Tara heard the knock on the front door and smiled when she looked through the peephole to find Angela and Juice standing with just their pinkies linked together. She saw Angela's hold tighten briefly, a squeeze she was sure was meant to reassure him of something before he let her go. The undertaker had called her earlier that morning asking if it was okay for them to stop by since Juice wanted to talk to Jax. Though she found it strange Angela had called her instead of Juice calling Jax, she'd said it was fine for them to coming over. She'd been up early with Thomas who'd been fussy all morning. "Good morning," Tara greeted, smiling as Thomas reached out his arms to Angela. "Looks like someone's excited to see you."

Angela grinned, taking the little boy from Tara's arms. "Hi Tommy," she cooed, kissing his temple as the little boy's chubby fingers grabbed at the dog tags hanging around her neck. "Long time no see, buddy."

Juice smiled softly at the sight of Angela with a baby in her arms. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest when he realized he might not ever get to see her holding his own child. He gently reached out a hand to stroke over the baby's soft hair. "Kid gets bigger every time I see him," he said in wonder.

Tara nodded, taking Thomas back from Angela. "Gotta feed him quickly, then I'm gonna take him over to the hospital."

"You want me to take him over for ya? Save you some time?" she offered, carefully prying her dogtags from Thomas' grasp in an effort not to be strangled by them as Tara walked away.

"It's fine, thanks. I have a meeting actually," Tara said with a small smile.

Angela's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oregon?"

Tara nodded trying hard to keep her smile from growing bigger. "They just want to talk but...who knows?"

"Congrats, T!" she exclaimed with a wide grin. "Good luck, lady!"

"Thanks."

Angela nodded, grinning when she heard the patter of little feet running down the hall. "Gee!" Abel exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her legs.

She laughed, gently rubbing a hand over his hair. "I knew there was another monster running around her somewhere!" she said, dropping a kiss to his head.

"Hi Uncle Juice!" Abel said turning to look at Juice.

Juice gave the boy a half hearted smile, lifting him up onto his hip. "Hey kiddo," he said, his tone less enthusiastic than normal. "How's it going?"

"Good! We play?" he asked squirming to get down. As soon as Juice set him down, he tugged on his hand, pulling him towards the toys in the living room. Angela couldn't help but feel her heart warm as Juice sat down and started playing with Abel on the floor. She hoped to God someday he'd be around to play with their child like that. That they could have a home like this one filled with toys and laughter.

"Hey Ang?" Tara called from the kitchen. Angela shook herself from her thoughts and drifted towards the kitchen where Tara was feeding Thomas from a bottle. "I'm gonna wake Jax up. Tell him what's going on. Elyda will be here to watch Abel in about twenty minutes, so you don't have to worry about him."

"Sounds good," Angela replied with a smile before wandering back to the living room and taking a seat on the armchair by where Juice and Abel were playing. Tara breezed in, kissing Abel once more and telling Juice that Jax would be out in a minute before making her way out the door.

Juice's eyes sought Angela's out, a worried look in them. She tried to give him a reassuring smile but found it was hard; she was just as worried. "It'll be okay," she whispered, though she wasn't at all sure of what she was saying.

Jax walked in a moment later, pausing at the opening of the living room, his blue eyes on Juice. "Hey," Juice greeted awkwardly.

"Mornin'," Jax replied, nodding his hello to Angela. "Hey darlin'. How're you?"

"Good," Angela answered, trying to smile at him. "How are you?"

He shrugged indifferently as he headed lazily into the kitchen. Juice stood, leaning over and giving Angela a sound kiss on the mouth before following after his President. Once they were gone, she found a good movie on TV, making sure it was low enough so she could hear what they were saying.

The conversation started out pleasant enough, but she found herself not wanting to listen anymore after she heard the rough edge to Juice's voice as he said, "I know you know. Eli told me hopin' that I'd take Ang and split. I got no place to go, Jax. No friends. No family. She's all I got, and I'm not gonna take her away from her home. Not with my baby inside a her. I can't leave her behind either...things would turn to shit without her."

Tears filled her eyes as she listened to him speak, knowing he meant every word. She turned up the TV, drowning out the conversation. She couldn't listen to him suffer like that any more. She had to be strong. Abel looked up at her with a questioning glance. "Gee cry?"

"No, baby," Angela answered, wiping at her eyes. "Just got something in my eye. You like this movie?"

Abel nodded enthusiastically as he snuggled into her side. "Chunk is silly!"

"Do you know how to do the truffle shuffle, Abie?" she teased, tickling his tummy and smiling as his laughter filled the room.

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Juice stood up as if in a daze, heading back to the living room where Angela was watching a movie on the couch with Abel. The little boy was leaning against her side, watching the movie as she played distractedly with his blonde hair. She looked up when he walked in, her eyes studying his face for a brief moment before she whispered something to the little boy and stood. "Juice?" she questioned, a worried look on her face.

Juice shrugged a shoulder, holding out his hand for her to take. "Ready to go?"

She searched his face again, trying to get a good read on him and failing miserably. "Okay," she said, leaning over to kiss Abel's head. "See you later, lil' monster."

"Bye Auntie Gee," he said, his little hand waving at her while his eyes stayed glued to the television screen.

Taking Juice's hand in her own, she let him lead her out to his Dyna. She was taking full advantage that she wasn't too big to ride yet and enjoying it while it lasted. Once they were both on the bike, Juice drove out to that familiar spot they seemed to visiting all too often. He waited for her to dismount before getting off himself.

"What happened, Juice?" she asked, watching as he looked over the town of Charming. Their little spot looked so different in the light of day.

Juice swallowed hard before looking back at her. "He offered me a pardon. Long as I do everything he says, he won't bring what I did to the table," he admitted finally. He wished Angela didn't look so relieved, wished she wasn't smiling at him like that was the best news in the world. "Baby, I...I have to turn in Clay. I have to find the papers he stole and...prove he was behind those break-ins, that he wanted to take down Jax."

Angela's smile faltered a bit, knowing how much turning in Clay would break him. As much as she despised Clay and the hold the old man had on Juice, she knew doing something like this would mess with Juice's mind. He was loyal to a fault. Turning on his brothers had made him attempt to take his life once, she worried it would happen again. "Okay," she said softly. She sucked in a deep breath, placing a hand on either side of his face and meeting his gaze. "You can do this, Juice. I know you can. I'll help you. We'll turn Clay's house upside down to find those stupid papers, okay?"

He nodded slowly, his hands coming to rest on her baby bump. "If I don't find those papers..."

"Don't," she said, cutting him off. "We're going to find those papers. Together. I don't care if I have to pretend to be nice to Clay, I'll do it."

"Angel, I find those papers and Jax'll...he'll kill him," he stated, tears gathering in his eyes.

Her thumbs swept under his eyes, wiping away his tears. "And if you don't, he'll kill you," she added, her own tears clouding her vision, distorting his face. "Is that what you want? To die? To leave me and our baby alone?"

"No," he breathed, shaking his head. "No. Of course not, Angel!"

"Then you have to give up Clay, Juice," she said trying her best to sound strong. "I know it sucks and Jax is...he's a real shitty brother for putting you in this situation, but if it keeps you safe, keeps you here. You have to do it. For us, Juice. For me. Please."

Juice nodded, his fingers wrapping around her wrists as he held turned his face to kiss her palm. "Okay, baby," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers. "For you."

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Angela grabbed one of Clay's boxes and pulled it to her, rifling through the papers as Juice looked in his shelves. "What exactly are we looking for, Juice?" she asked, grimacing at the stacks of receipts and old magazines.

"Birth certificates, death certificates, legal shit," Juice replied, shuffling through more papers. "They should all be together."

"Okay," she said, starting on another box. The place was an unorganized mess, though she couldn't say she was very surprised. Apparently, the boys of SAMCRO had helped Clay move his shit but no one had bothered to help unpack very much of it. She looked over at Juice who was busy moving a lock box off a shelf. She watched as he moved off the top shelf and paused at whatever it was hiding. "You find it?"

Juice stared at the silver gun lying there in the box a moment, before taking it into his hands. It was heavier than it looked. The design of the grim reaper gleamed back at him, reminding him of what his fate would be if he didn't find those damn papers. "No," he said, pausing a moment as he heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. "Shit."

"I thought you said he wouldn't be back for awhile," Angela hissed, quickly throwing everything back into place.

"I didn't think he would be!" he whisper-shouted back, putting the gun back into its place and closing up the little cabinet. "Get in the kitchen. Do somethin'...domestic."

Angela laughed at how outrageous that comment was. "Domestic? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Just go!" he said, gesturing wildly with his hands.

She rolled her eyes, heading to the kitchen and staring at the dishes left in the drying rack. With a sigh, she started opening the cupboards to put stuff away, surprised when Juice came to her side to help. "This domestic enough for you?" she whispered at him as she heard the garage door close.

The corner of his mouth lifted up into just the smallest hint of a smile. "I love you," he reminded her, kissing her temple. He heard Clay's footsteps and cleared his throat. "Hey man."

Clay walked into the kitchen, a confused look on his face. Never in a million years did he think Angela of all people would come to his house. Nor did he think she'd be there helping to clean it. Something was off. "You guys don't have to do that," he said, a small smile on his face as he did his best to look friendly.

"It's cool," Juice replied, shrugging as if it were no big deal. "We just came by to see if you needed anything. Ang and I are doing a Costco run."

"Is that right?" he asked, looking over at Angela.

Angela did her best to smile at him and act like she didn't totally despise him. "Yeah," she put in awkwardly. "Always nice to help a brother out. So do you...need anything?"

"No, I'm fine. Sit for a sec, will you?" he asked Juice. Juice sat down, fighting the urge to smile when he felt Angela step behind him, her hand on his shoulder. Clay looked at her for a brief moment. "You mind givin' me and your Old Man some privacy?"

"Yeah, 'course." She nodded slowly, pressing a quick kiss to Juice's head before making her way out.

Clay caught her arm on the way, not missing the way she tensed at his touch. " 'm sorry, Angie," he stated, his blue eyes looking truly apologetic. She stared at him open mouthed, wondering what exactly he was sorry for. There was no way he'd apologize for threatening her in front of Juice. No, this had to be a show about what happened with Carla. As if sensing her question, he elaborated, "For the way I treated you before with Nero's whore. Had no right to talk to you like that."

Angela fought the urge to tell him exactly where he could stick that fake-ass apology. She had no doubt it was just a ploy to manipulate Juice, to win his favor. Gritting her teeth together, she nodded, not trusting herself to say another word. She stared pointedly at his hand that was still gripping her arm, waiting for him to let go before heading out the door.

She took a deep breath of fresh air, trying to reign in her anger at Clay's latest move. She wished she could've stayed inside to hear what other poison the ex-president was pouring into her Old Man's ear, but she respected Juice too much to insist on staying. She just hoped it wouldn't twist him up anymore.

"What are you doin' here, preggo?" Gemma's words cut into her thoughts.

"Oh. Juice and I were about to head to Costco," she lied, raking a hand through her hair. "Wanted to see if Clay needed anything."

Gemma held up two plastic bags, gesturing to the open trunk of her car that held a few more. "I got him covered."

Angela studied her quizzically. "Why are you helping him? After what he did..." she trailed off. She had to admit she was worried about Gemma. Falling back into her abusive relationship wasn't the best idea the Queen of SAMCRO ever had.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll be fine," Gemma said, touched by her concern. She watched as Angela moved to grab another bag. "Nuh-uh, preggo. You leave those there. Don't want you hurtin' yourself."

She made a face at Gemma's back as the Old Lady stalked up the walk and to the door. Grabbing one of the bags, she was surprised by how heavy it was. "Shit. What'd she buy? Rocks?"

"Jesus, Angel! Stop!" Juice exclaimed, trying to take the bag from her.

Angela wouldn't let him grab it. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not. C'mon, you're already carryin' a kid, you don't need to do groceries too," he said, taking the bag from her and grabbing the other one. "Just...wait for me by my bike. I'll be right back."

She nodded, feeling useless as she trudged back to her bike. "I totally could have done it, Monk. Gemma just decided to buy rocks at the supermarket today."

"Talkin' to yourself?" Juice asked, his tone light but the look on his face told her something was weighing on him.

"No, I'm talking to Monk," she said, rubbing a hand over her belly.

Juice chuckled, kissing her quickly. "Does Monk talk back?"

"No, but it moves like a crazy person," Angela replied, still not over how weird it felt to have something moving around in her belly.

"It? When we gonna stop calling our kid, it? Feel like it makes us bad parents," he commented scrunching up his nose in distaste.

She shrugged a shoulder. "How much time do you have before work?"

He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. "An hour or two. Why?"

"Let's go bug, Chlo. Find out what this little sea monkey is so we can stop being bad parents," she replied, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Her excitement was contagious, and he found himself smiling with her despite the awful way the day had been going. "Let's go see our sea monkey."

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Chloe watched the Harley pull in as she took a step out of her car. She'd been on her way to work for the start of her shift when Angela had called and demanded a sonogram. She watched as Angela got off the bike and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, guys? A pregnant lady on a motorcycle?" she asked, her eyebrows raised high on her forehead. "Thought I told you to stay off, Ang!"

"Is that wrong?" Angela asked, an innocent look on her face.

She narrowed her eyes at her friend. It was wrong not to mention incredibly dangerous, something they'd already had a conversation about."I told you that last time."

Juice looked at Angela suspiciously. Not once had she mentioned taking her car instead of his Dyna. He would've done it in a heartbeat if he knew Chloe had advised her not to ride. "You didn't say anything."

"It was just a suggestion," she said on a shrug as if a suggestion from a nurse were no big deal.

Chloe scoffed. "I told her to stay off your hot rod," she said looking at Juice. The guy looked like he was holding back a laugh as he exchanged a glance with Angela who was hiding a laugh behind her hand. The nurse rolled her eyes, smacking Angela's arm. "Get your minds out of the gutter! Jesus Christ!"

Angela laughed, hitting Chloe back. "You started it, lady," she said on a snicker. "So...got a minute?"

"Lemme guess, the idiot wants to see the baby," she said, smirking as Juice gave her a quizzical look, repeating the insulting name under his breath. "Come on, I'll see if there's a baby room open."

Juice was still puzzling over Chloe's new nickname for him when Angela grabbed his hand. "Clearly, she's been hanging out with my cousin too much."

"Poor lady," he muttered, letting her pull him towards the elevator. He kept his hand in hers, his thumb rubbing over the Claddagh ring he'd given her as he only half-listened to Angela tease Chloe about Hap. His stomach was twisted in knots. Knowing whether he was going to have a daughter or a son would make it all more real. He'd either have a daughter with a bright future ahead of her or a son destined to follow in his own footsteps. He held his Old Lady's hand as Chloe set up the machine. "Don't you already know, Chlo?"

"I got an educated guess. This time I'll know a hundred percent," Chloe answered confidently. "And so will you."

Angela squeezed his hand, meeting his gaze, her brow furrowed in worry. Juice lifted their hands to brush a kiss across her knuckles. "Least we can finally stop calling Monk, 'it'," he said on a shrug.

"Right," Angela said, hitting Chloe when she laughed.

"That's why want to know? Not to decorate or buy stuff but because you feel bad about calling your baby 'it'? You guys are ridiculous," Chloe snorted, squirting the gel onto Angela's round stomach. She turned on the machine and gently touched the probe to her skin. "You guys ready for this?"

They both nodded, holding tightly to each other's hands as they saw their baby appear on the screen. Chloe went painstakingly slow, showing them fingers, toes, eyes, and ears before finally getting to the big reveal. "Now here is the good part," Chloe explained a small smile on her face.

Juice squinted, trying to make sense of the image. "There's nothing there..."

"That's right."

Angela wiped at the tears in her eyes, she knew what that meant though Juice seemed to still be processing it. "Monk's a girl, goofy," she explained on a laugh.

His breath caught in his throat as he stared at the image on the screen. "A girl," he repeated softly, awestruck by the image of his baby. He would've been happy either way, but a girl...that was a beacon of hope. Hope that someday his family would be out of the club and away from all of its hardships for good. His hand reached out to touch the image on the screen. "My baby girl."

"Monk-ette," Angela teased, squeezing his other hand as she laughed.

Juice smiled faintly, his eyes still on the screen. All of a sudden, he couldn't breathe. It was all too real. He was going to have a daughter. A daughter who would look like Angela and would grow up in this world full of violence and hardship. Maybe he'd be around to meet her, maybe he wouldn't. If he was lucky enough to see her grow, to raise her...how was he going to do it? He didn't know the first thing about girls! Hell, he barely understood Angela! "Holy shit," he breathed, shaking his head.

Chloe could see the nervous look on Juice face and frowned. Tossing Angela a towel, she stood and headed for the door. "I'm going to leave you two alone. Congrats on my goddaughter," she said, winking at Angela.

Angela rolled her eyes. She hadn't discussed baptism or godparents with Juice yet, but Chloe insisted it was her right to be godmother whether or not it was official. She agreed wholeheartedly with it; Chloe had been there for her in ways no one else had, but she still needed to talk to Juice about it first. Once Chloe was gone, she turned to Juice, studying his face for a moment. She knew there was something bothering him, could read it all over his face. "Say it."

"How 'm I gonna raise a little girl?" he asked, his voice rougher than normal.

She squeezed his hand tightly. "We'll figure it out together. You and me."

Juice gave her a half-hearted smile, leaning over to press his lips to hers, his hand brushing over her belly. "I hope I'm around to meet her."

Angela scoffed, shaking her head at him. "You will be. You're not going anywhere, Juice. Not if I have anything to do with it."

He smile widened a bit at her promise, though he knew there was only so much she could do to short of killing the rest of his brothers that would keep him from being punished for his crimes. "What're you gonna do, baby?"

"First, I'm gonna find those papers," she stated, sitting up and getting to her feet so she was standing in front of him. Her fingers gently traced over the planes of his face. "And if I can't, I got my Glock and good aim."

Juice felt his heartbeat kick up a notch as her eyes darkened, that dangerous glint shining through. He stood, grabbing her hips in his hands and pulling her towards him. "You gonna take care of me, Mama?" he asked, biting his lip as he looked her over. She was sexy as hell when she was threatening to kill people.

A slow smile spread across her face as she nodded. "Always, Daddy," she replied as her lips crashed against his, her hands fisted into the front of his cut.

The door opened and Chloe's sigh of exasperation was only just loud enough to force them to pull apart. "Seriously guys? I leave you alone for two minutes and you're already at it like rabbits? Y'all need to get out before the next patient comes in. Please," she stated, a hint of amusement in her hazel eyes.

"Fun sucker." Angela stuck her tongue at her friend, grabbing Juice's hand and tugging him out of the room.

"Keep at it, and she's gonna end up having twins," Chloe threatened Juice playfully.

Juice waited until they were already out the door before turning to Angela. "Can that really happen? I mean, we've had a lot of..."

Angela's laughter cut him off. She gave him a sound kiss on the mouth before shaking his head. "No, goofy," she assured him on another laugh as a look of relief crossed his face. "Not this late in the game. Only one bun in the oven at a time."

"Oh good," he said on a sigh, his shoulders relaxing. He caught himself quickly. "Not that I don't want another one, I just..."

"You want another one?" she asked, eyebrows raised in shock. "Juice..."

"No! Not right now!" he exclaimed quickly. "Just...if this whole thing blows over and I surv-"

Angela cut him off quickly. "Don't you finish that sentence, Juan Carlos!" she insisted and for a moment, he could see her little chola side coming out as she waved her finger at him. "You are going to be fine, and we are going to raise this little girl to be a total badass and in the future, if we want her to have a badass brother or sister...we'll talk about it, okay?"

Juice chuckled, grabbing her hand. "Whatever you say, little chola," he said, kissing her quickly. "C'mon, let's get home. I gotta head to TM soon."

"Little chola," she repeated, in disbelief. "Really, Juice?"

"Really, Angelita," he mocked, chuckling as she punched his arm lightly. "Maybe we'll stop by the store. Get you some lip liner and hoops."

Angela glared at him, shaking her head while grabbing the helmet he held out to her. "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise, I'd totally kick your ass," she muttered, getting on the bike behind.

"Love you, chola," he teased, squeezing her knee.

She wrapped her arms around him as best she could with her baby bump in the way, nuzzling her nose against the part of his neck left uncovered by his helmet. She knew this would be the last time she rode bitch with him for awhile since Chloe spilled the beans she wasn't supposed to, so she was savoring every moment of it. She kissed his neck, squeezing him lovingly. "Love you too, asshole."