~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕤𝕚𝕩

Bellatrix and Tig sat at a small table outside the ice cream parlor, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Tig watched his wife as she savored her ice cream, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Hey, Trixie, I've been thinking," Tig began, his voice tentative. "I know how much you want to be a mom, and I want that too. But I can't shake this feeling of dread, you know? After what happened before..."

Bellatrix reached across the table, taking his hand in hers. "I know, Tiggy. I think about it too. But I also know that we can't let fear hold us back. We've been through so much together, and I believe that we can handle whatever comes our way."

Tig squeezed her hand, a mixture of fear and hope in his eyes. "I want to believe that too, baby. I just don't know if I can handle going through that again."

Bellatrix smiled softly. "We don't have to decide right now, Tig. Let's just enjoy this moment, and when the time is right, we'll know."

Tig nodded, a sense of peace settling over him. He knew that whatever they decided, they would face it together.

As they sat there, finishing their ice cream, Bellatrix and Tig talked about their hopes and fears for the future. They reminisced about their wedding day and the happiness they had felt, and they dreamed about what their family might look like one day.

"I want to be a mom so badly, Tiggy. I want to have a little one running around, calling you Daddy," Bellatrix said, her eyes shining with emotion.

Tig smiled, brushing a stray hair from her face." You already do that,babe. I want to see you with our child, being the amazing mom I know you'll be."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying each other's company. Eventually, they finished their ice cream and headed back home, their hearts full of hope for the future.

***

Gemma searched the entire clubhouse, but there was no sign of Bellatrix or Tig. She checked all their usual spots, growing more concerned by the minute. She decided to ask around, hoping someone had seen them. After questioning several members, Gemma still had no leads. She realized she needed to expand her search outside the clubhouse.  She decided to check with some of their regular haunts in town, starting with the diner where they often grabbed breakfast. The waitress hadn't seen them. Next, she checked the mechanic shop, thinking they might be working late, but it was deserted. Growing more anxious, Gemma called some of their friends, but no one had seen or heard from them. As the hours passed, Gemma's worry turned to fear. Where could they be?

Gemma's frustration was palpable as she threw her purse down. She had searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Tig or Bellatrix. She sank into a chair, feeling a wave of worry wash over her.

"I GIVE UP!" she hollered, the frustration evident in her voice. "Where the hell are they?"

Happy's voice cut through the tension in the room. "Maybe they're just at their house, doing whatever it is they do when they're not here," he suggested, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. Gemma nodded, realizing that might be the case. She stood up, determination in her eyes.

"I'll go check on them," she said, heading for the door. "If they're not there, I swear I'll turn this town upside down until I find them."

As Gemma picked up her purse and walked out to her caddy, the Tacoma man picked up his phone and dialed his psycho friend. Tig picked up on the second to last ring, "Hello? What's up, Hap?" he said, rather out of breath.

"Hey, man. Where are you?" Happy asked, his voice serious.

"I'm at home, doing my wife, what else would I be doing on a saturday afternoon?" said Tig, Matter of factly

Happy nodded even though he couldn't be seen. "Well, your mother in law is on the way out there now, she's been looking for you two all day, so i'd suggest getting decent. I'm pretty sure she's about 30 milliseconds away from calling in the calvary." He said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Tig's heart skipped a beat. "Shit, okay, thanks for the heads up." He hung up the phone and quickly got dressed, a sense of urgency driving him.

Bellatrix on the other hand was confused. "Why are you getting dressed honey?" said the woman, from her spot in the bed.
"Gemma's been looking for us all day, and she's on her way here now," Tig explained, rushing to pull on his clothes.
"Oh, so why are you getting dressed. Just put a robe on, she'll get the hint. Hell, You could just tell her what we've been up to all day." she said.
Tig chuckled, appreciating her humor even in the midst of their situation. "You know Gemma. She'd probably still barge in here demanding answers. Better safe than sorry," he replied, pulling a shirt over his head

As Tig finished getting dressed, he walked over to the bed where Bellatrix was still lying. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'll go deal with Gemma. You stay here and relax," he said softly.

Bellatrix nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Tiggy. Just make sure you tell her the truth. We were just enjoying some quiet time," she replied, her eyes reflecting her gratitude.

With a final reassuring smile, Tig left the room to intercept Gemma, leaving Bellatrix to relax in bed, grateful for her husband's understanding and their ability to navigate even the trickiest of situations with humor and love.

As Tig made his way down the hall, the doorbell rang, repeatedly. As he opened the door, there stood a rather exasperated Gemma.

Gemma's face was flushed with frustration as she stood on the doorstep, her hands on her hips. "Where have you two been?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

Tig glanced back at Bellatrix, who had followed him to the door. She looked just as confused as he felt. "We've been at home. What's going on, Gemma?" Tig asked, trying to keep his tone calm.

"I've been looking for you two all day! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" Gemma exclaimed, her frustration evident.

Tig exchanged a puzzled look with Bellatrix before turning back to Gemma. "We didn't hear from you. What's happened?" he asked, concern creeping into his voice.

Gemma sighed, her anger momentarily deflating. "I'll explain inside. We need to talk," she said, stepping past Tig and into the house. Tig and Bellatrix exchanged a worried glance before following her inside, unsure of what awaited them.

"Feel free to help yourself to the fridge for a drink." said the older man.
Gemma walked over to the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water, as she looked her stepdaughter up and down. "Holy Moses! You two have been here all day doing each other! That's why nobody's been answering me! I'm so sorry to bother you!" she said, the realization setting in.

As Gemma processed the situation, Tig spoke up, trying to diffuse the tension. "It's okay, Gem. We just lost track of time," he said, gesturing for her to sit down at the kitchen table.

Bellatrix, now fully dressed, joined them at the table. "Yeah, we were just relaxing, you know how it is," she added, trying to lighten the mood.

Gemma chuckled, shaking her head. "I swear, you two are like a couple of teenagers sometimes. So, There's a rumor going around that you two are trying to start a family. on purpose this time." said the matriarch,

Tig and Bellatrix exchanged a surprised glance before looking back at Gemma. Bellatrix spoke first, her tone cautious. "Where did you hear that, Gem?"

Gemma shrugged, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, you know how it is in this town. Gossip spreads like wildfire," she said cryptically.

Tig chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, it's not entirely untrue," he admitted, glancing at Bellatrix. "We have been talking about it, but nothing's set in stone yet."

Bellatrix nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, we've been discussing the possibility," she said, her voice soft. "But we want to make sure it's the right decision for both of us."

Gemma's smile widened. "That's all I needed to hear," she said, patting Bellatrix's hand. "I just wanted to make sure you two were on the same page. Starting a family is a big decision, and I know you'll both make wonderful parents when the time comes.