Fate

Bars + Fights = Disaster

GRACE'S POV

I went to Bridget's room and she was wearing a tight black dress with matching black heels. You still couldn't see her baby bump, it was too early.

"Holy shit, Bridge. You look hot," I spoke as I looked at her.

"That's the point. Can't go wearing maternity clothes to a bar. That wouldn't be very attractive, now would it?"

"I guess not... but are you trying to meet somebody?" I asked a little confused.

"Well no, but I'm not gonna be locked up and have no fun just because I'm pregnant. You know that's not me."

She's right. She can't sit around and do nothing all day, but if she does, that's how you know something's wrong. She's definitely an outgoing person and won't try to hide it.

"Well I guess you're ready to leave then?" She nodded and walked past me, straight into the car.

I went into my room and slipped into a simple off white dress that flowed down just above my knees and a silver pair of heels.

I walked out of my room to find James sitting there waiting for me as usual.

"Alright let's go," I said as I was walking out the door.

"Not with you looking like that," he laughed.

I grunted. "I'm not changing so can we please just leave?"

"Then you're wearing my jacket."

"Fine!"

I snatched his jacket and threw it on. Anything to get him to leave without a fit. I'll take it off when we get there...

James was driving and we went to a place called "The Bar" Very original, I know. But walked in a little after eight. For so early, the place was pretty packed. It was bike night to make it even better, so a bunch of motorcycles were lined up near the door. I counted twenty-four and that was just the amount I could get to before I got to the door.

Bikers. Everywhere. Leather jackets, and the color black which made Bridget fit right in. I walked in and just stood there looking around. I'm the only person in this place wearing white.

James sensed my uneasiness and grabbed my hand as we walked to some open seats at the bar. All I felt were eyes on me and hated it. I got a few whistles at me and James' grip around my hand tightened.

He pulled my chair out for me and sat down. "James, promise me there will be no fighting tonight."

"No promises, but I will try my hardest to keep the fists away," he said ordering himself a beer. "Margarita on the rocks?" he asked me, knowing exactly what I'd want. I nodded.

Bridget was on the other side of me but had gotten up to use the restroom five minutes ago. I looked around for her and she had already gotten stopped by someone.

One thing I forgot to mention: these weren't gross bikers with long beards and gigantic guts, these were young, hot, biker guys. Many girls with them too, but there were the occasional guys with no dates. A decent amount of them actually.

Bridget was stopped by a tall muscular guy with a fantastic jaw line. I just needed to keep an eye on her. Well mostly him... Yeah he was hot, but something was off. Momma G is coming out.

James snapped me out of my stare as our drinks arrived. I took off his jacket.

"Please keep that on," he said, setting it around my shoulders. "There are too many people looking at you already and my temper won't be that easy to keep down."