~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

The uncomfortable lumps and uneven surface of the clubhouse couch reminded Bellatrix and Tig why they usually avoided sleeping there. Despite their exhaustion, they tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. Bellatrix sighed, shifting for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Tig, remind me again why we thought crashing here was a good idea?" she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration.

Tig let out a grunt of agreement, his own discomfort evident as he tried to find a more accommodating spot on the couch. "I have no idea, babe," he replied, his voice muffled by a throw pillow he had pressed against his face in an attempt to block out the discomfort. "But I think we might need to reconsider our sleeping arrangements for future late nights at the clubhouse."

As Trixie climbed atop Tig, using him as a makeshift mattress, she let out a contented sigh. The cushioning effect of her husband provided some relief from the unforgiving couch.

Tig chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around her. "Better?" he asked, knowing full well that she was more comfortable using him as a bed than lying directly on the couch.

Trixie nodded, snuggling into him. "Much better. Thanks, Tiggy," she replied, closing her eyes as she finally found a comfortable position to rest.

***

The couple was rudely awakened hours later by their nephew, Abel, yelling, "Auntie Bellatrix!"  Bellatrix rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as she looked at Abel, who stood at the foot of the couch with a mischievous grin. "What's going on, Abel?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

Abel's grin widened as he held up a drawing he had made. "Look what I drew for you, Auntie Bellatrix! It's a picture of you and Uncle Tig on your motorcycle!" he exclaimed, his excitement palpable.

Bellatrix's heart melted as she looked at the drawing. It was a simple but heartfelt depiction of her and Tig riding together, the wind in their hair and smiles on their faces. "Wow, Abel, this is amazing! Thank you so much," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Tig, who had also been roused from his sleep, sat up next to Bellatrix and ruffled Abel's hair affectionately. "You're a talented artist, buddy. Thanks for sharing this with us," he said, his voice warm and genuine.

Abel beamed at the praise, clearly pleased with himself. "You're welcome, Uncle Tig! I'm gonna go show Grandma Gemma now," he said before darting out of the room.

Bellatrix and Tig exchanged a smile before settling back down on the couch, the warmth of family filling the room despite the early hour.

"You want some coffee, bug?" said Tig as he stood and headed for the kitchenette

Bellatrix stretched, feeling the stiffness from sleeping on the couch. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks, Tig," she replied, watching him head towards the kitchenette.

As Tig busied himself with making coffee, Bellatrix took a moment to appreciate the quiet of the early morning. She thought about Abel's drawing and how much it meant to her. Despite the challenges and chaos of their lives, moments like these reminded her of what was truly important.

Tig returned with two steaming mugs of coffee, handing one to Bellatrix before sitting down beside her. They sat in comfortable silence, sipping their coffee, Until Bellatrix spat out her coffee " Babe, where's my creamer?" she said, pointedly.  Tig looked at his wife, confused. "It's in there, what do you mean?" he asked, gesturing towards the kitchenette where the coffee creamer was kept. Bellatrix chuckled, shaking her head. "No, no, I mean, did you put it in the cup?" she clarified, pointing at the coffee cup on the counter. Tig's eyes widened in realization, and he quickly grabbed the creamer, pouring it into the cup before handing it to Bellatrix. "Sorry, babe, I'm still half asleep," he said sheepishly. Bellatrix laughed, accepting the coffee. "It's okay, I forgive you. Now, let's get some coffee in me," she said, taking a sip.

***

As Bellatrix and Tig entered their house, they were greeted by the sight of Gemma bustling about, a cleaning rag in hand and a determined look on her face.

"What's all this, Gem?" Bellatrix asked, surprised by the intense cleaning session.

Gemma looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just making sure everything's perfect for you two," she replied, her voice warm.

Tig walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. "Thanks, Gem. We really appreciate it," he said, squeezing her tightly.

Gemma hugged him back, patting his back affectionately. "You two deserve the best," she said, pulling away to look at them both. "How was the honeymoon?"

Bellatrix smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the memory. "It was amazing, Gem. We had such a great time," she said, her eyes shining.

Gemma's smile widened. "I'm so glad to hear that, sweetheart. You two make a beautiful couple," she said, her voice full of warmth and love.

Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting their conversation. Tig went to answer it, only to find Happy standing on the doorstep, a serious expression on his face.

"What's up, Hap?" Tig asked, stepping aside to let him in.

Happy walked in, looking around the room. "We got a problem," he said, his voice gravely "SAMCRO business." Bellatrix rolled her eyes " Yeah, fuck that. We ain't doin' that shit." she said.

Bellatrix stormed through the house, her mood darkening with each step. She could hear the chatter of voices coming from the living room, where Gemma and the others were gathered. Ignoring them, she made her way to the bathroom, intent on her mission.

As she turned on the water, she could feel the tension slowly melting away. The hot water cascaded over her, washing away the frustrations of the day. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment of peace.

Just as she was about to step out of the shower, she heard the bathroom door open. Tig walked in, a playful grin on his face. "Mind if I join you, babe?" he asked, already starting to undress.

Bellatrix couldn't help but smile. "AbsoFuckinLutely, please do,". She nodded, stepping back to make room for him.