Chloe studied Happy from where she sat in the passenger's seat of her car. He was coiled up like a spring, every muscle in his body tensed. Something had happened when he'd gone to talk to Angela. Something that had royally pissed him off. "You okay there, dude?" she ventured, already knowing she wasn't going to get anything from him.

"Fine," he muttered, rolling his shoulders.

"You mad at her or him?"

Happy raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw as if contemplating how to answer her question. After a moment, he let out a long breath. "Her."

That was surprising to her. Happy didn't get mad at Angela often. Annoyed yes, but not mad. "If I ask why, you gonna tell me?"

"You askin' why?"

"Maybe."

He was quiet again which was usually a good sign, it meant he was thinking of a good way to tell her. A good way to explain without mentioning incriminating club information. She didn't mind; the less she knew about the club the better. He sighed, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he said, "She's keepin' shit from me."

Chloe furrowed her eyebrows in confusion; this wasn't anything new. They'd talked over and over again about the way she kept things from them, and he'd never gotten pissed about it. "And this is new because..."

" 's club shit. Shit she's got no right to keep from me."

"Let me guess, it's got something to do with Juice," she said on a sigh. At his surprised look, she shrugged. "I'm not a total idiot, Hap. She doesn't keep a lot from you. When she does, its all Juice-centric. She's protecting him."

Happy's jaw ticked again as he shook his head. "Whatever."

That was his way of ending the conversation, but Chloe wasn't ready to let it go. "She's not choosing him over you, y'know."

"Drop it, Braun," he muttered, a warning in his voice.

He rarely used her last name when he was addressing her which was a clear sign he was now pissed at her. "She loves you, Hap. That's an impossible choice. Don't make her do it by pushing her on this. She'll push you away to make it easier for herself," she told him. Happy didn't reply to that. He simply pulled the car into the driveway, got out, and headed towards his bike. Chloe got out of the car, leaning against the closed door, arms crossed over her chest. "You still with me, Lowman?"

Happy's dark eyes looked her over for a moment, considering. He beckoned her over with a jerk of his head and slowly she made her way down the drive. Leaning over, he gave her a quick kiss then started up his bike.

She took a step back, watching him ride away. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out on a long exhale. She'd never understand Happy Lowman.

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Bones groaned as he let his head fall onto the top of Skeeter's desk where he was sitting. "Ugh this is so boring," he moaned. "Where are all the dead people?"

"Out living their lives," Angela replied on a laugh. Business was incredibly slow which worried her; when things were this slow, it usually meant something big was coming. She felt sick at the thought of it. "Is the morgue clean?"

"Spotless."

"Caskets dusted?"

"Check," he answered on a sigh, rubbing his hand over his head. "The paperwork is all done, the fridge is clean, the floors all mopped, surfaces disinfected. I literally did everything I could possibly think of...twice."

Angela stood, leaning over the stroller to check on Evie who looked incredibly cute with her little pink Reaper bow on her head. "C'mon, let's go get some lunch," she said before whistling to Rigor.

Bones pumped a fist in the air, practically jumping to his feet. "Yes! Food! Good! You drivin'?"

"Yes sir," she said, pushing Evie towards the door. "C'mon. Sandwich time."

After gorging themselves on the giant sandwiches over at the local deli, Angela and Bones decided to take a stroll down Main Street. Bones stopped across the street from the dress shop, staring in through the windows for a moment. Angela raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't Ellie work there?"

Bones looked away, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Uh...I don't...yeah...no...maybe."

She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "She's sixteen," she reminded him. It made her feel like a total hypocrite, though. She'd been fourteen when she got together with Esai, though their age gap was two years, not the three that separated Ellie and Bones.

He scowled at that. "I know. I'm not...I just think she's cool. She's a good friend."

"Uh-huh," she said, doubt in her voice. "Just go. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you."

Bones blinked at her for a moment before nodding. "Uh yeah, sure. Are you comin' or..."

"Relax, Boner. I'm not going to embarrass you. I'll go check out the new ice cream place," she said, pushing him towards the stroller. "Go! Say hi! Find a cute dress for me!"

"Ang, that's a fancy, prom-slash-wedding dress store," Bones said as if he was considering doing what she'd said. "Unless you and Juice set a date..."

Angela pushed him towards the store. "Shut up and go!" she exclaimed. He chuckled, dodging her hand when she went to rub his head. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he strolled across the street. She laughed at him, shaking her head as she headed down the block with Evie's stroller. She caught Juice cleaning the windows of the ice cream parlor the Sons were currently using as a new clubhouse. She wolf whistled at him, catching his attention. Putting the brakes on the stroller, she reached out and swatted his ass as she walked by. "Hey there, handsome."

Juice grinned at her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his chest. "Hey gorgeous," he replied before catching her lips in a long, lazy kiss.

She pulled away, smiling up at him. "Mmm, give me another one," she requested. He leaned over to kiss her again, slipping his tongue into her mouth while he raked his free hand through her hair. The guilt she'd felt weighing on her shoulders the night before lightened as she melted into him, her arms sliding around his waist.

A loud, slow clap came from the doorway. Juice pulled away slowly, giving her one more, quick peck. "Love you, Angel," he murmured, stroking his thumb over her cheek.

He didn't seem to care which one of his brothers was applauding them, and to be honest, neither did she; they'd all seen worse. Hell, they'd put on better displays of affection during some of the parties at the clubhouse. She smiled back at him, reaching up a hand to wipe her lipgloss off of his lips. "You too, goof," she replied before finally breaking away from his gaze to look over his shoulder. She was surprised to find Bobby Elvis there, leaning against the front doorway. "Well look what the cat dragged in!"

Bobby smiled at her, opening his arms and giving her one hell of a bear hug. "Good to see you, Angie," he said, kissing her temple. "You're looking beautiful, as always."

Angela grinned at him. "You're not looking too bad yourself," she said with a wink. "How have you been?"

"Good, good," he answered, shrugging a shoulder. "Heard there's a new addition to the Ortiz fam."

She looked over her shoulder to where Juice had already taken Evie out of her stroller. His cut was hanging off of one shoulder so Evie was resting against his shirt instead. "She's a daddy's girl," she told Bobby.

Bobby chuckled, setting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. "I can see that. She's beautiful, darlin'," he complimented before going over to Juice. "Lemme see that baby."

Jax appeared in the doorway, pushing dust and dirt from inside with a push broom. He nodded his greeting to her. "Hey there, Angie. How's it goin'?" he asked, his blue eyes following a couple that was shooting all four of them icy glares.

She tensed a little bit at the question. Ever since he'd made Juice kill that innocent woman, she'd found it hard to talk to Jax. She'd always seen him as a loyal father and husband, willing to do anything for his family over his club. His recent choices were starting to tarnish that view. "Oh um...can't complain," she replied awkwardly. "How are you?"

"Feelin' a little cold," he said, nodding to yet another couple that were glaring at them.

"Y'know, I'm feelin' that too," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Rat stepped out, nodding a greeting to her while he told Jax that they were almost ready. Jax nodded in response before clearing his throat. "Let's go, guys."

Angela walked over to Juice, smiling as he kissed Evie's nose and tucked her back into her stroller, moving the ugly bulldog Kozik had won her so long ago next to her. He straightened up and gave her a smile. "Got fun plans for today?" he asked.

She sighed and nodded. "Monk's got a check up at St. Thomas later today, so Chlo and I might do dinner over there if you're busy."

"Monk's got a check up?" he asked, a concerned look on his face. "Should I be there?"

Angela shook her head. "Nah. Just getting her ears checked."

Juice frowned, leaning over the stroller and running the tip of his finger over the slope of his baby girl's nose. "Her ears are fine. Huh Evie? You're okay," he said, his voice softer and sweeter than usual as it always was when he talked to her. He looked back at Angela and cleared his throat, speaking in his normal tone when he stated, "Dunno what we're doin' tonight."

"Keep me posted," she told him, catching his lips in a quick kiss. "I'm gonna go pull Boner from the dress store. Make sure he's not driving El crazy."

His eyebrows rose in surprise. "That's still goin' on?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder and grinned proudly. "We'll see. He's clueless and awkward and she's just clueless. It's really fun to watch them dance around each other, actually."

He chuckled, grabbing her chin in his hand and placing a smacking kiss on her lips. "Have fun. Love you," he told her before leaning over to kiss Evie too. "You too, Monk. Don't think Daddy forgot ya."

"We love you too, goof," she said, walking away from him. He smacked her ass as she walked by, winking at her when she turned to glare at him before he disappeared into the shop. She shook her head as she pushed the stroller across the street talking to Evie as she went. "Your Daddy's silly, Evie-doll. But I love him. Yes I do."

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Angela held Evie on her lap while Chloe used the otoscope to check the baby's ears. She was aware of the way Chloe seemed to be more focused on watching her then checking up on Evie, but she didn't say anything about it. It was only a matter of time before she said something about what happened the night before. Evie was squirming a bit as Chloe inspected her ears, but she wasn't crying which made Angela damn proud. "So?" she asked, playing with Evie's tiny hand to keep her distracted. "What's the verdict?"

"Her ears are a-okay," Chloe said, straightening up. "Sticker or lollipop for Mama?"

"Lollipop, please," she answered with a bright smile.

She handed her a bright red lollipop. "Here ya go, sucker."

"Shut up," Angela said, putting the lollipop in her mouth. She pulled a face at the gross taste. "This is nasty."

"It's sugar free, organic, and kosher," she explained, laughing when Angela quickly got up to throw it away. Turning to clean up her little station, she decided to breach the subject of what had happened the night before. "So about last night..."

"Don't worry about it, Chlo. I'm fine," she said, cutting her off.

She frowned, throwing the trash into the bin more forcefully than was warranted. Clearly, she was frustrated. "And there they are. Those four words I've been hearing a lot of lately. You and Hap don't think I should worry about anything. But guess what? I do. Because I care. I am your friend, and I want to help you, so stop telling me what I should worry about and let me worry about you because you need someone to vent to, damn it!"

Angela blinked at her, surprised by her little diatribe. Sighing, she shifted Evie on her lap and shrugged a shoulder. "There's nothing to vent. I don't know what Hap told you, but I...my friend's missing and they think it was Juice's fault and it wasn't."

"So you had one night of being miserable, and you're over it?"

"Life goes on," Angela said on a heavy sigh. She held Evie up so that they're faces were even. "Huh, Evie doll? No use in worrying about it now."

Chloe rolled her eyes at her friend. She doubted she was truly over it, but she'd gotten a hell of a lot more out of her than she expected. "And things with Juice?"

She put Evie back in her stroller with another sigh. "We're totally fine. He'd been acting weird for awhile because he was debating on how to make us leave Charming. He thought we'd be safer away from home. Away from him."

"That's kind of...sweet," she commented on a small smile. Angela gave her a dark look that quickly sent her backpedaling. "I mean, that's...nope, I can't even be on your side for that one. It's a sweet sentiment, but he's not going to actually kick you guys out, is he?"

"No. He said he realized he couldn't live without us. That as selfish as it was, he wanted us close because he needs us."

"He's not as dumb as he looks," she said, smiling warmly at them. "And he really, really loves you."

"I know," Angela replied on a shrug. She checked her phone and frowned at the text message on the screen. "Looks like we're both flyin' solo tonight. Juice and that asshole I share less than half of my genes with are off on club business."

Chloe scowled, shaking her head at her friend. "He's not an asshole. He's just pissed because he thinks you're picking Juice over him by not tellin' him things he thinks he deserves to know."

Angela stared at her in utter disbelief. How could she possibly know that? There was no way she could be that intuitive unless... "How do you...holy cow! Did he tell you that?" she exclaimed.

She shrugged in response. "He explained the situation, I analyzed it."

"I'm not picking one over the other," she assured Chloe, her voice soft and sad. "I could never do that."

Chloe looked her over for a brief moment as if considering what to say. "You kinda did, Ang," she stated, scratching nervously at her elbow. "Keeping things from Hap to protect Juice..."

Angela clenched her jaw, trying to reign in the anger she was feeling towards her best friend. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. "You don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice rougher than usual. She stood and put Evie in her stroller as quickly as she could, ready to bolt before she started yelling at her friend.

"Ang, you have to see it for what it is," Chloe pressed, trying her best to stop her from leaving. Angela already had her hand on the door handle, opening it slightly. "You're being loyal to Juice, and that's fine. He's the father of your kid, but Hap's family. You can't-"

She slammed the door closed and whipped around. "Shut up! Just shut up!" she snapped, her dark eyes alight with an angry fire. In her head, she could see Donna's dead body on her table, Tara's broken hand, Juice almost hanging himself, him killing Darveny, all of these awful things were a result of secrets being told. Of people who couldn't keep their mouths shut. "I didn't choose Juice over Hap! I am protecting Hap just as much as I am Juice! Don't you get it? The secrets that the club has...that I have are secrets for a reason. They're dangerous! I know shit about Hap that I would never tell Juice and that doesn't mean I'm choosing one over the other! It just means I know how to keep my secrets fucking secret! That's the way you survive in this world, you keep shit to yourself otherwise shit falls to pieces and people get hurt!"

"I'm sorry, Ang. I just thought-"

Angela shook her head, taking in a deep breath. She didn't get it. She didn't understand the inner workings of the club or the relationships between the guys and their Old Ladies. A part of her hoped that she wouldn't. That Hap successfully kept her out of all things Sons related so she'd never have to carry the weight of the sins of the club on her shoulders. "I gotta go...feed Evie or somethin'," she muttered, heading out the door and making sure to close it behind her. Once outside, she walked down a few halls, trying to find a place she could be alone. She found a small, empty waiting room and sat down heavily in one of the chairs, hanging her head down as she tried reign in her anger and frustration that were bubbling up inside of her like a volcano about to erupt. It became too much, though, and she lashed out, kicking her leg against the table in front of her. The loud sound it made woke Evie up with a start.

As her cries filled the air, Angela raked her hands through her hair, tugging at it lightly. Breathing in, she stood and mustered up a smile for her daughter. "Sorry, Monk. Didn't mean to wake ya," she cooed, picking her up into her arms. Her crying quieted quickly as she rocked her back and forth. "There's just too much goin' on, baby girl. Mama and Daddy have crazy families."

As if to prove her point, the sound of loud footsteps followed by a door being slammed came from down the hallway. Evie's face started to scrunch up, her hands curling into fists, ready to start crying. Quickly, Angela grabbed her pacifier and offered it to her while she stepped out into the hallway. She could hear two voices shouting at each other from just a few feet down the hall. Slowly, she walked towards the muffled shouting. More loud voices came from down the hall as Margaret and Unser rounded the corner, running towards the shouting; Wendy was following them at a slower speed. Angela walked closer to them, meeting them in the hallway. She wasn't surprised to see the fighting was coming from Tara's office. "What's..."

A loud, pain-filled scream cut her off. Unser ignored her and opened the door. "What the hell?" he asked.

Angela could not believe what she was seeing. Tara was on the floor bleeding and sobbing, accusing Gemma of having kicked her in the stomach. Margaret readily agreed with her, saying they all had seen it. Gemma looked from Unser to Wendy, denying everything.

Before Gemma could see her, Angela took a step back into the hallway, pressing herself against the wall as security ran by her. She held Evie closer to her chest, her lips pressed to her head as she tried to process what had just happened.

Gemma had kicked Tara in the stomach making her miscarriage...or at least, that's what it looked like. Angela had a hard time wrapping her head around that. Gemma was fiercely protective over her son and grandchildren...why would she do something like that to her unborn grandchild? It was out of character for the Queen of SAMCRO.

She heard security walking down the hallway and looked up. Gemma's eyes locked on her own and held for a moment. In them, Angela could see the truth. Gemma hadn't kicked Tara. There was no remorse on her face, she looked...numb as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. If that was the case, had Tara made herself miscarry?

But that didn't fit either. How could a woman who was so desperate to save her sons kill her unborn child? Walking Evie back into the waiting room she'd been sitting in before, she tried to remember what Tara's plan had been while she put Evie down in her stroller. Tara had wanted to give custody of the boys to Wendy so that if she went back to jail, Wendy would be in charge of them. She'd even gone so far as to legally prove Jax and Gemma were unfit guardians. Hell, Tara had asked her of all people to be a reliable witness to the acts she'd given to Lowen to prove it. That day had been so bizarre in so many ways. She'd gone over to mend fences with the doctor only to leave angrier than before...

Then it hit her. The day she'd gone over, she'd been pretty pregnant and had used the bathroom...the bathroom with the broken toilet that Tara had expressly told her not to flush. Angela felt sick to her stomach as she put together the pieces. Tara had used her urine for her own pregnancy test. She'd falsified that damn test! "Holy shit," she murmured to herself. She tilted her head against the wall behind her and let out an incredulous laugh. "What the hell is wrong with these people?"

"Where do ya want me to start?" a voice answered her back.

Angela rolled her head to the side, surprised to find Wendy standing in the doorway. "Hey," she greeted on a nod. "That was some fucked up shit."

"No kidding," Wendy agreed on a sigh. She walked over, taking a quick peek into the stroller before sitting down next to her. "What would possess her to do that?"

"What? Kick a pregnant lady or fake a miscarriage?"

Wendy let the question hang in the air for a moment, a guilty look on her face, before she cleared her throat and answered, "Tara's just trying to save her kids. My kid."

Angela snorted at the stupid excuse. "Manipulation is the wrong way to do it," she stated as she stood. "Gemma is not an idiot. She's going to find a way to get back to those boys, and when she does, all hell is going to break loose. You better hope you're not caught in the crossfire especially if you ever want to be a part of Abel's life again."

"And you? She saw you there. You don't think she'll think you were involved? That she'll come after you?"

She laughed at the woman's gall. "I wasn't. She knows that because Tara asked me if I'd take custody of the boys first, and I said no. Gemma asked about it, and I was honest with her. She knows where I stand with Tara. She knows why that bridge is smoldering."

"Better be careful what side you're choosing, Ang. Gemma's not innocent in this either," Wendy warned, a serious look on her face. "You tell Gemma about Tara, and Tara could end up really hurt."

Angela smirked at her. "Believe me, I know. I'm not picking sides. I am staying as far away from this as I can. I can keep a secret. Can you?" she asked rhetorically. She could see how guilty Wendy felt about what had just happened. It was only a matter of time before the ex-junkie cracked and went running straight to Gemma for forgiveness. Because when the shit finally hit the fan, it was Gemma that would come out smelling like roses. What Tara did was unforgivable, and if Jax found out about it, everything she'd done would be for naught. Jax loved his kids, believing that he'd lost his daughter was going to hurt him, but finding out that his wife deceived him about it to get him to cut Gemma off, was going to hurt worse.

She looked down at Evie, who's dark brown eyes were wide as they stared right back at her. For a moment, she was thankful that her own drama was nowhere near as bad as what was going on in the Teller family. "Believe it or not, the Ortiz family is the most normal of the SAMCRO bunch, kiddo," she told her daughter. "You lucked out fallin' in with us. Don't let anybody ever tell you differently."