it as karma," Clay suggested, smirking as if he'd made a funny joke.

Juice grimaced at the idea, knowing Angela would not find it funny. The dark glare she threw Clay's way told him he was right. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked, standing up, her whole body shaking with anger. A woman was lying dead on the floor and Clay wanted her to think of it as karma? The idea was ludicrous! Sure, she wasn't Carla's biggest fan, but she didn't want her dead! What had happened between her and Juice was just as much his fault as it was hers! She looked at Juice. "Was this you?"

"No! No, God no!" Juice exclaimed quickly. "This was...she shot herself, Angel. I swear. I wouldn't...we don't kill women."

Angela swallowed hard, staring down at the woman's bloodied face. "Then what the hell happened to her?"

"That ain't none of your concern," Clay spoke, earning him a glare from the undertaker. "We just need ya to get rid of her."

"Get rid of...this is a human being we are taking about! I can't just 'get rid' of her like a piece of trash! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Angel," Juice's voice was a warning. Clay might not be president anymore, but he was still a Son, still someone that should be respected.

"What?" she demanded, glaring at Juice before looking back at Clay. "I'm an undertaker not a fucking cleaner! I don't just 'get rid' of people like you, Clay!"

The anger came quickly, rising in Juice like tidal wave. He heard the implication in her voice, saw the way she was glaring at Clay. Putting two and two together, he realized that she knew Clay killed Piney. She'd probably known all along and hadn't said a damn word to him about it. His body moved of its own accord. His hand shot out and grabbed Angela's arm, using his hold to haul her out of the room. "You don't know what you're talking about!" he seethed, pushing her against the wall. "You better shut your mouth and do what we need you to or..."

"Or what, Juice? You'll get rid of me?" she shot back, trying her best to push him away.

Juice blinked, he hadn't known where that had come from. His thoughts were so twisted up, he didn't know what he was doing anymore. "No!" he shouted back at her, his grip on her arm tightening. "Just be a good Old Lady and do as you're told!"

A look of disgust passed over her face as she looked up at him. This was not the sweet, goofy man she was used to. This was a man who'd been poisoned by the venomous snake that was sitting in the bedroom. "Who are you?" she asked, acid dripping off her words. She pushed him off of her and headed back to the living room, away from him. She glanced at Bones. "There's a DB in the back room. Load her into the van if you want. I really don't give a shit either way. Hell, maybe they'll ask you to hang around or prospect if you do a good job. Whatever you do, I don't want any part of it."

Bones nodded slowly, watching as his mentor stalked out the door. He turned to find a very pissed off Juice standing at the mouth of the hallway. "So..."

"C'mon," he growled, heading back down the hall.

Bones wondered if maybe he should run back to the van and bail but something told him he should probably stay on Juice's good side. Angela said he could help, after all, so he wouldn't be pissing her off. He jogged after Juice and together, they managed to get the body out of the house and into the back of the van. Angela was already sitting in the driver's seat, her hands gripped tightly around the steering wheel. "Tell him we'll 'get rid' of her after hours if he wants to say goodbye," she spat at Bones, though Juice was close enough to hear.

Bones looked awkwardly from her to Juice. "Uhh she said..."

"I heard her," Juice cut him off. He was staring Angela down, willing her to look at him, but she remained facing forward, her jaw clenched tightly. He was mad at her. For the first time in a long time, genuinely mad at her for acting like a total bitch in front of Clay. He'd spent weeks telling Clay how great of an Old Lady she was only to have it blow up in his face. "I'll be there."

"Oh good," the apprentice said lightly before turning to Angela. "He said he'll..."

"Just get in the car, Boner," she ordered, shaking her head at him. "We got shit to do."

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Juice pulled up in front of Dubrowski's, a wave of nostalgia hitting him when he saw the hearse pulled into the parking lot. It felt like yesterday that he'd pulled up to the same place and had seen a beautiful girl leaning against that hearse, blowing bubbles with her gum that little smirk on her face. He'd been drawn to her then, like a moth to a flame. Had almost offered to dig the corpse out just to spend time with her. He hadn't, though. He hadn't wanted to do the Prospect's work. The guys didn't take him very seriously back then (not that they did now either); offering to do the job would've given them ammo to tease him for weeks.

He'd never have thought the girl leaning against the hearse would turn into his Old Lady. That she'd be the one carrying his first child and hopefully his second and third, maybe even fourth; he'd always wanted a big family to call his own.

His anger had abated slowly as the events kept playing through his mind. He'd been wrong to grab her like that, wrong to be mad because she'd kept what she'd known about Clay and Piney to herself. That didn't made her a bad Old Lady. Hell, it made her a good one. She knew when to keep her mouth shut, a good quality to have. One he was willing to bet was instilled in her by her cousin. He understood where here her anger had come from too. The Sons continually used her to take care of their mistakes but none had ever told her to 'get rid' of someone as if she was some psychopath cleaner. They'd used a bit more tact when asking for her help in the past. Clay had disrespected her, talked down to her, and he'd done shit to defend her. Instead, he'd gotten mad at her. He was a shitty Old Man.

He climbed the stairs to the apartment, figuring she was hanging with Bones while she waited for him. It was strange to knock on the door. He was so used to grabbing the spare key and opening it himself. But that spare key was gone. This wasn't their place anymore.

"Oh um...hi," Bones greeted awkwardly as he opened the door. "Ang is already in the crematorium. Or maybe she's not...I dunno. Can't remember if she wanted me to tell you or not."

Juice sighed, rubbing a hand over his head. "She mad?"

He shrugged in response. "She's hurt. I mean, you missed a pretty big appointment and then you kinda went alpha dog on her back there which doesn't help you any," he said, scratching nervously at his elbow. "But she kinda went psycho back there too so...don't tell her I told you that."

"Your secret's safe with me, Bones," he said on a tight smile.

"Just don't...don't hurt her anymore. Okay?"

Juice tilted his head to the side, looking the nerd up and down with a new appreciation. The kid obviously cared about Angela. "Yeah, kid," he said on a nod. "Thanks for lookin' out for her."

"Dude, Ang is the best. You're lucky to have her. Not that I...want her. I just...I want someone like her, I guess...but she is very yours."

"I get it, Bones. Thanks," he said, shaking his head as he turned and headed back down the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled open one of the wooden doors and peeked inside. Angela was there, sitting on the metal table in the corner wearing her rubber apron and gloves. Her legs kicked back and forth as she stared at the open cardboard coffin in front of her. He could see four finger shaped bruises on her upper arm from where he'd grabbed her earlier. The sight of them made his heart squeeze painfully in his chest. He'd never meant to hurt her like that. Hell, he never meant to hurt her period.

"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes on the flaming cardboard box inside the cremator instead of him.

Juice sighed as he took a step into the room, moving to lean on the table at her side. "For what?"

"The way I yelled at you. Stormed out of there like...like..."

"Gemma?" he put in, one eyebrow raised.

Angela let out a light laugh, swallowing hard as she wiped at her eyes. "Yeah, I guess. God, I don't want to be her."

"You're not," he assured her, lifting a hand and running it over the skin on her arm. "I shouldn't have grabbed you so hard. Shouldn't be ordering you around. That's not us it's..."

"Them," she finished, knowing he was talking about Gemma and Clay. She met his gaze for the first time and swallowed hard. "Juice, I don't want to turn into them. They're not even together anymore."

He could see the fear in her dark eyes and worry pooled in the pit of his stomach. "We won't, Angel. I promise you we won't."

"Then why does it feel like we're headed there?" she asked, playing nervously with her ring. The question hung in the air for a few minutes as they both thought it over in silence. She blamed herself for what happened. If she hadn't gone on that little vacation with Chloe, he'd never have gotten so close to Clay, never have been poisoned by the ex-president's ideas. "What happened to us?"

"I don't know," he replied, his voice soft. "I wish I did. Wish I could rewind and go back to when we were happy. When our biggest problem was whose phone was going to go off in the middle of sex. Is that...can we do that?"

She laughed, wiping at her eyes. It hadn't been that long ago that they'd been standing in the same room flirting. She never would've guessed then they'd be standing in the same place over three years later fighting to stay together. "I wish it were that easy."

"Can I...can we go for a ride?" Juice asked hesitantly.

Angela stared at the fire for a second longer, contemplating his question. The flames reminded her of the story of the phoenix. The mythical bird was reborn from its own ashes. Maybe, as morbid as it was, burning Carla like this could be a symbol of their rebirth. Maybe after dealing with this, they could start over again. They'd officially hit rock bottom, the only place to go now, was up. She looked up at him, meeting his hopeful stare as she slid her fingers in between his. "Yeah, let's get outta here."

A sigh of relief left his lips as he kissed her forehead. He'd been worried that she was going to give up on him. That what had happened that day had caused an irreparable tear in their relationship. But no, she took his hand in hers and met his eyes with a determined look; she wasn't going to give up on him. He'd never loved her more than he did at that moment.

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The cold wind bit at her cheeks as Juice flew down the back roads. Angela clung tightly to him, feeling a slight weight ease off her shoulders as they passed the Charming welcome sign. For some reason, passing that sign always made her feel better. She felt the tension in Juice's shoulders ease and smiled; apparently she wasn't the only one to feel that way. They rode for awhile before a familiar exit came into view. He pulled off and carefully climbed the road that led to their little spot on their mountain. She swung her leg off the bike and walked to the edge of it, staring at the dark town that lay sleeping beneath them.

Juice leaned against his bike, studying her for a moment. She looked like she was deep in thought, small wisps of hair that'd come out of her braid blowing in and out of her face, catching the moonlight making a halo around her head. He smirked as he thought of the song he'd heard the other day. Turning, he grabbed his iPod out of his bike's dock and searched through it for the right song. He had a feeling it would make her laugh. Make her roll her eyes and call him a 'goof' like she'd done when they'd first started out. When he'd do cheesy shit like this all the time just to make her smile. He hadn't been doing much of that lately. He found the song, plugged it back in, and pressed play.

The opening notes of a reggae-sounding song filled the air, a heavy Jamaican voice speaking over the music, too fast for him to understand. She turned raising an eyebrow at him. "Reminds me of you," he explained, nodding to her.

A small smile spread across her face as she rolled her eyes. "Shaggy. Of all the songs you can pick with 'angel' in them, you go with 'Angel' by Shaggy?"

"It's a classic," he defended on a shrug. "Listen to the words."

"Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel. Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby. Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel. Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady," the reggae singer crooned.

"Closer than your 'peeps', huh?" she repeated, smiling wider as she shook her head at him.

"Damn straight." He nodded, holding out his hand to her. "C'mon, baby. Dance with me."

With a dramatic roll of her eyes, she let him pull her into his chest. And just like that, they were right back to where they'd started, goofing around and laughing with each other as if all the bullshit they'd gone through had never happened. Angela leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in the comforting scent of leather mixed with weed and aftershave that was purely Juice. His lips brushed across her forehead, staying there as he held her tighter to him. They stopped moving, both of them relaxing into each other's embraces. The song ended and another started up, 'Earth Angel' by the Penguins. She tilted her head up to look at him. "Did you just look up songs with angel in them and make a playlist?"

"Just these two, I swear," he said on a chuckle. Swaying with her a bit before sighing. "I'm sorry things have been so shitty lately."

"Ssshhh. You're ruining the moment," she murmured, nuzzling her nose against his neck. What her aunt had said floated through her head. Sometimes love is enough. It was for them. Everything that happened was in the past. Things that they couldn't change but that they could learn from. She was willing to try because she loved him and the thought of being without him made her sick to her stomach. "It's done. New page. Clean slate."

His dark eyes brightened at her words. "Really, baby?"

Angela nodded. "I don't want to be mad at you anymore, Juice. It's exhausting and it...hurts," she admitted on a light laugh. "So stop pissing me off."

He bent his head to touch his forehead to hers. "I'll do my best," he promised, honestly meaning it. "I love you, Angel. You and my little sea monkey."

She smiled and felt a little stirring in her belly. It wasn't the usual butterflies she got when she was with Juice, but an actual movement. Her grin widened as she dropped a hand to her belly. "Monk's moving. He, she, whatever...loves you too."

He put his warm hand on hers and dipped his head to press a kiss to her baby bump. "Daddy's not going to piss Mama off anymore, Monk. Your dad's an idiot, but he's going to try and be smart for her 'cause he loves her."

Angela felt her heart warm as Juice kept talking to their unborn child. The more he talked, the more the baby seemed to move. Running a hand over the strip of hair down the middle of his head, she caught Juice's attention. "Love you, goofy," she said, laughing as he swept her off her feet into a bridal style hold.

He kissed her soundly on the mouth, carrying her back towards his bike. "Love you too, Mama," he said, sitting her on the bike. "We're going to be okay. I'm not gonna mess up anymore, I pinky promise."

She laughed against as she hooked her pinky around his. "Goof," she said, catching his lips in a quick kiss. Her hormones were bouncing off the walls as she grabbed the front of his cut, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. His hands found her hips, thumbs slipping under the fabric of her shirt and rubbing over her bump briefly before they slid up to her bra, grabbing at her enlarged breasts. She gasped at the touch, pulling her lips from his as he trailed kisses down her neck. The pregnancy had not only made her cup size swell, but she was more sensitive than ever. "Take me home, Juicy," she breathed.

She could feel him smile against her neck. He nipped at her collar bone, feeling quite proud of himself when a soft moan escaped her lips. "Your wish is my command, baby."