One second I had been standing in the middle of the lot talking to my best friend the next second I was being tackled to the ground roughly, gun fire erupting around us. I heard more than saw it, what I hadn’t realized was that he had saved my life. I was not happy to be on the ground in my white T shirt. I looked up at the man who saved me, his curly black hair gave away who it was without even having to see the rest of him. Tig Trager. The man who always seemed to be looking for a lay. Who never wanted a single woman. Even when that one woman wanted him. I could feel his calm heart beat against my chest, so different from the rapid beat that my own was playing, I was scared, but I didn’t want him to know. Finally, after what seemed like forever it stopped, the gunfire stopped and the van that had been shooting drove away. Tig rolled off me, laying on his back on the ground next to me. He stood up, lending me a hand off the ground, “You ok doll?” he questioned those blue eyes, showing how worried he was.
“Yeah, I think so.” I stuttered. I hadn’t totally recovered from what happened and realized that even on the lot nobody was safe. I turned to look around when I felt more than the twinge that happened when I stood. It was like liquid fire pouring down my leg. “arg!” I yelled trying to catch myself before I fell. His arm wrapped around my waist. My hand immediately going to the source of the pain, coming away with blood on it.
““Shit are you bleeding?!” he questioned, eyes locked onto the hand that I held in front of me. His hand looking for the source. When he found it, I let you a small groan of pain, shock setting in.
“I think so” I whispered.
“Hey Chibs!” he called out. Helping me towards the clubhouse. “Y/N is bleeding!” he yelled.
He went to put me down on the couch so Chibs could look at me, I reached out for him, “Please don’t go”
“I won’t doll just need to give Ol’ Chibby here some room” he smiled, maybe the man could be a single woman kind of man.
Summary: Juice shows up finally and with some answers.
A/N: These drabs have turned into a series of some sort for this chick, really like writing about them and have many things brewing. As always, FEEDBACK please!! and if you wanna be tagged, let me know.
Tags:: @ortizobsessed @soythedemonqueen @deansbabygirl01
Watching Juice walk through door, I felt a wave of relief settle over me. Jumping off the couch, I leaped toward him, planting my face into his chest. The smell of pure leather filled my nose. I knew he wasn’t with another woman like Opie was. I still couldn’t believe Op did such a thing. Yeah, Lyla needed to leave the porn shit behind since they were married now, but that was a talk he should of brought up before saying ‘I do’.
“I’ve been worried sick to my stomach, baby. Why didn’t you call at least?” I said, as I turned my head side ways to lay it against his chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around my back, tucking my arms and head into with his chin pressing on the top of my head.
“I got caught up. I’m sorry.” He lifted his grip. Rubbing my back with both hands, making his way to my shoulders and pulling me back far enough to look me in the face, “Really… honestly, hunny.” Leaning forward, he kissed my forehead and held his lips in place.
“You always call, always, Juicy...” I sigh, letting hot air out. “Why didn’t you do so, Juan?”
Letting his contact break from my forehead, I stretched my arms out breaking our embrace altogether. Turning around to sit on the couch, he attempted to reach for my waist with his whole hand but his fingers pinched me instead. Slapping his hand downward, I rubbed the stinging spot and plopped down, crossing my legs on the couch.
Still standing, turning in circles, Juice rubbed his Mohawk. “Hunny, I’m sor-“.
“Stop.” I said, as softly as I could. I was so sick of hearing him say, ‘I’m sorry’. The amount I heard it in my past relationships, it could last me a lifetime and then some.
He stopped moving, eyes staring hard forward at the front door, jaw clinching tight. I guess he was questioning on if he should leave or not. I wasn’t sure how well I knew him right now, but I knew he wasn’t a fuck boy. Finally, my old man turned back around, facing me and smiled.
“I know what you want,” Smiling even bigger, he made his way in front of where I was sitting, looking down at me and reaching for my hands. “I have to speak to someone about this. I can’t go to the club, they're not gonna understand.” Even with how serious his words were, at the moment, he had nothing but a smile upon his face. “Thank you, my love. Thank you, for not assuming I was with another woman.” Tears started streaming down his face, “Because, I wasn’t. I love you, too much, way too much.”
Rubbing my thumbs over the back of his hands, I let go quickly and wiped the tears off his checks, cupping his face in my hands. Juice dropped to his knees, laying his head into my lap where my hands stayed holding his face. I had no idea what he was about to tell me, there was no telling. One thing for sure, it was going to have something to do with the cops.
“Talk to me, Juice,” Removing one hand from his face moving it to his head, I started to trail my fingers over his tattoos and my thumb along his Mohawk. “Baby, you know I’m here to listen, I love you. The last thing we need to do is hide shit from one another.” I said all this, while thinking of my own personal worries. Difference is I know what I want but no matter what; his ties to the club were too deep. I’m starting to understand why Tara wanted to her boys out this town.
Lifting his head up and taking my hands back into his, he looked me square in the eyes. “The cops did some digging, found out my father is black, they are holding it over my head so I will help them tie the MC to the cartel. They have a RICO case started.” His voice was shaky, almost couldn’t get his words all the way out.
“What did you do?” Squeezing his hands, kind of tight, I could feel my eyes bulge out, wide.
“I got them a sample.” He sighed.
My hands went limp. His had to hold mine up because they were like wet noodles. The words coming out his mouth were the last thing I wanted to hear. I could give a fuck if he had black in him, surprised as I was to hear that, to know he gave up his own club… my heart was in the bottom of my stomach.
“The hardest part of this all, is knowing that all you had to do was go to Jax…”
“I spoke to Chibs, clif-notes: rules are rules.” More tears were coming down his face. I let his hands go, once again and started wiping them away.
“Baby, I don’t care what rule there is about no blacks being allowed, telling them you have black in you is better than being a fucking rat.” Grabbing the back of his neck, pulling his face to mine, I gave him a kiss. Tasting all the salt collected from his tears flowing over his lips, I gave him another. “Were going to get though this, we’re going to figure this out.”
Glancing at me through these watered filled eyes, “You promise?”
“Yes, I do, no matter the hell it brings, we will get through this.” Giving him another kiss, this time longer than the ones before, I spread my fingers across the back of his head. “And thank you.” another kiss. “Thank you for being honest with me. I hate you haven’t went to the club with this but you being honest with me, means more to me than you with ever know…”
You had run when things had gotten tough. You hadn’t even said good bye. You had made that promise to stick through it all. You were his Ol’ Lady. You weren’t supposed to run, but you had you had been a coward. Yet here you were three months later going back, you were ready now you told yourself. You had to be ready, this time there was no leaving. So here you were driving past the welcome to Charming sign, heading towards Teller-Morrow Garage. You saw the yellow and red sign before you were ready to, but pulling into the lot you parked your 2000 Ford Explorer. Taking a deep breath, you whispered to yourself, “I can do this.” Finally climbing out of the car you slipped your sunglasses onto your head. Glancing around you looked at where the bikes were normally parked, but you were only seeing Prospects. This made it a bit harder you thought, but you had seen Gemma’s Caddy. Heading towards the office you were intercepted.
“Excuse me Ma’am do you need any help?” A Prospect asked you.
You turned towards him to tell him you were just looking for Gemma, when you heard, “Rat she doesn’t need help.” He immediately went back to work seeing the crow on your left shoulder as you turned towards the Queen. “Well look at what the cat dragged in.” She leaned against the doorway.
“Hi Gem” I whispered.
“You look cute with a baby bump” she snarked placing her sunglasses on her head. “Happy’s not here right now.” She said heading back into the office.
“I noticed. I just wanted to talk to you” you followed her into the office. “I am ready now. I can’t be afraid with a baby on the way.”
“Good” she huffed. You were going to have to earn your way back from the looks of it.
You wanted attention and your Old Man wasn’t giving it to you. He was sitting with his arm around you, beer in the other hand, talking with his brothers. You had wiggled, sighed, changed position, but nothing. You got up heading towards the bar thinking of ways to get his attention.
Leaning against the bar you sigh, you had your ass pressed out hoping he would notice. Glancing back, you saw he was still not paying attention. Tapping your fingers against the bar you glared at all the bottles, when suddenly you thought. Hoping up you walked quickly to him. With one motion, you bend over and flick him in the nose. He blinked a few times then looked over at you. “Did you just flick me?”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Kozik you said you would be home for the birth!” I was yelling over the phone, he had promised me that he would be home from the run before I gave birth to this baby.
“I know babe, but this is going longer than we thought. Probably another week.” He said quietly over the phone, I could hear the boys in the background. I was nine months pregnant, I didn’t want him on the run to begin with. Club comes first though.
“Are you kidding me right now!” I yelled through the phone, rubbing my belly, the baby was restless. Running out of room.
“I know babe. I know. Call Gemma if anything happens. I will be home as soon as I can be.” He hung up after this. I was beyond pissed. I moved towards the couch, my stomach cramping some. The doctor told me that was normal at this point in the pregnancy. Practice contractions she had said.
Two days later….
I was trying to make myself some tea, the light cramping I had been having on and off the last few days, seemed suddenly worse today. I picked the mug up, slowly moving back to the couch. Just as I managed to dial Gemma’s number, I felt a gush of liquid between my legs. “Shit” I whispered. “Pick up Gemma” I muttered. I decided against sitting down, instead moving towards the bedroom. I had to stop for a moment holding to the wall as a contraction ripped through my abdomen.
“Y/N.” Gemma answered.
I cut her off before she could say more. “I need you to drive me to the hospital.” I said quick. Trying to suppress a groan. This baby wasn’t waiting.
17 hours later…
I had been in labor for so long that I was ready to cut the kid out myself. Gemma was calling to guys trying to get them to send Kozik home, or at least let him hear the birth of his kid. I think she was more tired of me snapping at her. “Babe?” Kozik questioned when Gemma held the phone to my ear.
“I am going to kill you” I whispered dead serious.
“I know” he said. I could hear the smirk on his face. “The little girl we are going to have makes you killing me worth it!”
(I have never had a kid, but this is what I managed to write tonight. Hope its ok)
“You should be nice to me. I just saved your life.”
I stood in the corner of the dorm room trying to pack away all my stuff. The man whose life I had just saved started to make sounds. I didn’t turn around though just kept doing what I had been. “You fucking whore what did you do to me!” I suddenly heard, as a glass shattered just by my head.
“You should be nice to me. I just saved your life” I snapped at him. I knew he was hopped up on the pain killers and was probably disoriented, but still. I grabbed my bag and left the room. I went out to the bar motioning for a show of whatever.
“Princess what’s the noise about?” Jax asked coming over to me.
“Apparently I am a whore” I stated flatly. I cut him off before he could say anything though, “I get it I’m a hang around. I like you boys, but I have a job. I save lives.”
“I know” he said before standing up. “Clay” he nodded his head moving away.
“Princess” he wheezed some the bullet wound causing him some pain. “Didn’t know it was you” he sighed.
“Next time I won’t save you” I snapped before walking out. “Get back in bed!” I yelled just before the door shut behind me.
I stared at the stick in my hands, pregnant it read. “Shit” I groaned, I had known what it was going to say I had hoped though that it would be wrong. I couldn’t believe that the carefully laid plans had just failed. I grabbed my keys and headed straight to TM. Pulling into the lot, I saw a few bikes were missing, but my Dad was sitting by the picnic tables smoking.
“Y/N what are you doing here baby?” he asked moving towards me.
“I need to talk to you Da’” I whispered nodding towards the clubhouse. We headed straight towards the dorms where he unlocked his dorm ushering me in.
“What is it?” he asked me when he shut the door.
“We have to tell them.” I said reaching for my purse. “We can’t lie to them anymore. I can’t hide this.” I said handing him the test. “You’re going to be a Grandpa” I said, watching the tears well up in his eyes. “I need to tell him dad. I need to be able to share who this baby’s father is. I can’t make my kid hide, what happens if they make a mistake. Dad it’s time to tell the truth.”
“I know baby. We should’ve told them years ago.” He whispered into my hair holding me close, as the scared tears finally made their way down my face. Suddenly the door opened, we pulled apart quick, I wiped my face hoping no one had noticed.
“Y/N baby are you ok?” my Old Man said moving towards me after making sure the door was closed.
“Yeah. Yeah. I just have some big news is all. And well it’s time to tell them all.” I said smiling through my tears. I nodded towards my Dad so that he would hand him the test. “Babe your… you’re going to be a Da’” I smiled, watching his face grow into an ear-splitting smile. Then it faltered. “Yeah. We must tell them all. Tonight’s dinner is probably the best time they’ll all be there.”
Pulling up to Gemma’s and Clay’s on the back of my Dad’s bike. I knew this would be it. “Do you want me to be in there when you guys come in?” he asked looking between me and my Old Man. I nodded grasping his hand tight. I was nervous, we had hidden our marriage for three and a half years. I had been with him even before he had moved down from Tacoma. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this, but it would be the best for our baby.
“Ready?” he asked in his gravelly voice, holding my hand tight. We gave it two minutes before heading for the door.
“No” I whispered as he reached for the door knob. The door opened and he stepped in first holding tight to my hand. We were both wearing our rings on our hands tonight, instead of on the necklaces. I had worn a shirt that showed off the crow tattooed across my right shoulder. We paused when everyone got quiet, staring at us. “Hi everyone.” I whispered. My dad nodded at me from the back of the group. “We have something to share with you.” I continued.
“I can see that” Clay said leaning back in his chair.
“Ummm… Well. I am married. We are married. Have been for three and a half years now. Ummm…” I paused getting more nauseas as I spoke. “And well we decided to finally tell you all because… Happy and I are having a baby” I said in a rush before turning and heading towards the closest bathroom.
“Congrats Brother” I heard Clay say just before I started throwing up and just after that my hair was being pulled back for me.
You were dressed in your monster onesie, playing on the floor with your stuffies. Mulan was playing in the back ground, you were humming along to the music. You were home alone for the moment. Daddy had club business to attend to, but he should be home soon.
You didn’t hear the bike pulling into the driveway, you were so engrossed in your stuffies. Suddenly you heard, “Well aren’t you just a cutie pie” in his heavily accented voice.
You got up quick running to him, “Daddy!” you screeched, your paci falling out of your mouth.
