~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

Bellatrix sat in her office at the mechanic shop, a heavy feeling in her chest. She couldn't shake the sadness that had settled over her since the dream. Naming her non-existent son after his father and grandfather had seemed like such a natural choice in the dream, but now it just reminded her of what she longed for but didn't have. She sighed, staring at a picture of her and Tig on her desk, lost in thoughts of what could have been.

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, the sound of the garage bustling with activity outside seemed distant and muffled. Bellatrix absentmindedly twirled a pen between her fingers, her mind replaying the vivid images from her dream. She could almost hear the laughter of her son, almost feel the weight of him in her arms.

A knock on the door interrupted her reverie. Happy poked his head in, a concerned look on his face. "Everything okay, B?" he asked, noticing her somber expression.

Bellatrix forced a smile. "Yeah, just lost in thought. What's up?" she replied, setting the pen down and leaning back in her chair.

"Just wanted to see if you needed anything. You seem a bit off today," Happy said, stepping into the office and closing the door behind him.

Bellatrix sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Just dealing with some stuff. Thanks, Hap. I'll be fine," she said, offering him a reassuring smile.

Happy studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright, well, if you need anything, you know where to find me," he said, turning to leave.

As he walked out, Bellatrix's thoughts drifted back to her dream. She couldn't help but wonder if it was a sign of things to come or just a cruel trick of her subconscious. Either way, she couldn't shake the longing in her heart for a family of her own.
***

Gemma watched Bellatrix from a distance, her gaze piercing and knowing. She could see the weight of something heavy on Bellatrix's shoulders, something that tugged at her heart and clouded her eyes with unshed tears.

Approaching quietly, The matriarch sat down next to Bellatrix, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You're thinking about him, aren't you?" she asked softly.

Bellatrix looked up, her eyes brimming with emotion. "How did you know?" she whispered, feeling a mix of relief and sadness at being understood.

Gemma gave her a knowing smile. "Because I've been there, honey. I know what it's like to long for someone you've never met, to feel their absence like a physical ache," she said, her voice filled with empathy.

Bellatrix felt a surge of gratitude towards Gemma. Despite their differences, Gemma had a way of understanding her in a way that few others did. "I just can't shake the feeling that I was meant to be his mother, that he was meant to be here with us," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Gemma squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Maybe he was, in some way. Maybe he's out there, looking down on you, proud of the woman you've become," she said, her words offering a glimmer of comfort in the midst of Bellatrix's sorrow.

Bellatrix leaned into Gemma's touch, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. In that moment, she knew that she wasn't alone in her longing, that there was someone who understood the depth of her pain. And for that, she was grateful.
***
Days later, Bellatrix finally broke. iIt was messy. She was in the middle of a speech during a club meeting, when she heard Abel's cries from outside the chapel doors. Tears welled in her eyes as her brother rose from his seat to tend to his son.

Bellatrix paused, her voice catching in her throat as she heard Abel's cries. She looked around the room, feeling the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. Clay, sensing her struggle, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Take a moment if you need to, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with understanding.

Bellatrix nodded, blinking back tears. "I... I just need a minute," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She stepped away from the table, wiping at her eyes as she made her way outside. Once in the fresh air, she leaned against the wall, the sobs finally escaping her.

Inside, the club members exchanged concerned glances, understanding the depth of Bellatrix's pain. Clay stood, addressing the group. "Let's take a short break," he said, his voice steady. "We'll reconvene in ten minutes."

As the others filed out, Tig lingered, watching Bellatrix from a distance. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but he knew she needed this time alone. He vowed to be there for her when she was ready to talk.

Happy beat him to it. Before Tig could even blink, Happy was already headed outside with a beer in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Talk to me,Chiquita." he said

"I don't want to talk about it, Hap. It doesn't do me any good," Bellatrix said, taking the bottled water from him.

"That's a husband line, don't think you can pull that with me and get away with it. You burst into tears when you heard your nephew cry. I'm no therapist, but I'd say that's a sign that you're still grieving," Happy said, his tone gentle yet firm.

Bellatrix sighed. "I had the baby dream, you know, the one where I wake up and long for motherhood. But that was days ago, and I still can't shake the longing feeling."

Happy leaned against the wall, contemplating Bellatrix's words. "You ever think maybe it's not just a dream, but a vision of what could be? I mean, you and Tig, you're like family to me. I've seen you with Abel and Thomas. You'd make a great mom," he said, his voice sincere. Bellatrix looked up at him, surprised by his words. "Thanks, Hap. That means a lot," she said softly.

"You're welcome, kid. you good now, or no?" he said

Bellatrix nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, I think so. Thanks for listening, Hap," she said, grateful for his understanding."

Bellatrix stepped back into the clubhouse, feeling lighter than she had in days. She made her way to the bar, where Tig was sitting with a few other members, and slid onto a stool next to him. Tig glanced over, noting the change in her demeanor. "You okay, darlin'?" he asked, concern etched in his features.

Bellatrix smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. "Yeah, I think I am," she replied, placing a hand on his arm