~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

Juice is pacing back and forth in his room, a worried expression on his face. He keeps checking his phone, anxiously waiting for a message from Leighton. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and he jumps, startled.

"Hey, Juice, you in there?" It's Chibs, his voice muffled through the door.

"Yeah, come in," Juice replies, trying to sound casual.

Chibs enters, noticing Juice's restless state. "Everything okay, lad? You seem a bit on edge."

Juice hesitates, then decides to confide in Chibs. "I... I have a date tonight. With Leighton."

Chibs raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his expression. "Ah, that's great news! But why the worry?"

Juice sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I'm just... worried about Clay finding out. You know how he feels about me and Leighton. I don't want to cause any more tension in the club."

Chibs nods understandingly. "I get it, but you deserve some happiness, Juice. Don't let Clay's opinions hold you back."

Juice nods, feeling a bit reassured. "Thanks, Chibs. I just hope everything goes smoothly tonight."

Chibs claps him on the shoulder. "It will, lad. Just be yourself and enjoy the moment."

With Chibs's words of encouragement, Juice feels a bit more at ease. He knows the road ahead won't be easy, but he's determined to take this chance at happiness, no matter the consequences.

***

Bellatrix sat in the office, wrapped in the comfort of Tig's sweatpants and yesterday's shirt, a massive messy bun perched atop her head. She craved chocolate, the sweet indulgence calling to her as she tried to focus on the task at hand. She enjoyed the soothing smell of "Tig," which was the smell of leather conditioner, Polo Red cologne, and Marlboro Menthol 100's smoke. Since he was out with Juice doing repossessions today, that was as close to a hug from Tig as she was gonna get. As she worked, Bellatrix fell deeper and deeper into cataloging, so far that she didn't hear Tig's loud footsteps walking into the office.

"Hey, punkin', how ya feelin'?" The ex-marine's voice broke through Bellatrix's focus, startling her out of her cataloging trance. "Like somebody's trying to scoop my uterus out with a grapefruit spoon," she groaned, pressing a hand to her tummy.  "Close your eyes, babe," Tig said, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled a whole carton of Hershey's Special Dark chocolate from behind his back.

Bellatrix couldn't help but laugh at Tig's surprise. She closed her eyes obediently, the image of the chocolate carton vivid in her mind. She felt Tig's warm hand place the carton in her lap, and she eagerly opened her eyes to see the treasure he had brought.

"Holy fuckin' fuck, chocolate!   " she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as she picked up a piece of chocolate. She unwrapped it slowly, savoring the moment before taking a bite. The rich, dark chocolate melted on her tongue, filling her with a sense of comfort and contentment.

"Thank you, Tiggy," she said, leaning over to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. Tig smiled, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Anything for my girl," he replied, wrapping an arm around her shoulders

*

Bellatrix's aversion to blood was strong, whether it was from her monthly cycle or from her duties as the club's enforcer. The scent and stickiness of blood made her skin crawl, and the thought of dealing with it sent a shiver down her spine. Normally, her immediate reaction would be to retreat to the shower to wash away the feeling of blood, but at that moment, she found herself unwilling to leave Tig's comforting embrace.

Laid out on her back, with Tig gently kneading her belly in an effort to ease her discomfort, Bellatrix tried to focus on the sensation of his touch rather than the unpleasant thoughts of blood. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, willing herself to relax despite the nagging pain. She began to squirm uncomfortably, weary of wallowing in a mix of blood and sweat. Tig abruptly stopped, sensing her discomfort. "Hey, bug," he said gently, "why don't we go ahead and get you in a bath?" His voice was soothing, offering a reprieve from the discomfort.

*

Bellatrix sank into the warm water, letting out a contented sigh. Tig sat beside the tub, watching her with a soft smile. "Feel better, bug?" he asked.

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Get your big ass in here and hold me, you know the drill," she replied,a slight snip in her tone.  Tig shed his clothes quickly and stepped into the tub behind her. He settled in behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Bellatrix leaned back into him, resting her head on his chest. "Can you believe Dawn and Fawn actually thought they could stop you?" she  remarked, her voice filled with amusement, as she turned to Tig. "My girls have always thought they had some hold over me because they're my daughters, but they only see me as a walking ATM," Tig said, his tone tinged with disgust.

Bellatrix chuckled softly. "I'm sorry, babe, but if it makes you feel any better, you are old enough to be my dad," she said, lightening the mood with her playful humor. Tig replied mischievously, "Hey, I'm your daddy, not your dad."

Bellatrix laughed, leaning in closer to Tig. "And the whole damn club knows it," she whispered, her tone filled with amusement and affection.

***

Leighton and Juice cruised through the quiet streets of the small town in Leighton's Maserati, the engine purring as they passed by quaint houses and local shops. The town was asleep, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, creating a serene atmosphere.

Leighton glanced over at Juice, a smirk playing on his lips. "Enjoying the ride?" he asked, knowing full well Juice was.

Juice grinned, the thrill of the fast car and the peacefulness of the town combining to put him in a good mood. "Definitely beats our usual scenery," he replied, leaning back in his seat and taking in the sights.

They continued to cruise through the town, the night passing by in a blur of lights and shadows. For a brief moment, they were just two friends enjoying a late-night drive, leaving their worries behind.

As they turned a corner, they came upon a small park bathed in moonlight. Leighton slowed the car and pulled over, gesturing towards the park. "Wanna take a break? Stretch our legs for a bit?" he offered.

Juice nodded, intrigued by the idea. They got out of the car and strolled through the park, the cool night air refreshing after the warmth of the car. They found a bench and sat down, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.

Leighton glanced at Juice, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You know, Juice, sometimes it's nice to just get away from it all, even if it's just for a little while," he said, breaking the silence between them.

Juice nodded in agreement, taking in the tranquility of the park. "Yeah, it really is," he replied, grateful for the chance to unwind and clear his head. They sat in companionable silence, enjoying the moment of peace before returning to the hustle and bustle of their lives.