June 20th - Dita, Juice, and Collete Visit

Dita smiled as she brought Collete into the visiting room to meet Juice for the first time. It had been a week since Collete was born and already she was growing. She was a healthy 8 ibs 6 ounces (one pound heavier) and she had a full head of Juice's raven black hair; whispy and straight like her mother's. She shared their olive skin and had tiny flecks of green in her eyes. To Dita, she was heaven sent. Whenever Dita was at her saddest, all she had to do was look at Collete and things were perfect.

She held Collete close and smiled as she listened to her coo lightly in her sleep. Dita was still sore from the delivery and was slowly trying to get back to her old routines before she got pregnant.

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Juice buzzed with impatience waiting for the guard to unlock his cuffs. When he was lose he bounded over to his wife and daughter. She was perfect, a combination of them both. He stroked her tiny head and kissed Dita.

"My god, she's perfect," he breathed.

Dita kissed him gently as she handed Collete to him carefully, "She is a good baby; seldom cries..." She smiled as Collete cooed in her father's arms, "Your mom called the other day. I sent her some photos by e-mail and now she has the itch to meet her. Your sisters too apparantely."

Dita had developed quite the relationship with Juice's mother and his sisters the last couple of months. His mom would call often to check in on her and make sure everything was okay. Honestly, his mom's calls made her days a lot brighter.

He smiled, "Maybe we could fly them out when I get home?"

He took his tiny daughter and a few tears slipped down his cheek. He inspected her fingers, her nose, her tiny eyelashes; all he wanted in the world was to go home with them right now. He pulled Dita into an embrace.

She kissed his neck gently before looking back down at Collete, reaching up to straighten her little summer dress. Her voice dropped, "I gave the evidence and testimonial from Rat to the attorney. She is meeting with the judge today. Babe, I think you both will be out of here soon."

He looked at the unsuspecting guard, "God I hope s," he whispered.

He kissed her back on the mouth.

"Hopefully we know soon I can't stand the thought of you guys at home without me," again he nervously rubbed his neck, a habit he'd picked up after a month on the inside.

She reached up and stroked his hair, "We are fine. I promise. Phil and Tig check in with me every night. Happy watches the baby when I have to work. We are both safe."

He sighed, "I know, but I want to be the one there doing those things. I'm missing everything, rotting away in here."

Dita sighed, tears welling up in her eyes as well, "I know baby...god, I miss you being there. Especially at night. It's hard to sleep without you."

"I know, first thing we do is hire a babysitter and sleep for a week,"he laughed

Dita smirked, "Just sleep?"

" no not just sleep," he smiled.

Dita blushed as she continued playing with his hair, "You should keep the hair for a little while. I like to play with it."

He rubbed against her hand like a cat, "ok."

Dita tangled her fingers into his hair, gently pulling him in for a kiss.

Ignoring the guard, he moaned against her mouth.
"Yea, I get it. The hair stays."

Dita smiled, kissing him a couple times, "Not sure about the porn stache though..."

He reached up and touched it, "Really? I like it. Ope said it looked good."

Dita smirked and leaned in a little closer so only he could hear her, "Well, unless he's the one planning on fucking your face, his opinion doesn't count."

He looked at her, speechless.

Dita blushed, "Um...yeah...word vomit. Sorry."

"No that was actually kind of hot."
he still staredd at her.

Dita's cheeks were as red as a candy apple at this point, "My therapist and Cor told me I need to be more sexually assertive...whatever the hell that means."

Juice thought about Corrie's sex life, "Uh, I'm not sure Cor is the best source for sex advice," he laughed, "But yea, that was assertive."

He kissed her on the mouth, hard.

Dita kissed him back until Colette started whimpering. She pulled back and got a bottle from her bag, handing it to Juice, "...so embarrassed." She mumbled softly.