Hello everyone! This is my first fan fic I have written since high school so please bear with me. I am just writing for fun. This is my first time using this site also, so please bear with me in the process.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Sons of Anarchy, just my OC. Any similarities between other fanfic stories is completely unintentional- I promise!

Please enjoy!

Warning: Smut!

"Don't stop!" Ana cried out as he thrusted his hips up causing his cock to hit just the right spot inside of her.

"Don't think I could if I tried," Juice whispered in a strained voice, as he gripped Ana's petite hips harder, possibly hard enough to leave bruises.

He was so close to his release and watching Ana ride his hard cock to her's almost sent him over the edge. He desperately tried to hold off, thinking of anything... anything that would stay his impending orgasm for another couple minutes. He closed his eyes and screwed up his face and thought of how to rebuild an engine. What was probably only seconds, but felt like hours to Juice, he opened his eyes when Ave exclaimed, "I'm gonna... come!"

That was something Juice never wanted to miss witnessing. God was she beautiful when she orgasmed, especially when she was on top. The flush of her pale complexion. The way her light brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. Her ever so faint scar just between her perfect handfuls of breasts. Her mouth forming a perfect "O" shape. Her soft moans turning into soft cries. The way her tiny, petite figure would tense up right before her release.

He just could not get enough of this woman... even though she was supposed to be completely OFF LIMITS!

THREE WEEKS LATER...

"Suck it up, Ana. You are a big girl. You got yourself into this mess," Ana thought to herself as she pulled into Teller- Morrow Garage.

When she first saw the "Pregnant 4+ Weeks" on the Clear Blue Easy pregnancy test she freaked... well freaked was putting it lightly. She completely panicked. She wasn't sure how to tell anyone, let alone Juice. They had never really discussed being together exclusively. They were just having fun together. Nothing serious. How was she going to tell him? The one time she mentioned having kids was a long time ago, before they started hooking up. He plainly said he never thought of having kids and didn't think he ever wanted any because of "the life".

So, she did the only thing that came to her mind at the time and started to completely avoid him. He of coarse noticed over this past week what she was doing, but he had no idea why. In fact everyone noticed she wasn't around the garage as much. When people started calling her to see where she was, she simply stated she was working over time at St. Thomas and wasn't getting much sleep.

Juice had called and texted her numerous times but got either the same answer or some generic answer, like she couldn't talk right now. Sometimes she just ignored the call or text completely. He was getting totally frustrated with her behavior and he had no idea what to do.

But today, after her HCG level came back that she was at least 10 weeks pregnant, she had to figure out what to do. She knew her options. After all, she was a nurse. She knew if she was going to end the pregnancy she would have to do it soon. But, just the thought of her ending her own baby's life made her more nauseated than she already was. She knew, deep down in her heart that she wanted to keep it, she just hoped Juice would feel the same.

As she got out of her car, her heart rate sped up seeing his bike in the row of motorcycles all lined up. "Not a great day to not take my heart meds," she thought to herself as she put her hand to her chest and took some deep breathes to try to slow it down. Of course, once she found out she was pregnant, she had stopped taking her anti-arrhythmic medications because of the possible effects on the baby. She was still waiting on her cardiologist's office to get back to her with an appropriate medication to take.

Surveying to lot, she noticed Happy sitting on the picnic table smoking a cigarette and talking to Tig.

"Hey guys," she greeted when she walked up to them. Happy just nodded to her.

"Hey Lil Bit!" Tig exclaimed. "Nice to see you. Haven't seen you around much!" He grabbed her into a bear hug.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I've been..." she started.

"Busy with work and saving lives," Tig interjected. "We know. We heard."

"Yeah," she confirmed. With a huge sigh she continued, "Have you guys seen Juice? I need to give him these DVD's back." She produced a couple DVD's from her purse that was slung over her shoulder. She brought these for a back story; a sort of excuse to see Juice without anyone getting suspicious.

"Dorm," was all Happy said and jerked his head toward the clubhouse.

"Thanks," she said and walked into the clubhouse.

It took her a minute, once walking into the clubhouse, for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Once she was able to see well enough, she walked down the hallway to his dorm.

She knocked on his door lightly, "Juice?" No answer.

She opened the door slowly, afraid of what she would find on the other side. She wasn't dumb. She had been around the club her whole entire life. She knew what they did behind closed doors. She knew it was not very smart to open a door without being invited in, but she just wanted to get this over with.

As she stepped inside of his obsessively neat room she saw that the bathroom door was shut. She could feel her anxiety and her heart rate getting slightly out of control. Her hands started shaking and her breath started getting short.

"Juice?" she said a little bit louder than she meant to due to her panic settling in. "Damn heart condition!" she cursed to herself.

"Ana?" Juice answered as he opened the bathroom door. He stood there, dressed only in jeans and looked fresh out of the shower, with a confused look on his face. His confusion turned into concern when he saw Ana. The look on Ana's face showed sheer panic.

"Ana, what's wrong?" Juice questioned holding his hands up to show he wasn't going to hurt her as he slowly started walking towards her.

She took a couple steps backwards as he advanced. Ana dropped the DVD's she was holding onto for dear life in order to clutch her chest. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her ears, every breath was becoming an extreme effort and her chest started developing shooting pains.

"Ana, you are scaring me. What is wrong?" Juice questioned in a low tone, closing the space between them.

"I can't..." Ana started and quickly turned toward the open door and slipped out into the hallway. She took off toward the bar with Juice close on her heels.

"For fuck's sake Ana! Talk to me!" Juice exclaimed, grabbing her arm as they reached the bar and spinning her around.

The world continued to spin around and around as Ana's legs became weak and gave out from under her.

"Shit!" Juice exclaimed when she hit her head on the edge of the bar on her journey to the floor.

At that moment, Tig and Happy rushed in to see what all the commotion was about.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Tig yelled when he zeroed in on Juice holding an unconscious Ana. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Juice explained as he maneuvered his grip on Ana, so he could carry her bridal style over toward the couch. "She came into my dorm room and..."

"You didn't touch her did you, you little shit? I'll kill you if you did," Tig threatened, pointing a finger in Juice's face.

"WHAT!?" Juice exclaimed. "Fuck you Tig. I didn't touch her. I didn't do anything!" Juice defended himself as he laid Ana on the couch in the corner of the club house.

"I'll get Gemma," Happy said and was out the door.

FOUR HOURS LATER...

Everyone was there waiting in the waiting room of the St. Thomas Emergency Department. It was always intimidating to the nurses when they saw a large room full of bikers with kuttes on their back. They were even more worried about their friend, Ana, who worked in their department on occasion.

"Ana Teller's family?" a younger doctor came into the waiting room none too soon because Gemma was just about to start throwing things.

"Yeah?" Gemma stood up and approached the doctor.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Langston. I'm in charge of Ms. Teller's case," he offered a hand to Gemma which she accepted.

"What can you tell us, Doc?" she motioned around the room so he would know that everyone in there was family and he could address them as such.

"Ms. Teller is fine. She apparently stopped taking her heart medication that she takes for her heart condition about a week ago. That caused today's episode. Her heart rate was too high and irregular that her blood pressure dropped causing her to faint. Her head is fine. She will just have a small bump on the back of her head from where she hit the bar. But nothing to be concerned about."

"That's great, Doc," Gemma said, sounding relieved. "Anything else? When can she come home?"

"We are going to keep her here for another day or two on the Medical floor in order to monitor her heart rate and the baby's condition," the doctor explained.

"Baby?!" Gemma exclaimed. "What?!"

"Yes, Ma'am. Ms. Teller is about 10 weeks pregnant. Excuse me, I have to attend to other patient's now. She should be settled in her room in an hour or so and you can see her then. Right now she is resting," the doctor explained and made a quick exit.

Gemma turned to her room full of family with a look shock. "I had no idea!"

"From the look on everyone's face, Ma, I don't think any of us had any idea either," Jax commented as he put an arm around his mother's shoulders.

Luckily, Juice was off sitting in a corner and no one had their attention on him. He just sat there stoic like, color drained from his face. Normally, due to his ADHD, he had a million and one thoughts going through his head at once, but right now just one thought was going through it...

"Holy fucking shit! I'm a dead man."