~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

As they approached the cabin, nestled deep in the woods, Bellatrix couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The cabin was rustic yet charming, with a large stone fireplace and a cozy living area. The scent of pine trees filled the air, adding to the secluded and romantic atmosphere.

Tig parked the car, and they made their way inside, eager to explore their temporary home. The interior was warm and inviting, with a comfortable bed, a well-equipped kitchen, and a spacious bathroom. Bellatrix couldn't wait to relax and unwind after the excitement of the wedding.

As they walked into the cabin, Tig scooped his bride off her feet, his eyes filled with love and adoration, as he carried her over the threshold  "I love you, Mrs. Trager," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"That's so fuckin' hot. " she replied, a smile spreading across her face. They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up by the fire, lost in each other's arms, grateful for the love they shared and the future that lay ahead.

***

Bellatrix snuggled closer to Tig, her head resting on his chest as they lay in bed the next morning. The soft light filtering through the curtains painted a warm glow in the room, and the gentle sounds of nature outside provided a soothing background melody.

Tig traced circles on her back, his touch light and comforting. "How are you feeling, my love?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

Bellatrix looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust"So damn good. You worked me over real good, Daddy." she said.

Tig grinned a shit eating grin, "Oh did I now?" He said ,brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms, content in the knowledge that they had found their forever in each other.

***

Bellatrix laid on a pool float, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin as she floated lazily on the pool.

she laid there, cooking in the sun, with cigarette dangling from her lip, as Tig emerged from the cabin, a towel slung over his shoulder. He smiled as he approached her, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife basking in the sun. Sitting on the edge of the pool, he dipped his feet into the cool water, enjoying the contrast of the coolness against the warmth of the sun. "Enjoying yourself, babe?" he asked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. Bellatrix nodded, a contented smile on her lips. "This is," she said, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Absolutely fuckin' perfect."

***

As Bellatrix and Tig rode back to Charming, the tension in the air was palpable. They had been enjoying their honeymoon bliss, but now they were returning to the realities of club life. As they pulled up to the clubhouse, they noticed Clay waiting for them, a stern look on his face. Bellatrix and Tig exchanged a glance, knowing that they were about to face some repercussions for their time away. Clay approached them, his expression unreadable. "You two got a lot of nerve disappearing like that," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just run off and do whatever you want?" Bellatrix squared her shoulders, meeting Clay's gaze head-on. "We needed this time, Clay. We needed to be together, away from everything," she said, her tone defiant. Clay's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can't just do whatever the hell you want. You're part of this club, and that means you have responsibilities," he said, his voice rising slightly. Bellatrix cocked her hip, " You literally rented the cabin for us!!" she snapped.

Clay's expression softened slightly, realizing the irony of the situation. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know. But things have been tense around here, and I needed you two to have some time to yourselves. But you can't just disappear without letting anyone know. We were worried about you," he admitted. Tig's eyes popped out of his sockets, " Clay. Are you gettin' fuckin' dementia?!?! You literally told us to go on the honeymoon, fucker." he said snappily

Clay's expression turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I might have forgotten about that," he admitted, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I guess I got caught up in everything that's been going on around here. My bad."

Bellatrix and Tig exchanged amused glances, both of them trying not to laugh. "It's okay, Clay. We should have let someone know we were heading back," Bellatrix said, trying to ease the tension.

Clay nodded, chuckling at his forgetfulness. "Yeah, you probably should have. But you're back now, and that's what matters. Just try to keep me in the loop next time, alright?"

The three of them shared a laugh, relieved that the misunderstanding was resolved. As they headed into the clubhouse together, Bellatrix and Tig were grateful for the understanding and forgiveness of their club president.

As the couple walked away from Clay, they couldn't contain their laughter, the tension of the moment evaporating into the night air. Their howls of laughter were almost derranged, echoing off the walls of the clubhouse. Bellatrix clutched onto Tig, unable to stop laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"I can't believe he forgot he sent us on the honeymoon!" Bellatrix gasped between laughs, shaking her head in disbelief.

Tig chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, old man must be losing his marbles," he joked, squeezing her affectionately.

The Trager Estate seemed miles away in the darkness of the night, and the thought of making the journey back felt daunting. Instead, Bellatrix and Tig decided to crash on the common room couch at the clubhouse. They were exhausted from the events of the day, and the comfort of the familiar surroundings was more appealing than the prospect of a long ride home.

They settled onto the couch, Bellatrix snuggling into Tig's side as they made themselves comfortable. The soft glow of the clubhouse lights cast a warm ambiance around them.

" Tiggy, I've always wondered this, but why me?" Bellatrix asked

Tig shifted slightly on the couch, adjusting his position to face Bellatrix as she spoke. He looked into her eyes, the soft light from the clubhouse accentuating the warmth in his gaze.

"Because you're you," he said simply, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You're strong, smart, and you don't take crap from anyone. But more than that, you've got a heart of gold, B. You care about people, even when you try to act tough."

He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're my partner, my best friend, and my love. I can't imagine my life without you in it, and I wouldn't want to. You're the one, B. Always have been, always will be."