What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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As life in Charming started to get back to normal for Chibs and Juice things were also unraveling. For several days now they'd been so busy with club stuff they hadn't seen each other at all. Juice was running some merchandise to Tacoma with some of the other boys and Chibs was holding down at the cabin. He'd been part of the decision to send Juice to Tacoma instead of having him stay at the cabin. He didn't want Juice to be a part of the disaster that was taking place.
Every night for three nights now he'd called to check in with him, and every time Juice seemed more distant. Their cute lovey texts slowed a bit and Chibs grew concerned. He tried to write it off, they were busy, they were adults not love struck teenagers who needed constant contact. That didn't actually stop the worry in his gut.
He sat next to Tig and Jax at the small table in the cabin sipping a coffee. He knew tonight was the night, Jax just had to call it. It was time for Clay to turn in his cut. He was out, he'd done too much damage. Clay walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and sitting with them, he filled his cup.
"Jax, I want you to know you'll make a fine president. I've always loved you son." He stood, clapped Jax on the back and walked into the living room. He knew why they were there. Specifically the four of them, no other reason than to patch him out.
Jax nodded at the other two and grabbed his gun from his hip. Chibs sent a message to a prospect, letting them know they'd be needed soon for clean up. Tig stood next to Jax silently as Jax collected himself for his mission.
This wouldn't be his first kill but he was his step father and that counted for something. "If you don't want to do it, let me know. I got you." Tig whispered into his ear as Chibs joined by his side.
The entire process was draining emotionally. When it was over and Clays cold body lay on the floor Jax began to come undone. They all came undone, silent tears falling as they mourned the loss of who was once a great friend and leader. Who was now a hateful, cold, traitor who lay dead on the floor. No longer a Son.
When the prospects arrived Chibs excused himself to head back home. Tonight he needed more than a quick "Hey, I love you" conversation with Juice.

He kicked off his boots and shrugged off his cut, cracking open a beer he slumped down onto the couch. He opened his phone and scrolled through his unread messages. He had a few from Opie about the run and the rest were from Juice. He smiled as he looked through the messages. He'd felt like his lover was pulling away from him, in reality he was trying to protect himself. He detailed in a message how he was sorry for being so short, it hurt less being away if he didn't think about them. This made Fillip a little sad for him but he also understood.
Fillip went to the other messages.
7:37Pm: Juice: I miss you. I can't wait to be back.
8:26Pm: Juice: I know you're busy, we just stopped to eat. Will you call me tonight though?
11:48 Pm: Juice: Daddy...
11:49Pm: Juice: just wanted to let you know we're bunking down for the night. We head home tomorrow so I should be home in a few days. I hope you're alright. I love you.
11:52Pm Chibs: Hey lovey. I'm sorry for not replying, I couldn't. I miss you. I just got home from my run with Jax and Tig, I'm gonna shower and then ill call you. I'm glad you're doing okay.
11:54Pm Juice: DADDY!!!!! Hey! I'm happy to hear from you. Go clean your dirty ass and then call me. I'm in my room by myself right now, sharing with Bobby tonight. Everyone is out at some bar, I didn't want to go.
Chibs looked at the message and laughed. He took the fastest shower he could trying to hurry so he could talk to his lad. Less than five minutes he was drying off and pressing call.
"Hey Daddy. You're all clean now?"

"Yes, I'm all clean now. Ye had yer shower?"

"Yep. All cleaned up. Too bad you had to wash yourself Daddy."

"That's alrigh' lad. Ye being a good boy?"

"As good as a Son on a run can be." Juice giggled.

"Good. I'm so glad ye will be home soon Juan. I miss ye. Talking to ye feels good."