It was around lunchtime when Tig walked into Shawn's room. He saw Shawn sitting criss cross on the bed, eating lunch off a tray in front of her and Juice sat on the bed across from her. They looked up when he came in and Juice stood off the bed to stand next to Shawn.
"Shawnie."
"Hi, Dad."
Tig walked over to her. She lifted her arms and Tig bent down to hug her. "Hi, sweetheart. How are you? You feeling okay?"
"I'm sore still, but um, Dad?" Shawn said and looked up at Juice, who nodded at her. "I... We have something to tell you."
Tig looked at Shawn, then Juice, then back at Shawn. "You're kidding me?"
"I'm pregnant," Shawn told him.
"Wow," Tig said. "Wow, really? I can't believe you're doing this to me. I mean, I am not old enough to be someone's grandpa."
"Seriously? I'm older than you were when I was born."
"Thank God because if you got pregnant at 19, I'd have to kill Juice."
"You were 20 when I was born," Shawn pointed out.
"I was 19 when we made you, though."
"Juice, please take over this conversation. I'm getting grossed out," Shawn said and Juice chuckled.
"Just say congratulations, Tig," Juice told him.
"Look at this guy thinking he can tell me what to do," Tig said. Shawn gave him a look, so Tig held out his hand to Juice. Juice took it and shook it. "Congratulations, man."
"Thanks," Juice said.
Tig kissed Shawn's forehead. "Congratulations, baby."
"Thanks, Dad."
Tig hung out with them for a little bit before his phone rang. After he hung up, he told Shawn he had to go and gave her a kiss goodbye. Then he looked at Juice. "Can I talk to you out in the hall?"
Juice glanced at Shawn before answering. "Sure."
He followed Tig out of the room and stopped short when Tig suddenly turned and had his finger in Juice's face.
"As much as I want to knock your head off for knocking up my daughter, I'm not going to do that."
"Okay?"
"Because after you stayed in her room for one night, she's suddenly herself, again."
"I didn't do much," Juice admitted.
"She's seeing people. She's eating. And she let me touch her. Jax said when he tried to touch her she nearly jumped out of her skin," Tig said. "I hate to say this, but you must be good for her."
Juice's eyes teared up. "Thanks, man."
"Don't you dare cry. If you cry, I will never be able to make another gay joke around you."
"And that's supposed to make me not want to cry?"
"Fine. If you cry, I will dunk my balls in your mouth til you gag. At least then you'll have a reason to cry."
"And he's back."
"I have to go. Something's going on with the cartel."
"Uh, do they need me?" Juice said, hoping he'd say no. He didn't want to leave Shawn.
"No, Jax said they're taking you off the cartel shit for awhile. Just worry about her."
"Oh, alright. Cool. I will."
Tig left and Juice went back into the room.
"Everything okay?" Shawn asked.
"Yeah, he just wanted to threaten to dunk his balls in my mouth for knocking you up," Juice joked.
"He did not."
"In a round about sort of way, he did."
Juice went to sit in the chair, again, but Shawn made a face that stopped him.
"Sit with me?" She asked.
Juice smiled and nodded as he moved to sit on the bed. He placed his hand on her stomach. "I'd give you anything you want right now."
Shawn covered his hand with her own. "You and this little bugger are all I need."
The door opened as Tara poked her head in. "I saw Tig leave. Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Shawn told her.
"Good," she said and came the rest of the way into the room. "I'm going to let you go home."
"Really?"
"Would you rather stay?"
"No, I want to go home."
"Alright then, I'll have some paperwork you'll need to sign," Tara told her then looked at Juice. "I'd like her to not drive at least for another day or two. Just until she's not so sore."
"Not a problem," Juice said and Shawn looked up at him. "Your car is here. I'll drive you home."
"What about your bike?"
"V-lin can drive Rat over in the van, then Rat can bring it to the house."
"Okay, if you say so."
"I say so," Juice told her.
Tara got the papers and Shawn signed. She tried to refuse the wheelchair out, but Juice insisted. He went ahead and got her car while Tara waited with Shawn, then helped her into the car and drove them home.
Juice carried her bag into the house as he lead Shawn inside. Since he was in front of her, he didn't see the way she hesitated at the back door. He set her bag down on the floor and turned to look at her as she approached the kitchen island. Shawn lightly rested her hand on the stool, remembering how she had thrown it to the ground to try to slow him down.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Juice asked.
Shawn shook her head. "Not yet."
"Okay."
"What happened to him?"
Juice had thought about what he'd say to her when she asked. He considered telling her the truth, but he was afraid of how'd she would react. Worst case, she could be angry with him, but he didn't think she would be. He didn't see her taking the news well, though. She would probably feel guilt even though she had no reason to. Shawn turned to look at him when he was taking too long to answer.
"I don't know," Juice answered. He told himself it wasn't a complete lie. He really didn't have any idea where Happy had put him. "You said not to look for him and I didn't."
Shawn nodded, accepting his answer. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay, I'll carry this up for you." He followed Shawn up the stairs with her bag and set it on the bed. She went over to the closet and grabbed her robe from the hook, then she hesitated. "What's wrong?"
"You don't want to see me undressed right now. I'm kind of a mess."
"Okay," Juice agreed. "I'll, uh, make dinner?"
"You can't cook," Shawn pointed out.
"I can make some stuff," Juice defended himself.
"Alright," Shawn told him and he went down to the kitchen.
He heard the water in the bathroom turn on and looked in the fridge. He panicked as he tried to figure out what he could make. There was a knock at the front door, so Juice closed the fridge door and went over to answer it.
"Hey," Gemma said when he opened the door. She held up two grocery bags she was carrying. "Tara told me she released Shawn earlier. Figured you guys would need a few things."
"That's perfect timing."
"Yeah, I'm good like that. There's a few more bags in the car."
"Okay," Juice said and stepped outside to get the bags while Gemma went to the kitchen to begin putting stuff away. He carried the last four bags inside in one trip and closed the front door with his foot. He set the on the island and saw Gemma take a bottle of wine out of one bag.
"Thought she might need a drink after all this," Gemma explained.
"Shawn can't have that."
"Why not? She on meds or something?"
Juice smirked. "No."
"Wow. Really?" Gemma asked she realized what Juice was saying. "If you don't mind me asking... you sure it's yours?"
"Tara did a test."
"Well, in that case," Gemma said and stepped towards him to give him a hug. "Good for you, baby."
"Thanks, Gem. Now I just have to figure out what to feed her."
"Well, if you can boil water, there's pasta sauce and spaghetti in there."
"I think I can manage that."
"I'll give you two some space," Gemma said. Then she picked up the bottle of wine. "I'll take this with me, too."
"Okay," Juice chuckled. Gemma left and Juice began cooking dinner for Shawn.