"Embarrass her! For being pregnant?" Angela shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. Her words were followed by muttered Spanish no doubt cursing her aunt. "On what planet! What the fuck is wrong with her?"

Juice did his best to stifle a laugh as he watched Angela pace, the moon illuminating her from behind. He had felt her quietly fuming as she'd clung to him on their ride home from her aunt's place and had wondered what it was about, so he decided to pull over to their little spot on the mountain so she could cool down a bit before they got home. He leaned against his bike, arms crossed over his chest as he watched her pace, amused by her rambling as he always was.

"There's nothing embarrassing about having a baby without getting married! We don't live in the 1800s!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. "Almost want to get pregnant just to prove that to her!"

That got him to his feet; there was no way he was even going to let her mind go down that road. "Hey, woah," he said, entering into her path. He set his hands on her arms to stop her and smiled just a little. "Stop. Breathe. Let's not go there right now. C'mon. This might be the last night we have together for...awhile."

The anger seemed to evaporate from her body, her brows relaxing as her eyes grew wide. "Oh shit. I...I didn't even...'m sorry."

He smirked at her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. " 's all right," he told her, leaning in to kiss her softly. She melted into him, sliding her arms around his torso as he lifted his hands to frame her face. Her dark eyes were so beautiful as they moved over his face, no doubt trying to soak it all in like he was doing to her. He leaned in to kiss her again, enjoying the familiar taste of her. She slid her hands underneath his shirt, cold fingertips dancing along his back. He pulled away with a hiss. "Holy shit! Your fingers are like ice!"

Angela laughed, digging her fingers into his back and holding herself closer to him while he squirmed in her arms. "I forgot to put on my riding gloves!" she said around her laughter. "I need to warm them up!"

He accepted defeat, wrapping his arms tighter around her shoulders and smiling when he felt her cold nose press into his throat. Her fingers warmed quickly, and she started pressing firmly into the muscles of his back in a way that felt like heaven. He groaned leaning is head forward and pressing his nose against her shoulder. "Feels good, baby."

Angela's warm lips pressed a kiss to his neck. "Let's go home," she murmured, slipping her hands away from underneath his shirt. He instantly missed her touch and drew her in even closer. Even through their clothes, the feel of her body against his was starting to fuel the fire inside of him. He wanted her closer. Wanted more, and he could tell she did too.

Juice let his hands slide down her torso, grabbing her under the ass to lift her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his hips as her arms circled his neck. Dipping her head, she caught his lips in a heated kiss, her teeth gently nibbling at his lower lip. He groaned at the feel of it. He walked her backwards, perching her ass on the bitch seat of his bike and lifting a hand to trace his thumb over her jawline while her fingers danced over the back of his head.

His heartbeat was on overdrive as he slid his tongue into her mouth, massaging hers with it. God, she tasted like heaven. And she was his. Promised to be his forever. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. They were both breathing hard, their breaths intermingling as he gazed into the dark depths of her eyes. "I love you," he breathed, connecting their lips quickly.

"I love you too," she replied with the sweetest smile. "Take me home, goofy. Let's stop wasting time. We don't go much left."

His heart ached at the reminder. Breathing in deeply, he nodded and kissed her again. Pulling away, he grabbed her helmet and handed it to her. "Y-yeah. Let's go."

Once again, he took his time on the ride home with her. He love the way her gloved hands moved over his chest every time they stopped. The way she clung to him, moving her body just right on every turn as if she were a part of him, a part of the bike. He set his hands on top of hers, squeezing them lovingly as he pulled to a stop in their driveway. They were finally home.

He squeezed her hands again before she slid them away, patting his sides lovingly before she got off the bike. He got off after her unhooking his pack from the back of his bike and shouldering it. Angela was already at the door, eager to get inside no doubt. He couldn't blame her; she hadn't been home in days.

He walked in behind her, relaxing at the sight of her back in their house. It felt like they hadn't been there together in years. Seeing her in their living room again made it feel like everything was right in the world. He heard her inhale deeply, spinning a little in the room, arms slightly outstretched as she took it all in. Chuckling to himself, he put his pack down beside hers and took off his boots. She must've kicked off her shoes because they were laying haphazardly beside the door next to the little shoe rack there. He smirked, putting them on the rack and placing his boots neatly beside them. He straightened up, shrugging out of his cut and hanging it up beside the door along with his holsters. A part of him wondered how she'd leave the house when he was in prison. Angela wasn't the neatest of people, but he knew she kept things organized for him aware that it would mess with his OCD if anything was out of place. He was sure she'd let certain things slide when he was away.

"God, it feels good to be home," she sighed happily.

He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his nose against her neck. "Feels good to have you home," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the pulse point of her throat. She shivered against him, and he could feel her heartbeat quicken beneath his lips. "Shower?"

"Are you saying I smell, Ortiz?" she asked, tilting her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck.

She didn't smell bad, but she didn't smell like her. He could still smell the soap they used in Ireland to wash their clothes. That, and her hair smelled strongly of the floral shampoo all the Croweaters used at the clubhouse, which made him realize she probably showered there when he was off doing club shit. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. "Nah. Sayin' we flew like ten hours and then went directly into doin' club shit. Think I smell."

She turned in his arms, burying her face into his chest and inhaling deeply. "Nah, you smell good. Like you," she murmured, her words muffled by his shirt. He let his hand smooth over the back of her head, dropping a kiss into her hair. She tilted her head back to look up at him. "Hot shower does sound good, though. Scrub you down real good."

Juice loved the sound of that. With a growl, he grabbed her by the thighs, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around him. He buried his face in her cleavage, already knowing the way to their bathroom by heart. Her laughter filled the otherwise quiet house, making him grin. She was finally home, and he was going to enjoy the last moment he had with her there as much as humanly possible. 

~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~'~

Juice lay next to Angela in their bed, a feeling of pure bliss flowing through him. It was like he was floating on air. After a quickie in the shower, they'd kept it going on the bathroom counter, on the floor, against the dresser. He'd worshipped every inch of her with his hands, with his mouth. Memorizing the way she felt, the way she tasted. They'd finally made it to the bed where he'd taken her nice and slow, basking in every moment of just being with her again. He rolled his head to look over at her lying beside him on the bed, smiling when she lifted her hand to her heart, the engagement ring on her finger catching the moonlight and sparkling as she struggled to catch her breath. He grinned over at her, grabbing for her hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it. Her head turned, her hair an absolute mess, the sweat on her skin making her glow. His beautiful Angel. He loved her so much it hurt. He didn't know how he was going to survive inside without being able to fall asleep beside her or see her every day. It was going to be hell. "You'll visit me, right?" he asked, his stomach turning anxiously.

"That's a stupid question," she answered with a roll of her eyes.

He smirked; she was right. He knew she would, but he had to hear her say it. Had to have that reassurance. "Humor me."

She rolled over so her chest was slightly on his, her face inches away from his. "I'm going to visit you so much the guards are going to become my best friends," she replied, tapping his nose with her finger.

He smirked at her, shaking his head; he had no doubt she'd befriend the guards. She'd find a way to charm them. Maybe if she did, they'd be more lax about whatever visiting rules they had. It wasn't a bad idea. "Thought I was your best friend."

"Of course you are, goof. You're about to be my husband. Number one best friend forever and ever," she said, kissing his pec before punctuating her next words with small kisses doted across his chest. " 'm gonna visit every time I can 'n' I'll send you pics and write you letters."

He slid his hand down her back, fingertips dancing along her spine. "Naughty letters?"

She lifted her head to smirk at him. "If you want, but you gotta write them back. None of this one sided stuff."

"You want me to write them too? I don't read the romance stuff like you. Wouldn't know where to start with the spicy shit," he said around a laugh. He actually kind of liked the thought of it. At least it'd be something entertaining to do while he was stuck behind bars.  

"I'm sure you'll figure something out," she said, laying her ear down on his chest just over his heart. "Just write what you know."

He tangled his hands into her hair, scratching at her scalp, smiling when her eyes closed, and she hummed contently. "I'll do my best for you. Do anything for you."

"I know 'n' I'll do anything for you," she murmured, lifting her head again to meet his gaze. He saw the love she had for him in those deep, dark eyes of hers. "I love you. I love you so much."

A lump rose in Juice's throat at her words. They'd been through so much together over the years and hearing she loved him made him feel like everything had been worth it. All the little bumps in the road led to that moment. And he was going to have to leave it. Leave her. He swallowed hard, tracing her face with his fingertips. "Love you more," he rasped, hating the way his voice cracked. "Gonna miss you so much."

Angela's brows furrowed in concern, and she sat up slightly. She slid her leg over his hips, straddling him. "Don't go there, goof," she told him, framing his face with her hands. "I'm going to visit you so much you're not even gonna get a chance to miss me. You'll be so sick a me you're gonna ask the guards not to let me in, and I'll have to scale the chain link fence to hunt you down."

He couldn't help but laugh at the idea of her climbing the fence of a prison yard. She was crazy enough to do it too. For him. He knew because he'd do the same for her if the situation was reversed.  He loved how she diffused his anxieties with a hint of humor.  "Nuh-uh, that's never gonna happen. Never gonna be a moment when I won't want to be with you," he promised her. With a little growl, he moved his arm around her waist, flipping them over so he was on top of her. He was careful not to put his full weight on her as he peppered her face with kisses, enjoying the way her laughter filled the room.

With a smile, he caught her lips in a sweet kiss, swallowing her laughter. She pulled away, smiling at him, though her eyes got that watery look to them. " 'm gonna miss you too, goof."

"It's gonna be okay, though. Gonna do the time 'n' then I'll get out and we'll get married," he told her, kissing her softly.

She smiled at him, a tear slipping down her cheek as the corners of her eyes crinkled. "And spend the rest of our lives together?" she asked, sniffling slightly.

He nodded, the trail the tear left behind making his heart ache. He kissed away the tear, before tapping his forehead to hers. He felt a lump form in his throat as he nodded. "Yeah," he choked out, connecting their lips together. "I'm sorry it's not gonna happen sooner."

Her hands framed his face, thumbs tracing over his cheeks. "Don't be," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him sweetly. "We have the rest of our lives to be together, Juice. This is just a little blip. You'll get out, and we'll hit the ground runnin'."

"Sprintin'," he told her with a smirk. "Straight to the altar. Make you an Ortiz."

Angela's responding smile could've lit up the dark room. His heart sputtered in his chest as she laughed and nodded. "I'll be counting down the days," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him. "You should get some rest, baby. Long day tomorrow."

He sighed, letting his head fall against her chest. He realized he was mirroring the way she usually wrapped herself around him and smiled. Her heartbeat was strong under his ear, the sound of it soothing. Her hand moved to the back of his head, fingernails gently scraping down his mohawk similar to the way he scratched her scalp. He closed his eyes at how good it felt, groaning gently. "Let's run away," he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to her clavicle. "Just escape."

"Sounds nice. Where you wanna go?" she asked, her other hand rubbing aimlessly over her shoulder.

"Dunno," he replied, closing his eyes and just enjoying having her hands all over him. "Any ideas?"

"Anywhere but Belfast," she answered on a laugh. "Would kinda suck having to live life on the run though."

Juice sighed and nodded against her chest. As much as he wanted to be with her, a life on the run was not something he wanted for either of them. He wanted to settle down. Be able to have dinner with her family and his club family. He didn't want that kind of instability for her. He wanted them to have a stable, happy life. "Yeah. Miss out on a lotta shit."

"Mmm," she hummed in agreement. "They can't give you that long of a sentence. Most is three years, remember? That's nothin'. We'll be fine."

He loved how she tried to find the positive in their shitty situation. "Probably less on good behavior," he stated, on a heavy sigh. She tensed a little underneath him. He could feel her worry as her finger tips trailed over the two scars in back left behind from when he'd been shanked in county. He knew where her mind was going. He'd almost gotten killed last time when he'd put his life in jeopardy for his club. Technically, luring Dion to his death was "misbehaving" and, had they not been working with the guards, could've landed him with extra time on his sentence. She knew he'd do anything for his club. That they could potentially land him in trouble and give him extra time. He'd already promised her he'd actually think it through before he committed to club shit, and he wasn't about to break that promise to her. "Promise you I'm gonna be the best behaved inmate there if it means I get to you faster."

Angela's short fingernails traced over the tattoo on the side of his head. "However long it takes, I'll be here, waiting for you."

He relaxed, laying his head down on her chest again. She'd said she'd be waiting for him over and over again, but he still needed to hear it. The more time she said it, the easier it was for him to believe it was true. "I love you," he said softly, knowing he was repeating himself. Still, he wanted her to know it. To remember it on those days he couldn't be there. On the days where they couldn't see each other or talk. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. Feel it even when he wasn't around. "Can't say that enough."

"Love hearin' you say it," she murmured, trailing her fingernails over his shoulders and down his back. "Don't ever stop."

"I love you," he repeated, kissing her chest again. "I love you." He leaned up to kiss her nose before he kissed her lips. "I. Love. You."

He tapped his forehead to hers, and she smiled. "I love you even more, you big goof," she told him, nuzzling her nose against his. "Now go to sleep, so we can have some fun tomorrow morning 'fore you gotta go."

Juice grinned, rolling off of her and onto his back. She scooted in close to his side, setting her head on his chest and forming herself around him. Her body fit so perfectly against his that he was convinced they were made for each other. He moved his arms snugly around her, enjoying the feel of it while he still could knowing the next night, he'd be sleeping alone in a cold cell. "Night, Angel."

She sighed softly, holding him tighter. "Night, Juice."

~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~~'~'~'~~'~'~'~'~'~

Just some fluffy stuff! I was going to write
smut, but I wasn't liking the way it was coming out😅
Definite smut next chapter though!
This chapter was delayed by "Onyx storm" coming out and, if you haven't read any of the "Fourth Wing" series, go do it!! They're so good!
Let me know what you think!!
💙