Coming Home

Chapter 7

Leilani's POV

It's been 3 weeks since the club left to Ireland and I haven't spoken to Juice except for the 2 times he asked about the baby. I've already thought about names but still undecided. I'm brought back to reality by Tara. "I didn't know Juice even owned a house." She says, letting out a chuckle. I smile and giggle too. "I know, I thought he like, lived on his bike" I yell her. Setting the boxes down. "Oh Hon, I got them you shouldn't be straining yourself" She explains. "From what you've told me, apparently you shouldn't be either. Any word from Jax or Gem?" I ask her. She shakes her head and heads back to the van. "Piney said he spoke to Clay, everyone's whole. They know where Abel is. Jimmy O has him and won't give him up until he has safe passage to the U.S. so I'm guessing they'll be home within a day or two." She states setting more boxes down. "Well are you okay?" I ask her, rubbing her shoulder. She nods and smiles on, faking it. "I just- how am I suppose to see Jax around or more so, I don't know what to do about this" She says, pointing to her stomach before leaning against the counter. "You know he's just upset about Abel. As soon as he's home he'll come crawling back to you. He always does." I say, unboxing stuff. "It just sucks that once they're back home, they go right back inside. Birth alone? I mean at least my mom would've been by my side." I explain, thinking of my mom. Tara hugs me. We've grown close lately. "You do know, for someone so young, you certainly are old." She says to me smiling. I laugh and continue to unbox things. "That's everything. I've got to head to the hospital but call if you need anything" She tells me, waving as she walks out I nod and wave back to her. Juice's house felt. Bare. Like he had basics. TV bed. Couch
Table. Fridge. Stove. That's it though. Where was pictures or anything to put on the walls. I start searching the house. I make my way into the bedroom, noticing just a sheet, one pillow, and a thin throw blanket. I search the drawers for anything to make the walls less bare. When I open the night stand I find a gun, condoms, and a pack of gum. I shut the drawer and head for the closet, opening it. "You do know going through someone's stuff is an invasion of privacy right? More so, you do know you're breaking and entering?" Someone says from behind me. I stand up, facing a woman who was tall, skinny, and very beautiful. "I'm sorry. I'm not breaking and entering? Juan gave me the keys and my stuff is in the boxes you passed before you came in here." I explain, holding my stomach. She looks down and scoffs. "So you're the reason he hasn't returned my calls?" She questions, leaning against the door frame. How could she effortlessly walk in those heels? "I'm confused. Are you an Ex of Juice's?" I ask, sitting on the bed. My feet are killing me. She laughs, almost like a hyena. "Honey, I'm not an ex. I'm the fiancé.  And if you're looking for photos, he doesn't have any." She explains, holding up her hand to show a diamond ring. "Look. I don't want trouble. I'm pregnant.  Juice told me I was welcome. Whatever went down between you two I'm sure his story will be different" I tell her, standing up in the process. She smiles and walks towards me. "Just let Juice know to call me when he's home." She says, turning to walk out. "Name?" I ask. She turns her head to face me. "Excuse me?" She states, anger fuming from her voice. "Your name. I can't tell Juice anything if I don't have a name to give." I say to her, placing my hands on my hips and stretching my back out a bit. "Regina." She states, walking out of the door. I scoffed. The leader of the mean girls is Juice's ex. Makes sense. I grab the phone and dial juice's cell. It rings and rings. No answer. I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed. Maybe he was knee deep in some Ireland gash I guess.

Juice's POV

"Everything's loaded were ready to hit the airport." I tell the guys. "Juice, do a double check.make sire we didn't forget anything." Jax says, handing Abel to Gemma.  I nod and head towards Maureen's door. My phone rings again, probably just Regina being a psycho still. I ignore it and head inside, doing a double take of the house before heading back down stairs. Everyone is loading up. I follow suit and get in the van.

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I'm woken up to Tig telling me we're back. The plane ride was long and the jetlag was killer. I checked the time, four in the morning. I wonder if Lani had moved in yet. I check my phone. Four out of 7 missed calls are her. Shit. I thought it was that crazy pornstar again. I try calling Lani, but there was no answer. I sigh and step off the cargo plane. Following everyone towards the cutless and the van Piney is waiting by. "Let's get some sleep boys. We got a big day tomorrow." Clay says, throwing his bag in the van. Jax sets his stuff in the cutless with Gemma's and Abels. I throw my bag in the van, hopping in with everyone else. Piney takes off, dropping us off one by one. When we get to my house, there are no lights on. I step out, grabbing my bag and head for the door. I unlock it, heading inside. "Lani?" I call out, she doesn't answer me. I set my bag on the couch and head for the bedroom. When I get there, she's sound asleep, wrapped in the covers that are new. I smile and undress, crawling into bed next to her, wrapping my arm around her. The only time I can hold her is the early morning before I go to prison. Jesus.

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"YOU RATTED?!" Bobby yells at Jax, shoving him. We're placed into hand cuffs, everyone's yelling. I turn to see Lani running towards us. The Fed's go to shove her. "Wait she's pregnant, asshole!" I scream, trying to break free from the others. He let's her through and she cups my face. "I'll be here Juice. I promise. We'll both be here when you're back. I love you" She says, kissing me before the cops rip us apart. Gemma and Tara are sobbing as Lani slugs over to them. Gemma holds them both, holding her composure. Surely Jax won't make it out of county.

Leilani's POV

"They'll be out in no time We'll be okay, right?" I ask Tara and Gemma.  Gemma shudders and I look up. "The club found out Jax ratted. He won't make it to tomorrow morning." Tara chokes out. There's no way. Jax would've never rat the club out. Would he? The huge prospect walks over to us, handing Gemma and Tara letters. "Jax said to give these to you. And don't open them up until he's gone" He says to them, walking back towards the clubhouse. What was going on? Did Jax really rat? Stahl takes one look at us and smiles before getting into her car. What a bitch.