Angela stared at the little white stick in her hand feeling like the world was closing in on her. She slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold, tiled floor of the bathroom. She moved her hands into the hair on either side of her head, tugging lightly as she hung her head. "It can't be," she breathed, on the edge of tears. Tilting her head back against the wall, she eyed the other pregnancy tests that were all lined up neatly in their little cups on the counter. All of them were positive. Every single damn one. "Fuck."

She looked over at Evie who was staring at her with those big dark eyes from her seat in the little carrier. "Well, Evie-doll, how do you feel about having an Irish twin?" she asked the baby as if she would answer. Evie farted making Angela laugh. "That good, huh?"

"Ang?" Chloe's voice called out from the living room. She'd called her after the first positive test when she was totally panicking and had told her to come over as soon as possible.

"Back here!" Angela shouted in response, not moving from her seat on the floor. After the eighth pregnancy test, she wasn't panicking anymore. She was terrified.

She listened to Chloe's footsteps get closer and closer. "You have to stop leaving these vague come ASAP messages, Ang. You're lucky I have vacation time or else—holy shit!" she exclaimed, her hazel eyes wide as the stared at the counter. "Are these...shit, these are positive!"

"All eight of 'em," she replied miserably. "Please tell me there's a scientific explanation for it."

"Yeah, you're pregnant."

"Other than that," she said on a groan.

Chloe shook her head slowly. "No, no there's not," she said before frowning. "Shit, Ang, do you understand how bad this is?"

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "I mean, it's not ideal, of course. There's a lot of shit going on with the club and Eves is still a baby, but I don't think its that bad. Juice always said he wanted a big family anyway," she attempted, knowing that it had to be bad if Chloe was freaking out.

"Fuck the club bullshit! I'm talking about how bad it is for your health! Your body is not ready to take on another baby," she explained, worry written all over her face.

Fear swirled around in the pit of Angela's stomach as she pressed her hand to it thinking about the life that was just starting to form inside of it. "What does that mean?"

"Means we have to go to the hospital. Now."

"No. Chlo, I'm fine. It been like a week or something. You can just walk me through it."

"No, you're not," she said softly. "Ang, I'm out of my depth here. I can't help you with this."

Angela felt tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "Shit," she croaked, raking a hand through her hair. She stood up, wiping her hands on her thighs. She slowly cleaned up the pregnancy tests, tossing them all back into the bag from the pharmacy. "He can't see these."

Chloe gave her a confused look. "You're not going to tell Juice?"

"Not yet."

"Ang..."

She looked back at her friend, tears in her eyes. "Let me...let me wrap my head around this first and then-then I'll tell him, okay?"

"You need his support. You can't do this alone."

Angela nodded in agreement. "I know. That's why you're here."

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"Happy came back today," Chloe said, called through the curtain as Angela changed back into her clothes after her doctor's appointment. "Came back late last night actually. Scared the shit outta me. Thought someone had broken into my house. Grabbed my bat to beat the shit outta whoever it was, and he just laughed. I was threatening him with a bat, and he thought it was hilarious."

Angela appreciated her friend's attempt to distract her, but she really wished she'd just shut up. The doctor had just confirmed what they'd already known. She was pregnant. A few weeks along. A high risk pregnancy because her uterus hadn't fully healed from her last one, he'd explained. Then, he'd given her a list of things to avoid, vitamins to take, cautioned her to keep her anxiety and stress to a minimum...as if that were even possible. The grim look on his face as he told her these pregnancies usually didn't hold was what convinced her that telling Juice right away was a bad idea. If a miscarriage was as common as the doctor made it seem, she did not want to get Juice all excited only to crush him later; he already had too much to deal with. She'd keep it to herself until they were out of the woods.

"So I'm reading this sheet here," Chloe started, changing the subject when Angela didn't reply to her earlier comment, "and it says in big, bold letters that you cannot have sex."

She pushed back the curtain, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I know."

"But I'm sure Juice won't mind if its to protect his kid, right?"

Angela knew she was baiting her. Trying to get her to give in and say she was right about telling Juice. "Sex isn't all we do."

"You guys couldn't wait six weeks. How are you going to do it for nine months without him knowing?"

"I'm going to tell him eventually. I just want to wait until its...until its..."

She frowned and nodded. "There's no safe period in a high risk pregnancy, Ang. Miscarriages and preterm births are always going to be a possibility. That's, in part, why its high risk."

"I don't want to hurt him with this," she admitted softly. She leaned over Evie's stroller, touching her daughter's chubby cheek. "Daddy will find out eventually. Just not yet. Huh, Evie?"

"You're gonna hurt him either way," Chloe told her.

Angela ignored her, tickling Evie's little foot. The baby cooed back at her, shaking her little hand in the air. "Fuck, you're cute," Angela said on a laugh. "Your little brother's gonna be cute too."

Chloe grimaced a bit at that. "Ang..."

"Not getting attached. I know. I just...like the idea of it, okay?" she said on a shrug.

They walked out of the room together. Chloe pulled Angela into a tight hug. "Just be careful," she said on a sigh. "I gotta get back to work. See you around?"

"My aunt's doin' a dinner tonight to celebrate me finally being an honest woman," she told her with a smirk. "She wanted me to invite you."

"I know. She called me," she admitted with a heavy sigh. Angela raised her eyebrow, trying to say something when Chloe cut her off, "I gave her my number to call if she needs anything med-wise or if she has any questions your mother can't answer."

Angela grinned as if she'd won the lottery. "Welcome to the family, Chlo. You're never getting away from us now," she teased. "Does Hap know?"

Chloe nodded. "He said I should go so I don't offend your aunt."

"Oh wow. Hap approves too? Shit, you're in deep with the Ortiz-Ruiz-Lowman clan."

She rolled her eyes, but a blush had risen to her cheeks. "Shut up, Ang. Go tell Juice the good news. He deserves to know."

Angela waved away her suggestion, walking away quickly to avoid talking about it anymore. "Your aunt is crazy, Monk," she told her baby as she pushed the stroller down the hall. She stopped dead in her tracks when Tara appeared just a few feet away.

They regarded each other silently for awhile as if deciding what to say. Tara cleared her throat and took a few steps towards her. "Lowen just showed me the list of character references for my trial. Noticed you were on there."

"Yeah," Angela said on a nod. Lowen had asked her if she'd be okay with that long before Tara had faked her own miscarriage. At that point in time, Angela had thought that, despite Tara's faults, she had excellent character. Now, she wasn't so sure.

"Thanks. Means a lot," she said on a nod. She peered into the stroller and smiled at Evie. "Hi, baby girl," she cooed to her, touching her sock clad foot. "She's getting so big. Were you here for a check up?"

She shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. She's...healthy and happy," she lied easily. A part of her wished she still trusted Tara. Wished she could ask her about the baby in her belly. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened with you and Gem," she managed to say though it made her feel dirty.

Tara studied Angela's face for a moment before shaking her head. "You're not really sorry, though. I'm guessing you doubt--" Tara cut herself off quickly as an attending passed by. She took a step closer to Angela, her voice going soft, "I did what I had to do. I need to get my boys out of here before something happens to them."

Angela held up a hand to get her to stop talking. "Please Tara, please, don't confirm it. Not if you're planning on using me as a character reference," she asked. "I want to help you, but I got enough shit going on without adding perjury to it."

She gave her a grateful smile. "You should think about getting out before she gets old enough to remember all of this violence."

She fought against the urge to roll her eyes. Lately, their conversations always came back to that. "Yeah, maybe," she agreed just because she knew it would end the topic. There was no way she was going to leave Juice now. Not like this. "I gotta...get to work. Nice seein' you, T."

Tara nodded slowly. "You too," she replied before leaning in close and stroking a finger over Evie's cheek. "You too, sweetheart. Stay safe."

Angela watched Tara walked away for a moment before turning the stroller and heading in the opposite direction. She leaned over the handle of the stroller. "We're not goin' anywhere, Eves. We're staying here with Daddy and the new little Goomba in my tummy."

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Angela was sitting on the porch swing of her mom and aunt's place, swinging back and forth lazily with Evie asleep on her chest. Her aunt was inside cooking up a storm with Chloe. They'd both shooed her out of the kitchen as soon as Evie started fussing, so she headed to her favorite place to sit and relax.

She tensed as her mother's maroon Honda pulled into the drive. It was an instinctive reaction; her mother coming home had never meant anything good for her. Graciela mostly ignored her, and when she did pay attention to her, it was to chastise her about something stupid. She held Evie closer to her chest, her hand smoothing over her daughter's back as she silently vowed to never treat her like that.

Graciela looked tired as she walked up the steps in her eggplant colored scrubs. Her dark eyes fell on Angela, and she sighed. "Hola, Angelita," she greeted, shocking her daughter by taking a seat on the other end of the swing. "How's my beautiful granddaughter?"

"She's good," Angela replied, dropping a kiss to Evie's head. "Want to hold her?"

She nodded reaching out her arms and taking hold of the baby. "She's beautiful, mija. Just like you were," she complimented, touching Evie's cheek. She was quiet for a moment, just looking at her granddaughter and then looking at her daughter. "I wasn't good to you. I know that."

She scowled at that, scoffing just a little. "Ma..."

"No. I know I wasn't," she interrupted. "I didn't...I wanted to wait to have babies. I wanted to have enough money and be stable. Pero tu papa, he wanted a baby. He was always asking, 'Nena, when can are we going to have a baby?', and I would tell him not until I graduate or not until I get into nursing school or out of nursing school and then it was wait until we have a house. And he waited. He waited until I didn't have an excuse anymore. And so I gave him you. Y tu papa...era el mejor padre en el mundo. He loved you so much, mija. He took care of you, fed you, made sure you were happy, y yo? I worked. Yes, we did things as a family pero yo estaba contenta haciendo mis cosas mientras el te cuidaba. And that's was how I liked it. That was how it worked, Angelita." (But your dad...little girl...and your dad, he was the best father in the world...and me?...but I was happy doing my things while he took care of you.)

Angela wiped away a stray tear at the mention of her father as she nodded. "And then he got sick and you just gave up."

She nodded in agreement; there was no denying it. "Your father was the love of my life. Losing him was like losing my whole world, mija. Imagine how you would feel losing Juan Carlos," she explained softly. "That's a loss you don't come back from. And I didn't handle it well. I pulled away from everyone pero most of all you porque you look like him. You have his smile, and you...you were always smiling and every time you smiled at me, I saw him, and I couldn't handle it. It broke my heart."

She reached out a hand to squeeze Angela's as she continued. "What I did was wrong, Angela. I know that. I pushed you away because I missed him. Lena kept warning me that there'd come a time that you wouldn't come back and she was right. You were just eight years old, and you'd fallen down outside and I was there watching you with Lena and you ran straight by me to her. You wouldn't let me touch you."

"I thought you hated me," Angela admitted softly.

"I didn't. I loved you then, and I love you now. I just didn't know how to show it," Graciela replied, her own tears in her eyes. "And I'm sorry for that, mija. I wish I could've been there for you. Pero, I want to be there now. For you. For Eva. I want to make it up to you."

Angela wiped at her eyes, feeling like she understood her mother for the first time. It wasn't the best explanation in the world, but at least she knew now that she didn't hate her when she was younger. That she didn't resent her or blame her for her father's death, all of the ideas she had grown up thinking were wrong. Her mother was just a weak woman who didn't know how to deal with her own grief. She was thankful then that she'd had such strong people come in and out of her life to teach her to be strong. First Elena and Happy, then Marcus and Diana Alvarez, then Kozik, and even Juice, all of them helped her find her own strength and never once made her feel weak. She'd been incredibly lucky.

"You don't need to be sorry, Mama," she told her, treading carefully in what could be potentially dangerous waters. How could she tell her own mother that she was glad she wasn't the one to raise her; that she was better off the way it'd happened? "Just be a kick ass Abuela, and we're square." (Grandma.)

Graciela smiled at her daughter, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "I love you so much, mija."

"I know, Ma," she replied on a nod as she wiped away the tears on her cheeks. "Love you too."

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Chloe was standing at the kitchen stove, stirring the sauce in the pot while Elena used the restroom. She could feel a set of eyes on her back and knew, without turning, who it was. Soft footsteps made their way towards her before fingers trailed over her lower back. "Hey creeper," she greeted him.

"Sup, killer?" Happy's rough voice replied. He leaned back on the kitchen counter next to her, arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes scanned her face, looking over her shoulder for a brief moment before he leaned in closer to kiss her cheek.

She gave him a small smile, winking at him while she continued to stir. "Nothin'. Just cooking. Your Ma has made quite the spread."

"Usually does," he said on a shrug.

"You have an eventful day?"

"No."

"Would you tell me if you did?"

"No," he answered, smirking at her. "How was work?"

Chloe shrugged a shoulder, taking in a deep breath to keep from telling him about Angela. She was worried as hell for her friend. There was no way she could handle the high risk pregnancy all by herself. "Okay. Nothing exciting. Got proposed to."

That caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, a possessive look in his black eyes. "By who?"

"One of the kids in our cancer unit," she said on a sad smile. "He swears once he grows his hair back, he's going to marry me. Never mind that its illegal."

"That the only reason you said 'no'?" Happy asked. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. He reached out a hand, hooking his finger around her belt loop and using his hold to pull her towards him. He took her chin in his hand and gave her a rough kiss. "Good."

A soft chuckle from behind them made them practically jump away from each other. Turning, Chloe found Juice leaning against the doorway, a smug smirk on his face. "Don't stop on my account," he said, holding up his hands. "I'm just lookin' for my wife."

Chloe noticed his smile get wider as he said the word 'wife' and wondered how many times he'd said it in the short time they'd been married. Clearly, he was just as happy to be her husband as Angela was to be his wife. Happy, however, didn't look quite as pleased with the idiot.

"She's in her old room," Elena stated as she came up behind him, Evie in her arms. He turned towards her, smiling as she kissed his cheek. He took Evie from her holding his baby girl close and kissing her head. Elena smiled at the two of them. "Welcome to the family, Juancito," she murmured, patting his cheek lovingly with her free hand. "We're so happy to have you."

Chloe chuckled as she looked back at Happy to find the man was anything but happy about the situation. Juice didn't seem to notice though. He leaned over to kiss Elena's cheek. "Thanks, Lena."

"Dame la beba y anda y encontrar tu esposa," Elena told him, holding out her arms again. (Give me the baby and go and find your wife.)

Juice stared at her blankly, trying his best to figure out what she was saying. "You want the baby and...that's all I got."

She laughed, taking Evie back into her arms. "Go find Angelita. She said she wanted to grab some of her old albums to look at. Up the stairs and to the left, you'll see it."

Juice made his way up the stairs slowly, studying the pictures lining the walls of the hallway as he went. Most of them were Angela's school pictures. He paused at one of her and a man her presumed was her father. She had cute little pigtails in her hair, a huge grin on her face. Then his gaze fell on one of a toothless Angela sitting on Santa's lap, Happy was standing next to them, an elf hat on his head, looking more than a little pissed off. He chuckled, wondering how the hell they'd convinced him to do that. Walking a ways down, he peeked his head into an open door and smiled when he found Angela lying on her stomach atop a small, twin bed. He walked over, taking a seat by her hip. "Hey baby," he greeted, kissing her bare shoulder. "Hiding out?"

She smiled a little and shrugged. "Evie's being fawned over by her grandma and Lena hasn't stopped talking to Chloe since she walked in, so I grabbed one of these and thought I'd relax," she explained, flipping a page in the album in front of her. She laughed a little at a picture of Kozik passed out on a couch, drawings all over his face. "From Tacoma," she explained.

He leaned in closer, his fingers tracing over the tattoos on her back. "That your apartment?"

"Mm-hmm. Kind of a shithole, but I loved it," she said, flipping the page.

There were a couple pictures of them goofing around in the apartment, and he realized after a moment that it looked familiar. He chuckled, stopping her hand when she tried to turn the page. She gave him a confused look, and he just shook his head. "Baby, I've been there," he said, tapping the picture of her and Happy sparring in the living room.

"What?" she asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Yeah! As a prospect, you gotta visit different charters and introduce yourself. I went up to SAMTAC 'n' Koz 'n' Tig were both drunk and bitchin' at each other over somethin' so Hap and I had to take Koz home...to his apartment...to your apartment."

Angela's jaw dropped as she stared at Juice as though she was seeing him for the first time. "You were the one that organized my movies and did my calculus homework!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

He grinned at her and nodded. "Had nothing better to do. The calculus was pretty easy, actually."

"No, it wasn't! I spent hours on it the night before!"

"I know. Your work was all wrong," he said, laughing as she hit him. "Was wondering who that belonged to. Knew it couldn't have been Koz's."

She smiled a little at the idea of Kozik doing calculus. His brain would've probably exploded. "God, I told Koz that whoever did it was the only Son I'd ever let into my pants because they had to be clean and intelligent."

Juice's grin could've lit up a room. "Guilty as charged," he said, kissing her temple, his hand sliding lower down her back. "What if we'd met back then? Hap told me I had to get outta there early, but I could've overslept. What then?"

She laughed and shrugged. "I don't know. We would've met, and I'd probably have made you teach me the calculus."

"Then you would've fallen in love with me."

Angela rolled her eyes before looking up at him with a warm smile. "With that smile? Of course," she agreed on a nod. "And you would've been run out of there by Hap and Koz."

Juice shrugged. "But I would've come back for those tits and that ass," he teased, swatting her ass lightly.

"You're ridiculous. They'd catch us and you'd be sent right back to Charming, then you would've found some Croweater, and forgotten all about me."

"Nah. I'd a jumped charters for you," he murmured with absolute certainly. He kissed her neck, gently sucking her skin into his mouth and smirking when she shivered against him.

Angela closed the photo album, moving it to the side and rolling over onto her back. "Oh yeah?"

"Mm-hmm. This was meant to be. We were meant to be," he said, putting one arm on the other side of her hip for stability before leaning over and catching her lips in an ardent kiss. He kissed over her breasts, smiling when he felt her short nails rake over the side of his head.

His hands moved down to the button of her jeans, and she tensed underneath him. He lifted his head from her cleavage, giving her a confused look; she didn't tense up like that unless she was mad at him, but he knew she wasn't mad at him. Sure, she pushed him away every so often when he was touching her inappropriately depending on where they were, but she never got tense. Not unless something was wrong. "What's going on, Angel?" he asked, worried.

A small smile spread across her face, and she relaxed a bit. "Nothin'. Just...do you believe in soul mates?"

Juice could sense something was off with her. She was obviously trying to distract him from what he'd been about to do, and he didn't get why. "Yeah, baby," he breathed, dipping his head back down to kiss her neck. He lifted his head to meet her eyes again. "Do you?"

She reached up a hand to touch his face. "Not 'til I met you."

"Cheeseball," he murmured, kissing her lips before blowing a raspberry into her neck. Grinning when she laughed in response. God, he loved her laugh. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too, goof," she replied, sighing as his kisses travelled down her neck and back to her breasts. He tugged open her jeans, sliding a hand underneath the rough fabric to toy with the lacy strap of her panties.

She stiffened again, shifting uncomfortably under his touch. He pulled his hand away, raising his head again to meet her gaze. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah. Just weird. Bein' in this room 'n' all," she replied on a shrug.

That confused him even more. They'd snuck up and had quickies in this room more than once. "Never had a problem with it before," he pointed out. Angela frowned, caught in her lie. She toyed aimlessly with the flap on the pocket of his cut. Her silence slowly driving him insane. "Ang, what's goin' on?"

She sat up, scooting back away from him a little as she sucked in a deep breath. "I can't have sex with you," she blurted out.

He stared at her in confusion, now totally lost. "Cause of the room..." he trailed off, trying to find some kind of footing.

"No, because... 'cause..." she started, struggling for the right words as she turned her ring around her finger. " 'cause...shit."

He'd never seen her look so nervous or scared which made him anxious. "Angel, you gotta finish that sentence. You're scarin' the shit outta me."

"I'm pregnant," she finally managed to get out. "Again. And I wasn't going to tell you because I'm not that far along and I could miscarry at any time and you have enough shit on your plate to worry about with all this club crap that you really don't need me adding onto it--"

"Angel..." he tried interjecting, but she wasn't having it.

"But I can't have sex with you and that's a huge problem 'cause I love having sex with you which is why I'm in this damn situation to begin with. Which I don't mind, of course, another baby is...great," she rambled, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously, "but I can't keep it from you because it's hard enough for me to keep from jumping your bones when you're not attempting to get in my pants, how the hell am I supposed to stop myself when you are? I can't do that. I have zero control when it comes to you. You touch me, and I forget everything! And I can't do that this time because I have this baby to protect and one of us has to stay sane, and you're generally better at it than I am."

Juice fought back the urge to laugh at her rambling about sex. It was a total ego boost, and though he enjoyed it, he had a ton of questions to ask her. He just had to get her to shut up first. "Ang..."

She continued, unbothered by his attempt to stop her. "Hence why we're in this predicament because I couldn't wait six weeks to have sex after Eves. We literally were half way there, and I couldn't..."

He grabbed her chin in a hand and shut her up with a kiss. "You gonna let me talk now?" he asked as he pulled away. She let out a breath and nodded, gesturing with her hand for him to go on. He grinned at her. "We're having another baby?"

She seemed to relax a little at that, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "Well...yeah. But..."

"No 'buts' we're having a baby! Another one!" he said, trying to keep his excitement out of his voice. "I have a magic penis!"

Angela couldn't help but laugh. "Goof!" she exclaimed, laughing harder as he practically tackled her to the bed, dotting kisses across her cheek and down her neck. She dragged her nails through his shortly cropped Mohawk, wriggling underneath him as he tickled her sides.

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Chloe walked up the stairs slowly, taking in the pictures on the wall. They were mostly of Angela, but the few that were of Happy made her smile. Clearly, he didn't pose for pictures. All of the ones with him in it were candids where he was just with Angela. A lot of them were of him as a teenager holding her hand as they walked or her asleep on his shoulder. Her favorite was of them asleep on the couch together. Little Angela tucked into his side while he had and arm wrapped tightly around her. Out in the real world, he was the Tacoma killer, but here, in his mom's house, he was just Happy. She was falling for the man in those pictures, and it scared the shit out of her.

She stopped when she heard Angela's low giggle and scowled. The doctor had told Angela she couldn't have sex just hours before! Had she already forgotten? Was she really that stupid? "Jesus Christ," she muttered, bracing herself for what was going to be behind the door.

What she found when she opened the door warmed her heart. Juice was sitting propped up against the headboard of the bed with Angela between his legs, a photo album in her lap. His arms were around her waist, chin on her shoulder as he listened to her explain the different pictures. Chloe sighed in relief, catching their attention. "We're not having sex," Angela stated, smirking at her friend.

"I can see that," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Be quite a feat for you two to be doing it in that position with all those clothes on."

Juice seemed to contemplate it for a moment, his head tilted to the side as if he were trying to work out of it was possible. Angela looked back at him over her shoulder and smirked as their eyes met.

Chloe could practically see the wheels turning in their heads, the silent conversation going between them. "That wasn't a challenge!" she exclaimed in total disbelief. God, she wanted to tell Juice about the baby. Ignore Angela's wishes and just tell him not to touch his wife for nine damn months. "Ang..."

Angela laughed, setting the album aside and scooting away from Juice. "Don't worry, he knows."

"I've got a magic penis," Juice stated with a shrug and a grin as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He stood up, offering Angela his hand and pulling her to her feet. "She's going to be fine. All three of my girls."

"He thinks its going to be a girl," Angela explained with a roll of her eyes. "Says he wants three angels."

"Like Charlie," Chloe finished on a chuckle. "Y'all are ridiculous."

Juice's smile widened, his dark eyes glittering with mischief. In that moment, Chloe understood why Angela had fallen in love with him. This must've been the goofy guy she'd met so many years before. "See? She gets it! Charlie's Angels!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I could call and you all could say, 'Good morning, daddy!'"

Angela smacked him, glaring at Chloe. "Don't encourage him!"

"I think its cute!" Chloe offered with a smile. It was nice to see the two laughing and joking around. Nice to see they still held onto whatever normalcy they could.

Happy appeared in the doorway and the room fell silent. He looked confused for a brief moment before shrugging as if he decided he didn't care. "Dinner's ready."

"Right! That's what I was supposed to tell you," Chloe said, feeling a little stupid for not saying it earlier. "Got caught up looking at those pictures."

He looked over his shoulder at the picture on the wall and grimaced. "Shoulda blindfolded ya."

Feeling a little emboldened by the way the Ortiz couple was being all cutesy with each other, Chloe stood on her toes and pecked his cheek. It was the first time she'd initiated any kind of contact between them in front of Angela. Happy tensed for a brief moment, his dark eyes observing her as if he was trying to figure her out before moving lazily to Angela who was pretending she didn't notice. He smirked a little, dipping his head to kiss Chloe's lips.

"Ugh! Can you wait 'til we leave the room? Please!" Angela teased, grabbing Juice's hand and pulling him between the couple and out of the room. "You two are worse than we are!"

Chloe smirked, shaking her head at Angela's back. There was no way the chaste kiss Happy had given her was anywhere near as bad as the positions they'd been caught in. Angela had once told her they'd be caught once having sex in the funeral homes' hearse by Skeeter and another time in Gemma's office by Happy. That memory seemed to be the one the Tacoma Killer was thinking about if his face was an indication.

"They goin' at it when you came up?" he asked, nodding to the couple.

"Surprisingly no," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just being cute. Looking at pictures together."

"That's worse," he muttered, a look of disgust on his face.

She sighed, looking around the hall for a moment, her eyes lingering on the pictures on the wall. "Its weird for you, isn't it? Me being here? For you and her."

Happy shrugged, his eyes going to the pictures too. "She likes it."

"You don't?"

His eyes met hers, that dark piercing glare making her heart skip a beat. "Told you to come, didn't I?"

She nodded slowly, knowing that was as good of an answer she was going to get. She was okay with what little assurances he could give her that what they had wasn't just a fling. That he wanted her in his life as more than just a quick lay. With a small smile, she grabbed his arm and started pulling him down the hall. "Let's go, killer. Dinner time."