~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖

Bellatrix and Tig stepped into the elegant bakery, where the air was filled with the enticing aroma of freshly baked cakes. They were greeted by a pastry chef who led them to a table adorned with a stunning display of wedding cakes.

"Welcome! I'm thrilled to assist you in selecting your wedding cake," the pastry chef exclaimed, presenting them with a menu. "Please, indulge in our samples and let me know your thoughts."

Excitedly, Bellatrix began scanning through the menu, her eyes alight with anticipation. Tig, content to let his fiancée take the lead on this decision, watched with amusement as she deliberated over the options.

After sampling several flavors, Bellatrix's eyes lit up with inspiration. "I have an idea," she said, turning to Tig with a grin. "What if we have a six-tiered amaretto-flavored cake, with a cascade of black, grey, deep purple, and light purple icing roses?"

Tig's eyebrows raised in surprise, impressed by Bellatrix's creativity. "What ever you want, DollBaby.," he replied..

With Bellatrix's vision in mind, they finalized the details with the pastry chef. As they left the bakery, Bellatrix couldn't contain her excitement, thrilled to have found the perfect cake for their special day.

***

Bellatrix sat at her bar, the soft glow of the dim lights casting a warm ambiance around her. She sipped on a glass of red wine, enjoying its rich flavor as she flipped through a stack of wedding invitations. Each one was meticulously designed, but she was searching for something that resonated with her vision for the big day.

Her goal was clear: to feel like a goth biker fairy princess on her wedding day. She wanted the invitations to reflect her unique style and personality, while also fitting in with the overall color scheme of the wedding.

As she sifted through the options, one invitation caught her eye. It featured intricate black lace detailing, accented with deep purple roses and hints of silver. The design was elegant yet edgy, perfectly capturing the essence of her vision.

With a satisfied smile, Bellatrix set aside the invitation, knowing it was the perfect choice. She couldn't wait to send them out and share her excitement with her loved ones. With every detail falling into place, she felt more and more like the goth biker fairy princess she had always dreamed of being on her wedding day. "Tiggy, honey, come look at this one and tell me what you think," she called out, her voice carrying through the house to where Tig was on the back porch.

Tig entered the room, the scent of the outdoors clinging to him, evidence of him cooking dinner on the grill. A wet rag hung over his bare shoulder, and in his hand, he carried a Budweiser, a familiar sight.

"What's up, babe?" he greeted Bellatrix, his voice warm and inviting. He leaned in to inspect the invitation she held, his interest piqued by her excitement.

Bellatrix raised the invitation for his inspection, a smile lighting up her face. "Do you think this fits our vibe?" she asked eagerly.

Tig studied the invitation, taking in its intricate details. "It's perfect, just like you," he said, planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. Bellatrix chuckled, feeling a mix of love and self-deprecation.

"Quit telling me I'm perfect. I can't even do simple woman tasks like carry a baby. Does that sound perfect to you?" she teased, letting out a snort.

Tig's expression softened at Bellatrix's words, understanding the weight behind them. He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "Hey, being perfect doesn't mean being flawless, Trix," he said softly. "It means being exactly who you are, flaws and all. And to me, you're perfect because you're you."

Bellatrix's eyes softened as she looked into Tig's, feeling a swell of emotion in her chest. She leaned into his touch, grateful for his unwavering support and love. "Thanks, Tiggy," she murmured, her voice filled with love and appreciation.

Tig pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his love for her evident in the gesture. "Anytime, babe," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.

The large man walked away, back to the grill, leaving Bellatrix lost in her thoughts. She was contemplating the complexities of perfection and imperfection when the doorbell began to ring like crazy, jolting her out of her reverie. Curious, she made her way to the door, wondering who could be so insistent. Opening the door, Bellatrix was greeted by Dawn and Fawn, who both looked absolutely livid. "DADDY!!" they screeched in unison, barreling into the house. Bellatrix's eyebrows shot up in surprise at their sudden appearance and the intensity of their greeting. "What in God's everlovin' name are y'all two doing here?" Bellatrix exclaimed, her surprise evident in her voice.

Tig walked in from the back porch, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Girls, what the hell are you yelling for?" he said, his tone a mixture of concern and annoyance.

Dawn and Fawn exchanged a glance before Dawn spoke up. "We're here to talk some sense into you," she said, her voice sharp with disapproval.

Fawn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, what she said. This whole wedding thing is a mistake, and we're not going to stand by and let you ruin your life," she added, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. Bellatrix let out a loud cackle of disbelief. "Wait. Y'all really think your grown-ass man of a father is gonna listen to y'all? Oh, y'all heifers are so damn funny," she said, shaking her head in amusement.

Fawn shot daggers at Bellatrix. "Shut up, tramp. We refuse to let our father marry some biker brat like you," she spat, her voice laced with contempt. Bellatrix's face split into a grin. "Oh, then you're gonna pee your pants when I tell you I miscarried his baby," she snickered, her tone filled with mischief.

Dawn ran to comfort her father. "Oh, Dad! I'm so sorry for your loss. You must be heartbroken," she said, her voice filled with sympathy.  Tig stood there, unfazed by Dawn's attempt at consolation. "You shouldn't be comforting me; you should be comforting your new stepmother," he said calmly, before turning on his heel and walking back out to check on the steaks he was grilling.The twins stood there, baffled by Bellatrix's remark, as she headed for the front door. "It's time for y'all to leave. Daddy only made enough for me and him," she quipped, knowing that her affectionate term for the twins' father would gross them out. With a smirk, she held the door open, waiting for them to leave