Missy sighed as she walked into the empty house. It was a long day and she was excited to just put her feet up. That was until she heard the rumble of a motorcycle roll down her street.
"Fuckin, Trager!." She growled as she got up and met him at the door.
She watched as he parked his bike and take his time. She rolled her eyes as she watched him saunter up her walk way with his stupid grin she loved so much.
"What do you want?" She asked as soon as he was within earshot.
"Still mad?" He asked as he pulled her into him and planting a smacking kiss to her lips.
She pulled away a little and gave him a little pout. "You totally forgot my birthday." She reminded him.
He dipped his head a bit in shame and nodded. "I'm sorry, doll." He apologized for the third time that day. "Let me make it up to you. We can go get some dinner and you and me can do whatever you wanna do."
Missy thought it over for a second and agreed. "By dinner, you mean an actual sit down dinner with silverware and table clothes?"
Tig snorted and let her go so she could change. "Yes. We can do the fancy thing." He said as he walked into the house with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Just move that perfect ass."
She let out a giggle as he landed a tap to her ass and headed towards her bedroom. She had been with Tig long enough to know that his vision of a romantic dinner was the diner in the center of town.
Earlier that day…. "Will you stop for two seconds?" Tig called out to his now fuming old lady.
Stopping dead in her tracks, Missy whipped around and glared at him. "You do remember what today is right?"
He stopped and thought for a second. He couldnt understand why today was so important to her. "I dunno, Missy. Friday?"
She let out a little growl and headed for the office and slammed the door and locked it before he could get in. Gemma's brows raised, she looked at the fuming woman. "Trouble in paradise?" She asked, amusement laced her voice.
Missy sunk down onto the old tattered sofa across from her friend. "He forgot my damn birthday." She pouted.
Gemma snorted a little and shook her head. "Baby, I'd be surprised if he even remembered his own."
She sat up and sighed. "I know, I just thought that maybe he would have thought of someone else other than himself for once."
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Tig smirked as he turned back towards the clubhouse. He knew exactly what today was. He just didnt want her to think he did. Passing by Bobby, he stopped him. "Hope you know what you're doing, brother."
Tig chuckled and headed inside. "I know exactly what I'm doing."
Walking into the main room of the clubhouse he called for Half-Sack. "Everything good for tonight?" He asked the prospect.
Sack smirked and nodded. "Reservation is made for eight and Gemma said the cabin is all set up."
Tig clapped him on the back and headed into the chapel with the others as Clay called for church.
That night….
They rode down the old back road without a care in the world as they headed towards Missy's favorite Italian restaurant. He felt her tighten her arms around him and he smiled. He would never have guessed three years ago that he would be happy with the same woman. Missy had a hold on him from the minute he laid eyes on her three years ago. As they pulled up he heard her gasp. "How did you swing this?" She asked as they got off the bike and headed towards restaurant.
He shrugged and flashed her a sly grin. "You really think I forgot your birthday?" He asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him and saw the amusement written all over his face. "Alexander trager! Why would you do that?"
He let out a laugh when she tried to shove him. "Cause I love it when you're pissed." He said as he wiggled his brows.
She laughed as the waiter seated them. "You just like the make up sex."
He flashed her a sly grin. "You're not wrong."
The night went on smoothly. They laughed and enjoyed themselves. It felt like it had when they first met and got to know one another. As they poured themselves out of the restaurant, Missy slipped her arms around him and purred in his ear. "Take me home Tiggy."
Tig didnt have to be told twice. He smiled as they mounted the bike and after she gave him a tap to know she was ready he headed for the cabin.
Missy noticed the direction they were going and got close to his ear. "Why are we going to the cabin?" He gave her hands a squeeze and turned down the old dirt road that led to the cabin. He hoped that this went as well as he had imagined. As they pulled up to the old cabin, he could see the soft glow coming from inside.
"C'mon, baby." He said as he held out a hand for her.
She took his hand with curiosity in her eyes. "What's going on?" She asked.
He led her into the cabin and smirked when he heard her gasp. The fire was lit, the candles burning and on the table was a bouquet of her favorite flowers along with her favorite dessert. "Oh, Tiggy!" She sighed as she leaned in and took a sniff of one of the flowers.
He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him, planting a kiss to her plump lips. "Happy Birthday, Doll."
She smiled wide and her arms slipped around his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair. "You know what would make this amazing night even better?" She asked.
When he shook his head she whispered into his ear. A smile slowly crept onto his face as he listened to what she was saying. He dropped and lifted her up over his shoulder eliciting a little squeal and a giggle. I gave her a birthday slap on the ass before grabbing the dessert and heading towards the bedroom.
