~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Bellatrix had endured a day filled with back pain, and the frustrating chore of rolling around the office in a swivel chair. As if that wasn't enough, cravings had begun to assail her, along with unpredictable mood swings, Both Happy, Jax, and Chibs had been on the receiving end of what they thought was an absolutely unnecessary hissy fit because Jax didn't bring her a Dr. Pepper Icee and a big bag of Lay's dill pickle chips, when she hadn't even asked him to. Which brought the siblings to their current predicament. Bellatrix currently sat in her brother's lap, sobbing quietly. "Baby sis, how was I supposed to know you wanted a snack when you didn't tell me you wanted a snack?" said Jax, his tone calm and soothing.

Bellatrix said nothing in return; she just sobbed harder until she caught the smell of leather conditioner, Polo Red cologne, and Marlboro Menthol 100's floating through the air. Tig was nearby, and the tiny woman was determined to find him. She slid off her brother's lap, following the addictive scent of her fiancé, with her strapless lavender purple maxi dress flowing behind her. The men surrounding her were absolutely gob smacked, watching Trixie head for the chapel like a bloodhound on the scent. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that wee lass is pregnant, Jackie Boy," said the Scotsman. Jax's face contorted as if he had just sucked the sour out of a lemon. "I hope not. Tig knows I'll kill him if he ruins her life," he growled.

Happy finally spoke up. "Oh, but she is. I went with her to the first appointment. She's about eight weeks along," he rasped, slapping a large bear-paw-like hand over his mouth once he realized what he said. The Tacoma Killer's eyes widened in realization. "Shit! Do not say a word to anyone at all!" he exclaimed, panic evident in his voice. "She finally told Tig a few days ago. They don't want anyone to know yet. She'll kill me if she finds out I opened my big stupid gob." he said.

***

Bellatrix had successfully found her Tigger in the chapel with her father, discussing an issue with the Devils Tribe club that they had patched over a few years ago. She silently climbed into Tig's lap, burying her face in his neck and inhaling deeply. "Mhmff, you smell so good, Tiggy," she mumbled. "Thanks, mamas," ,said the older man, as he continued the previous conversation, the deep baritone of Tig's voice slowly lulling the tiny woman to sleep.

The two men carried on their conversation in a much softer volume, attempting to keep the tiny woman asleep, which failed as the resident intelligence officer came strolling in. "Hey Clay, uh, our-" The Puerto Rican was quickly cut off. "Shut the hell up, Juan Carlos," barked Clay in a hushed but gruff tone. "Can't you see our little enforcer princess is trying to sleep?"

Juice quickly quieted down, mouthing a "sorry" to Tig as he sat down. "So, our Irish buddies have a colleague they want us to meet. I did a background check on him. His name's apparently Leighton Kohen Kinkade. He's from Great Britain, super hot, he's got a great bod, and he's really into Latina men," said the intelligence officer, a hint of attraction in his tone.
***

Bellatrix was madder than a wet hen. She stood at the bar, folded at a 90-degree angle, staring at a double Crown Royal and Dr. Pepper. She knew she couldn't have it, but the fetus inside her didn't. Finally, she snapped up, snatching the drink off the bar, and stomped out to the wrestling ring. "Tiggy, babe, I need you to drink that and then kiss me," she demanded, desperately trying to curb her craving. Tig looked at his Ol'Lady confused as he reached for the highball glass. "Okay? I'm going to assume that you want to taste the liquor?" said Tig, confusion seeping into his words.Bellatrix shot daggers at Tig with her eyes. "You know what they say about assuming, don't you? It makes a n ass out of you and me," she snarled, obviously done with her fiancé's tomfoolery. The large man put the glass to his lips and took a few swallows before grabbing Bellatrix by the back of the neck and kissing her passionately. He could feel the tiny woman's legs give out, pulling away before she hit the ground. "Better, mama?" he asked shamelessly.

Bellatrix was absolutely enamored, opening and closing her mouth resembling a goldfish. "So very much better, Papa. I'm still not used to you doing that, and we've been together for going on 2 years," she said, blushing like mad.

*

Bellatrix stood in a dress shop in Stockton, being thrown white gown after white gown by Gemma, Lyla, and LuAnne, while Maggie, the owner of the store, stood idly by. She could tell Bellatrix wasn't interested in a big, fluffy white gown. "Ms. Morrow, why don't you try this one? Seems like it'll fit your style a bit better," she said, holding a lacy black gown. Bellatrix's eyes lit up like a forest fire, dropping every other gown in her grasp. "OH MY LORD!! I LOVE IT!" she exclaimed, reaching for the gown

The tiny woman darted towards the dressing room, shucking off her cropped leather jacket as she went. As soon as the door closed, and the women were sure that the bride-to-be couldn't hear them, they all began squawking. "Now why in the hell would she want to wear black to her own damn wedding?! That's like cursing the marriage from the start," said LuAnne, her tone full of snark and disdain.

Lyla nodded in agreement. "You know, it could be to hide all the extra weight she put on as of late. Trick's gettin' a lil' pudgy," she said, casting a quick judgmental glance at the others to gauge their reactions. Gemma gently popped the younger woman upside the head. "Well, if you must know, that 'extra weight' could quite easily be Tig's third daughter, so if I were you, I'd shut the hell up," she snapped, stepping to her pseudo-daughter's defense.