Juice didn't wake up for his cell phone or for his alarm, but his little girl screaming her lungs out paired with Rigs' barking had him awake in seconds. The damn dog was better than any baby monitor. He slept right in front of Evie's crib and every time she cried, he sprinted into their room and barked or whined until one of them got up. He glanced at Angela who had just begun to stir against his chest. Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he whispered, "I got this one."

"You can't feed her," she murmured, her words muffled by the bedspread as he slipped out from under her. "No boobs."

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. Evie was not a good sleeper. She'd only been home for a week, and didn't sleep for more than three hours straight. Juice had stopped waking up with her very time after Angela had told him ever so lovingly to 'go the fuck to sleep'. He'd listened, had been too tired not to. But she'd just fed the kid, and Evie was already crying again. He figured his baby girl either wanted attention or a new diaper. Both of those things, he could deal with. "I'll figure something out."

"Love you," she sighed, her dark eyes closing again.

Juice brushed a stray hair off her cheek, leaning over to kiss her. Angela fell asleep almost instantly. Her sleeping face was beautiful and for a moment, he couldn't look away. He'd never imagined he'd love anything as much as he loved her until Evie came along, and he fell just as hard for his baby girl. Another of Evie's cries filled the air and Rigor whined in unison. "I know, boy. I got her. You stay with Mama," he told the dog. He thought better of it and added, "On the floor. Not the bed. Got me?"

Evie wailed again, and he jogged out of the room toward the nursery. There was his little daughter screaming her tiny lungs out, her little hands balled into fists while her legs kicked out. "Hey, hey there little monkey," he cooed, scooping her up into his arms. "Ssh. C'mon Monk just calm down. You're all right, sweetheart."

Her cries softened as she nuzzled her little face against the bare skin of his chest. His heart ached with love for the little girl. He brushed a hand over her soft, brown hair as he turned to kiss her temple. "You just wanted some love, huh, Evie girl? You didn't want Mama's boobies. Just some daddy love. Save Mama's boobs for daddy."

"You good now, Monk?" he asked, moving to set her down only to see her face start to contort. "Oh shit. I mean...sorry, Evie baby. Not ready to go back to bed yet, huh?"

He picked her up again and carried her back to their room. He wasn't surprised to see Rigor stretched out beside Angela, his head at her hip. Rigs had learned it was the best place to be to avoid getting kicked out of bed. Juice rolled his eyes at the dog. "You can stay too, ya mook," he told him as he carefully laid down on the bed, Evie still asleep against his chest. He'd read all about co-sleeping and figured they'd be okay. There was no way he'd be able to sleep anyway; he couldn't stop staring at his daughter.

Angela stirred with the movement of the bed and turned on her side to cuddle in closer to him. "She stayin' here tonight?" she asked.

"She cried every time I put her down," he lied. She'd cried once, and he hadn't wanted to risk having his baby cry again. It hurt his heart to see her suffering. "Just for tonight. She'll be fine. She wants some daddy love."

"You're not gonna be saying that when she's older and sneaking in here," she teased, reaching down to pet Rigor. Juice nodded pointedly at the dog which only made her smile widen. "Rigs is easy to kick out. You try telling Monk 'no' when she comes in here asking for some daddy love."

Juice scowled at her, looking down at his baby. "I'll carefully explain that its Mama and Daddy love time."

"Good luck with that, sucka," she said leaning over to kiss him. She yawned, angling herself around Rigor to rest her head on Juice's shoulder. "No way will you say 'no' to her. She's gonna have you wrapped around her little finger."

He chuckled, dropping a kiss to her forehead. To be honest, he loved sleeping like this, with Evie on his chest and Angela tucked into his side, both of his girls close. "She already does."

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Juice woke up with a jerk when he realized Evie was no longer on his chest. For one terrifying moment, he thought she'd fallen off of him and landed on the floor or worse...maybe he'd rolled over her. He sat up with a jolt looking around, his chest rising and falling quickly in panic. He heard Angela laugh and looked over to find her standing at the door with Evie in her arms, burping her. "Lose something?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

He ran a hand over his head, trying to calm down. "Jesus Christ, Angel. You scared this shit outta me."

"Sorry," she replied, trying to hide a laugh. "Monk was hungry. I didn't want to wake you. Came back when I heard your phone."

Juice groaned as he reached out for the burner on his nightstand. The club had let him be for a few days, but he knew it was about time for him to go back. The taste of normalcy had been sweet. Too sweet. Sweet enough for him to consider leaving the club all together. But he knew he couldn't do that now. He was in too deep, owed Jax too much. Now, the only way out was either running or death. He wasn't about to subject his kid to the first, and the latter wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He wouldn't let it.

He got out of bed, the phone still ringing in his hand. He answered it on a sigh. "Yeah?" he asked. Chibs' voice replied and that familiar weight settled back on his shoulders. With a frown, he decided he needed to smoke to be able to deal with this shit. To be able to get through the day. He listened to the voice blaring on the otherside of his phone as he pressed a quick kiss to Evie's head then Angela's and headed outside.

Angela watched his shoulders sag as walked away, Rigor running around at his heels. She looked down at Evie, gently patting her back as she burped her. "Daddy's gonna have a tough day today, Evie-doll," she murmured, nuzzling her nose against her daughter's soft hair. She walked over to her room. "We gotta be here to cheer him up, okay?"

Evie burped in response which made Angela laugh. "Cute, Eves," she said, laying her down on her tummy on the blanket on the floor. She lay down next to her, putting her face as close as she could to her daughter's. Angela had read babies around Evie's age loved to mimic their loved ones' faces, so she stuck her tongue out at her baby girl. It took a few moments, but Evie's little tongue protruded from her mouth. She laughed, gently touching Evie's nose with the tip of her finger. "Goddamn, you're cute, kiddo. Don't grow bigger, okay? Stay a baby and cute forever for me. Please?"

Juice chuckled from the door way. "Or we can just have another one."

Angela looked at him with a smirk. "We just had this one, and you already want another one? You're crazy," she said on a laugh. He got down on the ground, lying on top of Angela, his head on her chest. He was heavy, but she didn't complain, his weight was a welcome one. Her hand rubbed over his bareback as she kissed the top of his head. "What's your plan for today?"

"Some assholes broke into TM 'n' carved a swastika on Unser's chest. I gotta go help...deal with that," he said on a heavy sigh that she felt through her body. Her finger traced the tattoos on his scalp, something that was relaxing for both of them. "Its gonna be a long ass day."

The fact that hearing someone got a racist symbol carved into their chest hadn't surprised her, worried her a little. Had they really been through so much shit that this was no big deal? "Is he okay?"

"He's fine, I think. I dunno, I have to go over there," he said disjointedly. He closed his eyes, his ear over her heart, listening to its beat. He understood now why both of his girls liked to sleep on his chest; the sound of her strong and steady heartbeat was the most soothing sound he'd ever heard. That paired with the way she was now tracing her fingers over his tattoos, down his neck, and across his shoulders over and over was slowly lulling him back to sleep. He could feel her stomach rising and falling with his and wondered briefly if his weight was too heavy for her. "Am I crushing you?"

"Mmm," she hummed, and he could feel the vibration of it through chest. "A little, but its nice."

Juice lifted himself off of her, smirking as her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. He put his lips to hers in a long, lazy kiss. "I'm gonna shower and head out. You got work today?"

"No. Skeet gave me maternity leave or whatever, but I might take Evie and Rigs over there anyway. Just for fun."

He nodded, angling himself over to kiss Evie's nose. "Be good for Mama, Monk," he said, grinning like a fool when his baby girl smiled at him. "I love her smile."

"Its yours," Angela said softly, her hands reaching up to gently touch the butterfly bandages on his cheek. "Be safe. Come home to us."

"Always do," he said, kissing her once more. "Love you, angels."

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Angela spent most of the morning at the funeral home doing paperwork at the desk while Evie rested in the bassinet Skeeter had bought her for that express purpose. Skeeter actually bought a lot of "baby shit" to make it easy for Angela to bring Evie to work. Not that Evie stayed in the bassinet much. Between Bones and Skeeter, the little girl was constantly being showered with love. After she fed and changed Evie, she set up the jogging stroller and headed out to the cemetery. There was someone she wanted her to meet.

She pushed the jogging stroller in front of her as she jogged behind it. Chloe had told her not to do too much strenuous activity, but it felt good to jog for once instead of waddle. Rigor was running like a crazy dog through the headstones making her laugh. He knew the path she was taking and stopped right in front of one of the headstones. Slowing, she pulled a treat out of her bag and tossed it to him. "Good boy, Rigs," she said, rubbing her hand over his head.

She leaned over and pulled Evie out of the stroller holding her against her chest as she carefully sat down in front of the headstone. "Hey Kozi," she greeted the stone with a small smile. "Remember when I skipped a period, and you said something about meeting my future story. This is her. My Evangeline."

She sniffled slightly, pressing a kiss to Evie's forehead. "Juice picked the name. Said he liked that it had your middle name in it, so I guess we named her after you after all. Wish you could be here to meet her, Koz. I'm sure she'd love you just as much as I do...did."

"She doesn't do much now," Angela continued, looking down at Evie who was sleeping, "but Skeet is dead set on having her grow up around the funeral home, so I'm sure she'll be visiting you all the time when she's old enough. And I'll tell her all the cool shit you've done and the hilarious things you've said and show her pictures of you so she knows you because she should know you. You're a big part of who I am, and I want her to know she's got a lemonheaded guardian angel up there watching her alongside her grandpa and Great Uncle Chico."

She laughed at that, wiping at her eyes. A loud, obnoxious noise filled the air, startling Evie and making her start to cry. Angela's heart stopped in her chest as she recognized the burner's ringtone. That sound never meant anything good. She scrambled to get it, rocking Evie against her as she dug into her bag for her phone. Her hands shook as she pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey there, Angie-girl," Chibs' voice replied. "Hap 'n' Juice are fine. Got a favor to ask ye though."

She let out a sigh of relief, raking a hand through her hair. Chibs probably new exactly what she'd been fearing when she picked up the phone, and she was thankful he told her what he wanted to hear before asking for his favor. "Yeah, sure," she said, putting Evie back into her stroller. Rigs trotted his way over to it, sticking his nose close to her face and nuzzling it against her cheek. Evie quieted slowly, her little hand reaching for his nose. The sweet moment briefly distracted Angela. Chib's sighed on the other end of the phone, and she was reminded of why Evie had started crying in the first place. "What's going on?"

"Need to use yer oven tonight," he answered on a heavy sigh. "Phil and V-Lin."

Angela's breath caught in her throat, tears stinging her eyes. "Shit," she said, her voice choked. "Yeah, of course. Just um...bring them over after hours like usual, I guess. Do they...do they need to be prepped?"

"No, love. Just the oven," he said, his voice soft and sad. "Gotta run. Give Evie-girl my love, all righ'?"

"Yeah," she said on a breath, trying to keep herself together. "See you later, Chibbies."

"Take care of yourself, swee'heart," he replied before his line went dead.

Angela felt like throwing the little burner across the cemetery. She didn't though; instead she pressed it close to her heart and thanked God it wasn't Juice or Happy they needed the oven for. She ran a hand over Rigor's head lovingly before peeking under the stroller's brim to see Evie sleeping soundly. "Good boy, Rigs. You're such a good big brother," she cooed, scratching behind his ears. She sat down in front of Kozik's stone again and took a deep breath. "Looks like a few more brothers are joinin' ya, Koz. Take care of 'em for me. I liked those two knuckleheads."

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Juice and Happy walked into the funeral home a little earlier than their other brothers since they were in charge of transporting Phil and V-Lin to the funeral home. The image of his brothers lying hacked into pieces was still fresh in Juice's mind. He couldn't get over it, couldn't understand what degree of craziness you had to be to do that to another human being. He hoped the two had been dead before those Irish bastards hacked them to pieces. "Stop," Happy's voice interrupted his thoughts. "She sees you scared, and it'll scare the shit outta her. It happened. It's over. Move on. The Irish will get theirs."

Juice shook his head. "This shit's dangerous. How long 'til it bleeds over to our families?" he asked around the lump in his throat.

"It won't," he said confidently.

He wasn't so sure. With a heavy sigh, he opened the front door and walked in, grimacing at the happy chime that joined the opening of the door. Bones walked out dressed in a black dress shirt and slacks paired with a pair of bright red Converse. He was holding Evie against his chest, Rigor trotting around his thighs. The dog followed Evie wherever she went; her own personal bodyguard. "Oh hey," he greeted them, his eyes darting nervously over to Hap. It was clear the young apprentice was still uneasy around the Tacoma killer. "Ang just came back from a run. Said she was gonna shower, so I told her I'd watch Eves. She should be out soon."

Juice took his daughter from him as soon as he saw her. It wasn't that he didn't trust Bones; it was that he hadn't seen his little girl in hours and after the hellish day he had, he needed to be near her. "A run?" Juice repeated incredulously as he rocked Evie in his arms. "Chlo told her not to like fifty times."

Happy smirked. He couldn't count the times Angela had ignored Chloe's requests. To her, they were more like suggestions. "You're surprised?"

He sighed lengthily. "No, not really. Wish she'd listen to her though."

"Kid doesn't listen to anyone," he said on a shrug. It was true, in a way. Angela would listen, but ultimately, she did whatever the hell she wanted.

Juice nodded in agreement. He knew that well; it was one of the few things he'd change about her. "She go alone?"

"Nah, she took Evie with that fancy running stroller Skeet bought her and Rigs," Bones explained, grimacing when the phone rang. He headed towards the office. "I gotta get that. She should be out soon."

"Give me the brat and go," Hap replied, nodding to the door that hid the stairs to the apartment.

Pressing a kiss to Evie's head, he carefully handed her over to Hap. "You got her?" he asked, hesitating a bit.

Happy gave him a dark glare, holding the tiny girl against his chest. He turned away from him and headed to the office. "Your dad's an idiot, brat," he muttered to the baby.

Juice stared after him for a moment before shaking his head and heading up the stairs to the apartment. The place had changed a lot since it was Angela's. Bones had hung up all sorts of different movie posters and comic book memorabilia. His video game counsels were all strewn messily in front of the TV, most of the controllers and games on the floor. Juice's OCD made him itch with the need to go and fix it all, but he restrained himself and headed towards the bedroom. It wasn't much better. The bed was unmade and clothes were strewn everywhere. Angela's workout clothes made a trail to the bathroom. He stooped down to pick them up, carrying them with him to the bathroom.

"Hey you!" she called out from behind the shower curtain.

He smirked, pushing back the shower curtain to look at her. "Hey baby," he said, taking in her naked body, a hungry look in his eyes. Her curves had become more accentuated with the weight she'd put on. She'd never looked sexier to him.

When his gaze finally met hers, she quirked on eyebrow, a sexy smirk on her face. "You gonna join me?"

He wanted to, but he couldn't. There was no way he could control himself if he got in there with her. It would kill him to be able to look but not touch. She might not listen to Chloe's advice, but he sure as hell did. The nurse said they had to wait to have sex because it could hurt Angela, so he was counting down the days. He had an alarm on his phone down to the goddamn second. "Nah," he said on a quick shake of his head. "Five more weeks."

She laughed lightly, tipping her head back under the shower's spray once more. "Want to get me a towel then?"

It took him a minute to answer as he watched the water drip down her chest. "Huh? Yeah, 'course," he said, tearing his eyes away from her and grabbing the towel off the counter. Unfolding it, he held it open for her as she stepped out of the shower. She walked towards him, looping her arms around his neck while he wrapped the towel around her torso and pulled her in close. "You all right?"

"Mmm," she hummed, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply. His scent was comforting and made her feel a lot stronger than she had when she'd first heard about Phil and V-Lin. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm good now," he answered, his fingers tracing lazily over her spine. "You know what happened to them?"

Angela sighed and shook her head. "Is it bad?"

"The Irish hacked 'em into pieces," Juice replied, his voice cracking as he thought of the image they'd been met with when they opened those barn doors.

She tilted her head back to look at him, eyes wide with fear. "Are you serious?"

He nodded slowly. "Jax told us to just bury and burn 'em out by Oswald's but...that didn't feel right. I mean, we can still do it if you don't want us to..."

"No," she cut him off sternly. Her eyes were glassy with tears as if the mere mention of disrespecting his brothers with such an impersonal burial upset her. Phil had specifically asked her to take care of him, and she was going to do her damn best to make sure he got the proper send off he deserved. "Absolutely not. I got this. They were good men; they deserve to be treated right."

Juice's heart swelled with love for the woman in his arms. The way she cared about the people she loved was one of the things he loved most about her. "Thank you."

"Don't," she said, shaking her head. "Not necessary, Juice. You know that."

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear before kissing her softly. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her once more.

Angela smiled up at him. "I know," she said on a sigh.

He buried her face in the crook of her neck, loving the warm smell of lavender and jasmine that radiated off of her. The same smell as the day he met her. She'd gone through a few different body washes since he'd met her, but this was the smell he liked best. "You smell so good, baby," he said, kissing the soft skin where her shoulder met her neck softly.

"Thank you," she replied, running her hand over his head. "How was your day besides this...craziness?"

"Awful," he answered on a groan, his words muffled by her skin. He let her go, so she could get changed. She moved around him and headed for the bureau in Bones' room. She pulled open the drawer that was filled with her clothes and pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a nicer top. "You ever been...judged 'cause of the color of your skin?"

Angela nodded as she wiggled into her jeans. "Yeah. 'course. When it wasn't the color of my skin, it was the men in their cuts," she explained, grabbing her necklace off the bureau and clipping it easily around her neck.

Juice tugged lovingly on the crow skull while he sighed. "Mayan or Sons?"

"Both," she answered with a smirk. "Mostly Hap and Koz in Tacoma, though. People in Oakland don't judge too harshly. Not where I lived at least. Why?"

"Had a run in with white hate today. Went to their headquarters, and they had a bunch of... dummies covered in racist shit so they could use them as targets," he explained on a sigh. "I was on watch duty outside of it and those fuckers caught me. Shoved me in a van, spewing all kinds of hate. Spic, beaner, wetback, I mean, shit, I don't even speak Spanish, but...it still hurt."

"Jesus Christ, Juice," Angela breathed, that worried wrinkle forming between her brows. "Are you okay?"

The corner of his lips quirked into a smile. " 'm fine. Just some awful shit. Can't believe people like that exist. That Monk might have to deal with all of that 'cause she's...she's brown," he said on a sad laugh. He played aimlessly with her necklace. "I don't want her to ever experience that."

She nodded in agreement. "She won't. She's got her badass daddy to protect her," she said confidently.

A slow smile spread across Juice's face, spreading a fire in her belly. "Still can't believe she's my kid," he admitted softly. "That you're my Old Lady."

She laughed lightly as he dotted kisses across her cheek and down her neck. "You lucked out, mister," she teased, gasping as he nipped at the spot where her neck met her shoulder. His kisses traveled lower until he was nose deep in her cleavage. "Juice!" she exclaimed, her fingers scraping over his mowhawk. "Those aren't just for you anymore!"

"Monk can share," he said, his words muffled against her skin. He kissed the valley between her breasts before looking up at her with an innocent smile. "She needs to learn some time, right?"

She rolled her eyes at him before connecting their lips in a brief kiss. "Goof," she teased, her lips moving across his jaw and down his neck, kissing and nipping lightly.

Juice slid his hands around her hips to grab her ass as he enjoyed the feel of her lips against his skin. She was driving him crazy, and she knew it. "Baby," he said on a breath. "You gotta stop..."

Her hands slid toward his belt buckle, tugging it open. "You sure that's what you want?" she asked, her fingers teasing under the elastic of his boxer briefs.

He closed his eyes as her hand slid lower. "Jesus Christ," he breathed as her lips traveled down his neck, nipping at his clavicle as she slowly sunk to her knees, taking his pants down with her. And then Evie's screams filled the air along with the loud sound of the front door closing.

"Hey kid!" Hap's voice called out, his steps loud as he neared the bedroom.

"Shit," Juice cursed, pulling up his pants and extending a hand to help Angela to her feet. He was painfully hard and knew there was no way she was going to be able to finish what she'd started, not with both Hap and Evie just down the hall. He turned towards the dresser, gripping the sides of it as he tried to calm down. Angela rubbed a hand over his shoulder and he tensed even more. She needed to stop touching him or he'd never cool off. "Don't. Go get the kid."

Angela nodded, pecking his cheek quickly. "Love you, Juicy."

"Uh-huh," he muttered, heading towards the bathroom and shutting the door quickly.

She walked out to living room and fought the urge to laugh at the sight of Happy trying to quiet Evie while she screamed and kicked against him, her black Harley Davidson diaper bag slung over his shoulder. It seemed Harley Davidson made a lot of things for babies, and Evie owned most of the collection. "What'd you do?" she asked, a teasing smirk on her face.

"Nothin'," he said, handing Evie over. "The brat shit herself."

"So? She's a baby, and you know how to change a diaper," she accused, grabbing the diaper bag off his shoulder.

Happy shook his head. He'd changed a handful of diapers in his life, and they'd all been hers. "Did my time. Ain't handling your shit anymore."

She rolled her eyes at his comment as she handed him the diaper mat that was decked out in skulls. He stretched it out on the table for her. "Boner wasn't around to help?"

"Nah. Dealin' with a phone call," he explained on a shrug. "Where's the idiot?"

"Bathroom," she answered nonchalantly as she started to change Evie's diaper. "Heard what happened to Phil and V. That shit's awful."

Happy nodded slowly. "Irish sent a message. We'll take care a it."

Angela tensed at this, her brows creasing with worry. "Hap..."

"Don't worry 'bout it," he said, cutting off whatever she was going to say. "We got this shit handled."

She sighed, looking down at her daughter and giving the smiley baby a smile. "Your uncle is crazy, baby girl," she cooed, playing with Evie's little feet. "He better not get himself hacked to pieces."

"Nice way to talk to her," Happy admonished with a smirk.

"She doesn't understand what I'm saying yet," she explained, doing up the buttons on Evie's onesie. It was a black one with a pink rhinestone skull on the front; one of the few of "pink" items that she actually kept from her baby shower. Lyla had bought it for her along with a pink tutu that Angela refused to put on her. "She just likes my voice. Don't you, Evie doll?"

Evie kicked her legs out and smiled happily at her mother. Angela grinned at her little girl. She looked so cute wearing the headband with pink and black flowers on it. She understood now why her mother always fussed over her hair as a child. It sort of made her feel bad for being such a brat about it. "Can't believe she likes the bows," she mused, fixing the bow.

"You'd a knocked it off by now, brat," Happy said reaching out to tug on a lock of her hair. Angela stuck her tongue out at him. He held up two fingers and made a scissor motion to threaten cutting it off. He'd been doing it to her for years and had yet to make good on his threat. The sound of motorcycles filled the air, and Happy sighed, checking his watch. "Gonna see what's up. Tell the idiot to come down when he's ready."

Angela sighed lengthily and nodded, watching as he walked away. She picked Evie up in her arms and held her close, swaying side to side with her as she breathed in the comforting scent that seemed to accompany all babies. She could hear the clunk of Juice's boots as he walked towards them. His hand slid around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "That was mean," he practically growled in her ear.

"You can thank Monk for that one," she said, smiling devilishly at him. She raised Evie up so that her face was even with her dad's. "Huh, baby girl? You just want all the attention for yourself."

Juice nuzzled his nose against Evie's. "Look at that face. Picture of innocence, my little cockblocker. You're gonna give your daddy blue balls, aren't ya?"

"You guys do know you're talking to a baby, right?" Bones voice drawled from behind them.

Angela ignored him, handing Evie over to Juice who took her willingly. "What do you need, Boner?"

"The rest of the guys are here. They want to use the ovens which is...fine, but Skeet said you had to supervise because he doesn't want me 'all up in that shit'," he explained, air quoting the last part. "Whatever that means."

She knew what it meant. Skeeter was worried the Sons would ask him to prospect. It was something she often thought about when she saw him talking to Juice. Luckily, Juice didn't think of him that way; that idea had never occurred to him and she wasn't about to give it to him. "Okay. Will you watch the little one?" she asked, nodding towards Evie.

Bones nodded, shifting awkwardly as he watched Juice kiss and cuddle with the baby. It was weird to see a badass biker so sweet and loving. Juice gave her one last big kiss before handing her over to Bones. "Take care a her," he said, waiting until Bones nodded again to leave.

Angela frowned at his back. She could see the tension in his shoulders. She was sure his mind was working on overload; that he'd found a way to blame it on himself. She followed after him slowly, surprised when he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and held out his hand to her. She took it, allowing him to pull her in to his chest. He wrapped her up in a tight hug, easing his grip just a bit to gain access to her lips. After a quick kiss, he walked away from her, towards the crematorium.

She waited a few minutes after he disappeared around the corner, allowing him to have some time with his brothers. When she finally got there, they were all waiting outside the door to the crematorium. All five of them. She tried to think of who was missing but only came up with Bobby. But Juice had said Bobby was probably going to jump ship meaning those five men were all that was left of SAMCRO, the rest of them were behind bars or six feet under. That was a harrowing realization. Seeing them all standing there brought back memories of the first time she'd met them. There'd only been six of them then too, but that was because a few didn't go. They'd all been so young, joking around with each other and just happy. There was a darkness hovering over them now that made her uneasy. Something big was coming, she could feel it.