Chloe was standing at the nurse's station when Lieutenant Roosevelt walked in. She gave him a small smile and nod in greeting. He nodded back before clearing his throat to catch the secretary's attention. "Good morning, ma'am. Can you give me the room number for Ms. Angela Ruiz?"

That peaked Chloe's interest. What could her friend have done that could possibly warrant a visit from the Sheriff? Angela had been in the hospital all day the day before, and she hadn't left since. She closed the file she was looking at and smiled at the secretary. "I got this Janice," she assured the older woman. "Follow me, sir," Chloe said, starting her trek down the hall. "Can I ask what you need? The Ortiz family is a bit...exhausted. New baby and all."

"I can only imagine," Eli replied on a trite smile. "I need to ask them a few questions regarding a current investigation. Figured I'd stop by instead of dragging them down to the station."

"How nice of you," she commented, stopping by the door to their room. "I'm gonna go in first. Make sure she's...decent."

Eli nodded his head in agreement, and she quickly slipped into the room. She wasn't surprised to find all three of its inhabitant's sleeping. Angela was on her side, one hand reaching out to Evie's plastic hospital crib that was just within reach. Juice, breaking all the hospital rules that she'd explained to both of them more than once, was lying next to his Old Lady, his arm wrapped tightly around her torso as if he were afraid to let her go. It looked uncomfortable to Chloe, especially since he was snoring like a lawnmower right in Angela's ear. With a sigh, she went over to Juice and shook his shoulder. "Juice, hey, the police are here."

Juice groaned, rolling onto his back, careful not to disturb Angela. He was usually a pretty heavy sleeper, but he was so worried about Evie, he woke up at every noise. Chloe and Angela had both encouraged him to sleep while Evie was getting fed, but he couldn't. Evie was getting up to eat every two hours. If Angela had to wake up to deal with that, he should too. It wasn't fair for him to sleep while she took care of their child. On the other hand, if Evie woke up for a diaper change, he did his best to make sure Angela stayed asleep through it. Chloe had taught him how to change her, and he gladly did it so Angela could sleep more. She needed her rest more than he did. "What?" he asked blinking up at Chloe.

"Lieutenant Roosevelt is here. Wants to talk to Angela," he explained in a rushed whisper.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to think of why the hell Roosevelt would be there so early to talk to Angela, no less. Sitting up, he swung his legs out of the bed and trudged to the door. He let Chloe slip out before he looked to Roosevelt. "What do you want?" he asked grumpily.

"Good morning, Mr. Ortiz," Roosevelt greeted politely. His dark eyes regarded Juice's bruised face curiously, but he didn't make a comment. The guy looked like he needed sleep, badly. "If you don't mind, I need to talk to Ms. Ruiz."

"She's sleeping. Been a rough night," Juice explained shortly. "What do you need from her?"

Roosevelt sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere without letting Juice in on some of the information he had. "Nero Padilla was brought into the station early this morning on some criminal charges. He claims he was here last night with Gemma visiting Angela. I need a reliable witness to confirm his story, so I can release him," he explained before looking over Juice's shoulder to see if he could see Angela. Juice blocked him, so he continued, "Now, you're club affiliated. Not exactly what we like to call 'reliable'. Angela, however, is not thus making her a reliable witness."

He scowled at that. Not liking the way Roosevelt inferred that he wasn't connected to his own Old Lady. "She's my..."

"I know she's your Old Lady. But on paper, she's got a job that's not at TM, she doesn't have any identifying club tattoos, and she does not have your last name. For all intents and purposes, she is a civilian who can provide a truthful testimony. Now do you want to help Padilla's case or not?"

Juice looked over his shoulder at Angela who was still asleep and heaved another long sigh. He hated to have to wake her up, especially for club business. "Give me a sec. I gotta wake her up," he replied on another sigh. He closed the door in Roosevelt's face and headed over to her. Leaning over the side of the bed, he brushed a stray hair from her cheek before pressing a kiss to her temple. "Angel, baby, wake up."

Angela groaned in her sleep before sitting up quickly. "What? What happened? Is she hungry?" she asked groggily. She looked over at the crib and gave him a confused look. "Why am I awake when she's not? Are you okay? What's going on?"

He chuckled a bit at the mess that was her hair, shaking his head. "Roosevelt's here. Wants to ask you some questions about Nero."

"Okay," she replied on a sigh. She raked her hand through her hair, struggling to make it look somewhat neater. "I look like shit."

Juice shook his head, reaching out a hand to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "Shut up," he said, leaning over to kiss her temple. "You're beautiful."

Butterflies fluttered through her stomach as they always did when he called her beautiful. "Goof," she said, reaching a hand up to pull his face to hers. Their lips met, the feel of his soft lips molding to hers sent that familiar tingly feeling through her body. God, she loved this man. There was a knock on the door, and she pulled away from him out of instinct.

A slow, naughty grin spread across his face, making her stomach do flip flops. "Six weeks, baby," he said, catching her lips once more. His gaze drifted over to Evie's crib where she was still sleeping soundly. "Six weeks and we can practice making another one."

"Another one?" she asked in complete and utter shock. "Juice..."

He gave her that big grin of hers and winked. "Just practice, Angel," he assured her as he headed towards the door.

She watched him walk away; amazed at the short amount of time it took for him to transition from happy, new father to badass biker. His whole posture seemed to change. He walked slower, his shoulders squared, chin in the air. She bit her lip, trying to push away the dirty thoughts that were circling through her mind. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly let it out. "Six weeks," she told herself as Roosevelt walked in.

"Good Morning, Ms. Ruiz," Roosevelt greeted, nodding to her. Evie started fussing at the sound of the new voice. Juice picked her up, barely able to hide a smile as he tucked the little girl in underneath his cut, holding her to his chest. The lieutenant's eyes followed Juice's back as he walked around the room, murmuring softly to the baby.

"Hi Eli," Angela replied politely. "How can I help you?"

Roosevelt pulled his eyes away from Juice and the baby. "We recently started an investigation on Mr. Nero Padilla. We need you to confirm his whereabouts since he claims he was here last night."

"He was," she answered around a yawn. She pointed to the pink teddy bear on the nearby counter. "Came with Gemma. Brought my girl that teddy bear over there. Cute, huh?"

He nodded in response, a small smile gracing his face. "Do you know the approximate time he was here?"

Angela rubbed tiredly at her eyes and shook her head. "Not really, Lieutenant. Towards the end of visiting hours, I guess. Time kind of blurs all together when you're waking up every few hours for a newborn."

Roosevelt chuckled. "I apologize for waking you up then, Ms. Ruiz."

"It's okay. Anything to help Nero. He's a really nice guy," she replied, yawning again. "You need another reliable witness, you can ask my daughter. I will warn you, she doesn't talk much, but she's got quite the set of lungs."

"Thank you for your cooperation, Angie," he said on a genuine smile. "Have a nice day."

Angela nodded back to him. "You too, Eli," she called to his back as he headed out.

Once he was gone, Juice stretched out on the couch, Evie lying on his chest, still tucked underneath his cut. She was quiet now, her eyes closed in sleep. It seemed like the little girl just wanted some attention. "Why you gotta be so nice to him?" he asked on a scowl.

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "Doesn't hurt to be nice. Only helps Nero. How's Monk doin' after her first police questioning?"

He smiled warmly as he looked down at his daughter. "First and last," he said on a chuckle. "Sleepin'. You should sleep too."

"Mmm," she hummed tiredly as she turned on her side so she was facing them. The movement tugged at her sore muscles, making her wince. She hoped Juice hadn't seen it, but he had. His brow furrowed in concern, but she waved off his worry. "Club call you yet?"

"Not yet," he said around a yawn. "Hopin' they might cut me some slack today. Let me stay with my girls. Get you two home safe."

Angela smiled at that, her eyes felt heavy again. She couldn't believe how exhausted she was. "That why she's under your cut?" she murmured sleepily. "Safe keeping?"

Juice smirked, rubbing a hand over Evie's back. "Nah. Monk hates the thing. Last time I was holdin' her with her over it, she screamed bloody murder. I took it off and she was fine."

"She likes your heartbeat," she explained her eyes drooping closed. "I don't blame her. It's a good one. Best sound in the world."

He smiled softly at her, realizing that all the nights she'd fallen asleep with her head on his chest, that's what she'd been doing, listening to his heartbeat. He'd never thought of that before. "I love you, Angela Ruiz soon to be Ortiz," he said, wondering if she was sleeping or not.

A small smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "Shut up, goof. I'm trying to sleep."

"Mama's grumpy, Monk, but I know she loves me," he murmured to his sleeping child. "Just like you do. Huh, baby girl? You love me, right?"

Evie made a little sound as she moved her head against his chest. Her dark eyes opened, blinking up at him. His heart ached with love for his tiny girl. "I'm gonna take that as a yes," he said, stroking a finger over her cheek. "And I love you. I'll always love you. Remember that, okay? Your daddy loves you. More than any other asshole that'll try to steal your heart."

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Angela's dark eyes found Juice's in the rearview mirror of the Mazda. They were finally on their way home from the hospital. Juice had fussed over the position of the carseat for what felt like hours before he deemed it was safe for his baby girl. Now, he was driving like a turtle, his eyes darting to the mirror every few seconds as if to check that they were still there. "Juice, baby, you keep looking back here, and you're gonna crash," she teased from the backseat. Evie was buckled tightly into her carseat beside her, her brown eyes wide as she took in the change of scenery, sucking on her Harley Davidson pacifier. "She's fine. Aren't you, baby girl?"

"I know, I know," Juice said, turning his gaze back to the street for a bit. He stopped at the light, his dark eyes flicking back to the rearview mirror.

"Juice!" she exclaimed with a laugh. She loved Juice, but his protectiveness of their daughter was driving her nuts. She was already feeling bad for the whatever man Evie ended up bringing home. "Watch the road, goofy!"

He looked back at the road, trying his best to focus on the short drive. Relief filled him when he finally pulled into their driveway. As soon as the car was stopped, he practically jumped out, opening Angela's door and offering her his hands to help her out. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Mama first, then baby," he explained, pulling her to her feet. He looked over his shoulder, surprised to see neon pink and purple balloons decorating their front door step. "Oh shit."

Angela glanced in his direction and smirked. She'd expected this. Gemma had asked for exact arrival time and her mother's phone number. "Grandmama Gemma got busy," she commented on a laugh. Looking down the driveway, she spotted a familiar red Honda. Of course, her Ma and aunt were in on this too. "Correction. All the Grandmas were busy."

Juice followed her gaze to where her mom's car was parked, grimacing slightly. After staying up half the night, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than some quiet time with his family. He didn't have the energy to deal with the presence of his extended family. He'd successfully avoided them that whole morning, and he was more relaxed because of it. He'd wanted this on the day Evie was born. The celebration just like Abels'...now, he wished they would just leave him alone. Seeing the bikes parked in his driveway was a cruel reminder his standing in the club was shaky at best. The bruises on his face from Chibs' beating had yet to fade, and he was not looking forward to being face to face with his brothers. "Yeah. We should go."

She laughed, walking around to the passenger's side of the door. Evie looked up at her with her big brown eyes, the pacifier in her mouth moving up and down. "Hey baby girl. You're about to get very overwhelmed with way too much love," she cooed, picking her up out of the carrier. "But no one will love you more than Mama and Daddy."

"Exactly," Juice agreed, grunting as he pulled her overnight bag from the trunk. He caught Angela's lips in a quick kiss before pressing one to his daughter's forehead. "You girls ready for this?"

She smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to lead the way. As soon as they stepped in, everyone in their small living room shouted, "Surprise!"

Their small house was filled with their loved ones, most of his brothers included. The amount of people there, the decorations made Angela a little nervous. It was the very same kind of party Abel had gotten on his own homecoming only with a different color scheme. The thought of that night gave her a bad feeling. It was the night Donna was gunned down. The night, it seemed, that everything changed for the club. Glancing over at Ellie, Angela could see the young girl was thinking the exact same thing. Juice had already taken Evie from her arms to show her off, so Angela headed over to Ellie. "Hey El," she greeted, pulling her into a tight hug. "You okay?"

Ellie nodded, giving her a sad smile. "Congrats on the baby, Angie," she said trying her best to sound cheery. "If you ever need a babysitter..."

"Be careful what you offer. I might just take you up on it," Angela teased, draping her arm over Ellie's shoulders. She pressed a kiss to her head. "Relax, kiddo. Nothing is going to happen tonight. Promise."

"Yeah," she replied softly, her eyes on her feet. "I just...its all too familiar, y'know? Makes me miss her...miss my dad too."

"I know," she said, for lack of a better thing to say. "You can always come and hang around the cemetery, you know? In fact, have you met Boner? He's a real sweetheart."

A blush rose to Ellie's cheeks as she cast a nervous glance towards where Bones and Kenny were geeking out in the corner. Even Angela had to admit, Bones was looking more dapper than usual in his black button up shirt and pink bow tie. "He came over to play games with Ken once while Lyla was out," Ellie explained, ducking her head. "He's nice."

"Go talk to him," Angela said, bumping her hip against Ellie. "He's a total dweeb, but he's got some mad Harry Potter knowledge. Tell him you're a Hufflepuff. He'll flip. He is too."

Ellie's blush deepened at that. She's been over at Angela's house once and the two had taken several tests to find out what houses they were in. Much to her dismay, she'd gotten Hufflepuff every time. Angela had been the one to dust off her old Harry Potter books and point out how awesome Hufflepuffs really were. "No, he's not. He's too..."

"He's a Hufflepuff, El. Caring, sweet, loyal. Trust me," Angela said with a smirk. "Go talk to him."

Juice caught the end of the conversation as he approached. Ellie nodded her greeting before walking away. "You're not trying to set those two up, are you?" he asked, shock evident in his voice. "She's not even legal yet."

"The last time I talked to her, she said she wanted to get her cherry popped by Rat Boy," she replied, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "I love Rat, but I don't want him anywhere near Ellie. Bones is...safer. If she has a crush on him, I'm all for that. He's safe, smart, and it keeps her mind off of missing her mom and dad."

"Rat? Really? Of all the club members..." he said, shaking his head.

"He's the youngest, and he didn't know Ope that well. And probably dumb enough to actually do it. Bones wouldn't know what to do with her," she explained, rolling her eyes. Juice obviously missed the point. "Where's my baby girl?"

Juice nodded over to where Tig was sitting with her on the couch. "He's held her more than anyone," he said, disapproval in his voice. "Don't know whether to tell him to back off or not. Feel like he's going to taint our daughter or somethin'."

Angela scowled at him. "He just lost his daughter, Juice. That's what it's about. He's probably remembering when Dawn was that little. Plus, Evie's cute as hell. Who wouldn't want to hold her?"

"Takes after her Mama," he said, kissing her cheek. His hand slid from around her waist down to her ass. He gave it a good pinch, biting his lip as he looked her over. "You know how beautiful you are?" he asked, his lips at her ear.

"About as beautiful as a walrus, I'm sure," she said, feeling self-conscious as she tugged down her top over the small pooch of a stomach Evie had left behind.

Juice frowned at that, his eyes following her gaze to where several Croweaters in midriff bearing shirts were flirting with Chibs. He'd never seen Angela self-conscious about her appearance before. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nursery. He moved her in front of full length mirror they'd put in there and stood behind her. "You are beautiful," he said, honestly. She rolled her eyes at him, opening her mouth to say something, but he cut her off. "Shut up. You are, Angel."

"Not right now," she said softly.

"No, especially right now. See this?" he said, his hand on her stomach. She tried to move it away, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks. "I love it. Know why?"

She shook her head. "Because you're a weirdo."

He chuckled and shook his head. "Nah. Because my daughter was in there. Because it shows how fucking strong you are. You went through all this shit and all you're complaining about is this...this fucking cute little pooch," he said, squeezing it.

"Stop it," she said, swatting his hand away. "It's not cute."

"It is," he insisted, moving to stand in front of her. He got down on his knees and placed a kiss on her belly. "I love it. I love every part of you."

Angela laughed lightly, rubbing a hand over the strip of hair on his head. He pushed her shirt up more, kissing his way up her torso before pulling it back down and kissing the skin left bare by the deep v of her shirt's neckline. "You're a goof," she said on another laugh. As if to emphasize the nickname, he blew a raspberry into her neck which made her laugh even louder. "Juice!"

"Well look at that, little Evie," a voice drawled from the doorway. Juice lifted his head from the crook of Angela's neck and grinned at Gemma. The queen smirked back at him. "You're lucky little one. Your parents are so in love they can't keep their goddamn hands off each other. You're going to have loads of brothers and sisters."

Angela untangled herself from Juice, pushing him away playfully. "What's up, Gemma?"

"Evie here is hungry. Was cryin' two seconds ago," Gemma stated, though she seemed reluctant to hand the fussing baby over. She watched as Angela held Evie close and carried her over to the rocking chair. "I'll give you some space. You, come with me."

Juice raised his eyebrows and pointed at his chest. "But..."

"C'mon. One of you has to be out there. It's your house," Gemma said pushing him out in front of her. She looked over her shoulder at Angela. "And you, you don't hole yourself up in here. It is your party."

Angela waved her away, rocking Evie against her chest. She looked down at her daughter for a brief moment, just now noticing the gigantic bow that was on her head. Blue and black with the reaper insignia on a button in the middle. There was a little gold bracelet on her wrist too, with her name etched on it and little fireflies on either end of the letters. "Blinged out, aren't you, Monk? Looks like someone's going to be super spoiled."

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It had been almost an hour since Juice had left Angela and Evie back in the nursery, and neither of them had reappeared. Not that Evie could on her own but...he was sure Gemma would go back to get them eventually. He headed over to where Elena was sitting by herself and sat down on the couch next to her. "How's it going, Mrs. Lowman?"

"Elena, mijo," she said, patting his hand. "You can call me Elena. And its going fine. I'm enjoying meeting my son and daughter's other family."

"Crazy bunch, huh?"

Elena nodded, smiling slightly. "It's good to see them well protected and happy. Even if she is nowhere to be found."

"She's hiding. Doesn't like the attention," he explained on a shrug.

She laughed and nodded. "She's always been like that. Never wanted a birthday party. I'd ask and ask pero mi Angelita, all she wanted was a whole day with her primo and new markers. That's it. When it wasn't markers it was paint or makeup or something small like that. That's why she works with those muertos. Why she liked being a make up lady. Always behind the scenes, mi Angelita. Just like my Happy."

Juice smiled at that, chuckling at the accurate description of his Old Lady. "I don't know whether to go find her or help entertain the masses."

Elena patted his hand again. "Go. I'll take care of all this. Get them to clean and leave."

Juice leaned over a kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Elena."

Elena smiled widely at him, her hands reaching up to cup his face. "I love you, mijo. You take care of them, okay?"

He nodded, fighting the urge to smirk at how similar those words were to the ones Happy told him every day. "Always."

She patted his cheek once more before pushing him towards the hallway. He stood and headed down to Evie's room, checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was following. Once he opened the door, he felt his heart melt in his chest. Angela was lying on the floor on her side with Evie in front of her, both of them on top of the black and pink Harley Davidson blanket one of her uncles had given her. Rigor was lying on Evie's other side, his nose really close to her face. Evie's little hand was stretched out to him, her fingers skimming over his nose in that awkward baby way. "That doesn't make you nervous?" he asked, slowly getting to the ground and stretching out beside Angela.

"Rigs?" she asked, eyebrows raised. At his nod, she shrugged. "Read a few articles online on how to get dogs accustomed to babies. Started training him awhile back. Looks like it worked. Thank you, Google."

Juice was surprised. He'd never thought about how his new daughter would affect his dog. Leave it to Angela to remember the little details like that. "Knew he'd be a good dog," he said, reaching out to brush a hand over Rigs' head. He propped his head up on his elbow, looking down at his small family. Evie's tiny fingers were curled around one of Angela's as she looked at her mother with those big brown eyes. A small smile was on Angela's face as she looked at their daughter. Juice kissed her cheek, letting his lips linger against her soft skin for a moment. "You happy, baby?"

Angela tore her gaze away from her baby to look at her Old Man. "Yeah," she said, reaching a hand up to touch his face. "Are you?"

He pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss. "Yeah," he answered. He honestly had never been happier, and that troubled him to no end. Every time he was happy, something bad happened. He'd been ecstatic when he finally got out of county and got to be with Angela, then Roosevelt blackmailed him and everything went to shit. He'd been happy to hear he was going to have a baby, but even that was ruined by more club shit. He couldn't recall a single time he'd been happy that wasn't ruined just a few days later by something else. The sun was shining now, but he had a feeling there were dark clouds looming in the distance...and that scared the shit out of him.

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Most of the people had cleared out of the small house save for Happy, his mom, his aunt, and Chloe. The three women were busy cleaning up the house while Happy sat on the couch and enjoyed a beer. He looked around the empty place and raised an eyebrow. He just noticed the two people missing from it. "Where's the kid?" he asked as Chloe leaned over to pick up a red cup from the coffee table in front of him. It gave him an excellent view of her chest, which he stared at unabashedly.

"Dunno, but I'm pretty sure she's not down my shirt," Chloe answered on a smirk.

He actually smiled at that line. "You sure?" he asked, moving his foot to nudge one of her breasts with the toe of his boot.

She swatted him away with a scowl, though he could see her trying not to smile. "Think they went to put Eves to bed," she told him. Happy nodded, getting off the couch with a grunt. He headed down the hallway, surprised when he felt a tug at his shirt. He whirled around to see Chloe there. "Your Mom and Aunt are about to leave. You go and bug Ang, so will they."

"They ain't gonna leave without sayin' bye."

Chloe smirked, a mischievous look in her eyes. "Wanna bet?"

Happy watched as she walked towards the kitchen. He strained his ears to hear what they were saying but, once again, found they were speaking Spanish. Of course they were. Chloe knew he couldn't understand it, not at the speed they were talking at least. It took all of five minutes before his mother walked over, a wide smile on her face. "The baby needs rest so we're going home, mijo," she said, waiting for him to press a kiss on her cheek before she kissed his. "You be good. Be nice to Chloe. I like her."

He nodded, watching his mother walk away before turning to his aunt. Graciela was staring at the opening of the hallway. He was pretty sure she wanted to go down there to say goodbye. "You really leavin'?" he asked her.

Graciela clucked her tongue, scowling at her nephew. "Si, of course. She needs her rest, pero I'll be back soon. I have so many presents! Dolls and bows and dresses! All the stuff my daughter would not wear, my granddaughter will!"

Happy smirked. "Good luck."

"Eva will like it," she said confidently.

"Sure, Tia," Happy said, subtly pushing her towards the door. Graciela took one last longing look over her shoulder before exiting. He turned to say something to Chloe but found she'd disappeared. Raising an eyebrow, he wandered down the hallway and found her leaning against the door to Evie's room, phone in her hand. "What?"

"Look," she whispered, nodding into the room. He looked inside to find Juice sprawled out on the floor, snoring loudly. Evie was laying on one side of his chest and Angela's head was on the other, her hand on top of Evie's back. Rigor had his head on Juice's stomach. Juice had one arm around Angela's back and a hand tangled into Rigor's fur. "Cute, huh?"

Happy shrugged a shoulder. The word 'cute' didn't exist in his vocabulary. "Idiot proposed."

Chloe nodded slowly. "I know," she whispered, smiling a bit. She glanced at Happy's face, surprised by the dark look in his eyes. "You didn't?"

He shook his head. "Told him no."

She took a step away from the room, closing the door behind her so as not to wake them. "Why?" she asked

He shrugged again, turning and heading back to the living room. He took a seat on the couch and looked at her expectantly. She sat down next to him, pulling her legs up to her chest. He slid his arm around her leg, the trips of his fingers trailing up and down the inside of her leg. "He's an idiot."

"But you knew that from day one, and you did nothing to stop it," she pointed out.

"Didn't think it'd get this far. Thought she'd get sick of him."

Chloe's hazel eyes seemed to look right through him. "I think that's bullshit," she stated honestly. He gave her one of his dark glares, but she shrugged it off. He was still touching her, so she knew he wasn't really pissed. When he was pissed he tended to put space between them. She figured it was because he was used to dealing with his anger physically and didn't want to hurt her. "She's not sick of you, is she?"

"No. That's got nothin' to do with him."

"You're the same," she stated, meeting his gaze. "You really are. He's a little...lighter and sweeter, but he's just as loyal as you are, just as ready to get his hands dirty to protect what's his. That's why Angela loves him so much. He's you!"

Happy smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. He would never admit he was anything like Juice. The only thing they had in common was their love for Angela and for their club. "Her dad was like him. Always makin' jokes and shit. Never really serious."

Chloe laughed, it all made sense now. "Juice is a mix of two men she loves more than anything which is why she loves him so much. And he loves her too! God, you can practically feel it when they're in a room together," she said emphatically. "He's an idiot, yes, but she...she's not easy either."

He glared at her again and pulled his hand away from her leg. "Watch it."

"She's not, Hap," she replied on a laugh. "And you know it. She's stubborn, thinks she's always right, always wants to win, and thinks she's invincible which puts her in danger way more often than she needs to be. Sound familiar?"

Happy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before setting it back on her knee. She was right, of course. He'd been complaining for years about what a pain in the ass she was. "Guess so," he rasped before looking at her. "You think it'll last?"

"You don't?"

He considered that question for a moment before shrugging. He had no idea if it would last or even how long it would play out. Juice was a rat. He'd known that the second he'd pulled that bullshit with the missing key of coke. Giving the prospects a chance to put the thing back without any judgement. That pussy move had showed his true colors. The only reason Happy didn't take it to Jax was because of Angela. It still left a bad taste in his mouth, keeping shit from the club like that. Did he think his relationship with Angela was going to last? Yeah, if Juice got to live long enough to see it through. But that was a big 'if'. Sooner or later, it would all catch up with the idiot. Happy just hoped his cousin and her kid wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. He looked over at Chloe and sighed, rubbing a hand over his head again. "We'll see."