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If I wrote a one-shot book for SOA but only from requests would anyone be interested in that and actually make requests?
SONS OF ANARCHY ONE SHOTS
Hey, everyone
I have decided to start taking requests to write oneshots in hopes of breaking through writers block/lack of motivation and just for a little fun. There will be a request form placed below for you to fill out if you want to put in a request. You can either message me or place it below in the comment section. But please note that all my stories are strictly 18+. If you want to check out my writing style first, go and check out my material list that is pinned at the top of my blog. Alternatively, go check out my wattpad account:
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SHADOWS OF THE PAST
REQUESTED BY: @willowsages-blog
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Synopsis
VIOLET TRAGER returns home after she was attacked by an unknown assailant. But when Tig gets a distressed call from his wife, he rushes home, only to find her being held at gun point by her ex-boyfriend, Kevin, who had been locked away in a institution for stalking Violet in the past.
PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING: I went in a different direction, more of an unconventional direction with Tig and Violet's relationship, destinyrene309, I hope you don't mind. In this story Dawn and Fawn don't exist and Tig was never married until marrying Violet of course.
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️: Smut and details of an attempted rape will appear in this chapter.
GUEST STARRING
Bill Skarsgard as Kevin
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Shadows of the Past | (meet the oc)
Violet Trager
(NATALIA DYER)
Name: Violet Trager
Occupation: Nurse
Age: 30
Physical Description:
Violet has a delicate, heart-shaped face framed by short, dark hair that falls just above her shoulders in soft waves, enhancing her classic look. Her large, expressive brown eyes give her an innocent and approachable appearance, often drawing people in with their warmth and sincerity.
Standing at a petite height, Violet's slender frame is accentuated by her choice of vintage clothing, which often includes fitted dresses and skirts that highlight her graceful figure. Her fair complexion has a natural, rosy glow, adding to her youthful and gentle aura. Violet's style is completed by her preference for soft, feminine fabrics in pastel colours, often accessorised with subtle touches of retro flair like lace gloves, pearl necklaces, and vintage-inspired heels.
Personality:
Violet is known as the sweet nurse, always eager to help those in need. Her nurturing nature extends beyond her professional life as she loves to bake and cook for her family, welcoming everyone into her home with open arms. She often describes herself as someone who helps everyone, embodying the true spirit of a caregiver.
Backstory:
Violet grew up on a small farm in the country, where she developed a deep love for family life, community, and the simple pleasures rural life had to offer. Despite her sweet and accommodating nature, Violet had a complicated relationship with her family, who never truly understood her. This discord led her to make the difficult decision to move away, seeking a life where she could be herself without the constant friction.
Although, she has distanced herself from her family and maintains no communication with them, Violet has found solace in creating her own family with her husband, Tig, and the members of SAMCRO. Her love for reading books provides her with a quiet escape from the chaos of her life, and her baking and cooking talents are a source of joy and comfort for those around her.
Relationship with Tig Trager:
Violet first met Tig through Gemma, who she had met through community outreach programs at St. Thomas. Gemma had been involved in various charity events and fundraisers, particularly those benefiting women and children, and the two women had struck up an unlikely friendship. Violet's nurturing nature and Gemma's fierce protectiveness formed a strong bond between them.
One Saturday afternoon, Gemma invited Violet to the clubhouse, insisting that she needed a break from her hectic work schedule. Violet was hesitant at first, knowing the reputation the Sons had in the small town, but Gemma had assured her that she would be safe.
Tig's charm and sense of humor, combined with the protective atmosphere created by Gemma and the SAMCRO boys, made Violet feel welcome. It was the beginning of an unexpected and profound connection that would soon grow into something much deeper.
Tig and Violet were married within the next two years and have been together for six years now.
Tig and Violet's relationship is a fascinating and complex blend of passion, loyalty, and unconventional dynamics that set them apart from traditional couples. Their connection is marked by an intense, almost magnetic attraction that defies the typical boundaries of love and partnership.
Tig Trager, a rugged and volatile member of SAMCRO, brings a wild, unpredictable energy to their relationship. His tough exterior and dark past are tempered by a fierce devotion to Violet, who is the calm amidst his chaos. Despite his often rough and dangerous lifestyle, Tig's love for Violet is unwavering, providing a softer, more tender side to his otherwise hardened persona.
Violet, a sweet and nurturing nurse with a penchant for vintage fashion, balances Tig's intensity with her warmth and kindness. Her petite frame and innocent appearance contrast sharply with the world of outlaws and bikers she has embraced through her marriage. Violet's ability to see the good in Tig, even when others cannot, creates a unique bond between them that is both deeply emotional and fiercely protective.
Their relationship thrives on a blend of traditional and non-traditional elements. On one hand, they share tender moments of domesticity - Violet cooking and baking for Tig, caring for him with the gentle hands of a nurse. On the other hand, they engage in passionate, sometimes volatile exchanges that fuel the fire of their connection.
Their bond is built on mutual respect and an understanding of each other's needs and complexities. While Tig's actions often test the limits of their relationship, Violet's ability to stand her ground and assert her power keeps their connection intact. They share a love that is raw and unfiltered, thriving on the edge of societal norms and finding beauty in their unique, unconventional dance.
Together, Tig and Violet navigate the tumultuous world of SAMCRO with a relationship that is as unpredictable as it is enduring. Their love story is a testament to the strength found in understanding and embracing each other's flaws, creating a partnership that defies convention and stands resilient against the challenges they face.
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SHADOWS OF THE PAST
VIOLET TRAGER pulled her car into Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair Shop, the familiar sights and sounds of the garage offered her a bittersweet sense of relief and dread. The clubhouse was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place where she could find solace amidst the chaos of SAMCRO. But after being stuck at Piney's cabin for a few days, hiding from an unknown threat, coming back felt like walking into a lion's den.
One night, after returning home from a long shift, Violet was struck on the back of the head, knocking her out instantly. When she came to, she found herself tied to a chair in her living room, with Tig kneeling in front of her, his face etched with concern. He had scared off her attacker when he arrived home that night, preventing the unknown assailant from causing any serious harm to his beloved wife. However, neither of them had seen the attacker's face. Until they identified who was behind the attack, Tig insisted that Violet stay at the cabin, while SAMCRO worked to uncover which enemy would target his ol' lady.
Letting out a sigh, Violet killed the engine and took a deep breath, her hand clutching the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity.
Stepping out of the car, her eyes darted around the bustling compound. Everything seemed normal, but Violet couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
Meaning, Chibs and Half-Sack had exited the garage, their casual conversation halting abruptly as they spotted Violet emerging from her car.
Half-Sack's eyes widened, his gaze trailing her petite figure, "Who the hell is that?"
Chibs smirked knowingly, "That's Tiggy's ol' lady."
"Wow," Half-Sack breathed out, mesmerised by her beauty, that radiated innocence mixed with a hint of elegance. "I gotta admit, she's giving me a serious chubby."
Chibs wasted no time, delivering a hard punch to Half-Sack's arm - no one talked about Violet that way. Much like Gemma, Violet was highly respected within the MC, serving as the club's go-to medical personnel. Her countless acts of literally saving lives had earned her their unwavering respect. Additionally, the cakes and treats she often baked them didn't hurt either.
"Ow!" the boy hissed, rubbing his sore shoulder. "What was that for?!"
"'A chubby', seriously?!" Chibs' voice raised, his eyes narrowed at the prospect in anger as he shook his head with disapproval.
"It's like a compliment, you know?" Half-Sack defended, having no idea what he had said that was so wrong. "'Cause she's hot."
"Stop," Chibs warned, pointing a stern finger in the boy's face, causing him to raise his hands in the air as Chibs made his way over to the girl, a concerned look taking over his features.
"What are you doing here, lass?" he rushed out, surveying the area for any potential threats as he pulled her off to the side. "It's not safe."
"I hate being all cooped up in that cabin," he whined; all she wanted was to sleep in her own bed with her husband. "It reeks of stale beer and pussy. Where's Tiggy?" she asked with a pout on her face as she glanced over the man's shoulder unable to see the man she loved anywhere.
An unreadable expression crossed Chibs' face, he knew exactly where Tig was, but he didn't think Violet would want to know, "Uh..." he stammered, trying to come up with a believable lie. "On a run."
Violet's eyebrow shot up, sending the man a 'really?' look, she didn't believe that for a second, "That's why his bike's here?" she retorted, pointing over to Tig's Harley that was parked in the line-up in front of the clubhouse.
Sighing in frustration, Violet shoved past him and started for the clubhouse, but Chibs was quick to grab her wrist, "Darlin', I don't think you want to go in there."
Violet simply looked down at her wrist and then back up at the older man with narrowed eyes, before yanking her arm back and making a beeline for the entrance - she was fuming.
"That's not gonna end well," Chibs declared, shaking his head. "Rest in peace, brother."
Tig Trager was a dead man.
Violet's heart pounded as she entered the clubhouse, a gnawing feeling in her gut. She navigated through the bustling bar area, her eyes set on the back hallway where the dorm rooms were located, ignoring the shocked greetings she received and the protests that tried to stop her from entering the dorms in an attempt to protect the girl's feelings.
Reaching Tig's door, Violet heard the unmistakable sound of moaning. Her blood boiled as she flung the door open. The sight before her made her vision blur with rage. Tig was on the bed with a crow eater, their bodies tangled in a compromising position.
Without a moment's hesitation, Violet stormed in, grabbing the crow eater by the hair and yanking her off Tig. The girl shrieked as Violet threw her to the ground, fists flying in a furious assault. Tig leaned back, a smirk of amusement playing on his lips as he watched his wife unleash her fury.
"You think you can touch my husband?!" Violet screamed, landing a solid punch on the girl's face. "Get out, you whore!"
The crow eater scrambled to her feet, clutching her clothes to her chest, and fled the room. As the door slammed shut behind her, Violet's rage turned on Tig, "You think this is funny?!" she shouted, shoving him hard in the chest. Tig stumbled back, still grinning.
"Come on, Vi, it's not what you think," he started, but she cut him off with a slap across the face.
"Not what I think? I just saw you with her!" she yelled, her hands balled into fists, before shoving him again, harder this time. "Do you think I'm blind or just stupid?!" And with that, she kicked him in the shin, making Tig yelp in pain.
Tig held up his hands in surrender, his expression shifting from amusement to a mix of frustration with a hint of desire. This side of his wife always got him riled up, "All right, all right! Would you just stop hitting me for a minute!" he chuckled nervously, taking wary step forward as Violet shot him a murderous glare. "You know these bitches mean nothing to me. They're just a release. I love you, Violet. You're my wife."
Violet's eyes blazed with fury and hurt as she punched him square in the face, causing his head to whip to the side, blood splattering out of his mouth, "You think that makes it okay?! You think saying you love me erases you having your dick in some whore's pussy?!"
Tig's simply rubbed his jaw as he turned to his wife, his eyes slightly darkened, "Baby, I'm sorry," he spoke more firmly now. "I know I messed up, but it's you I love," he said, reaching out to cup her face as he tried for a smile. "You're the one I come home to."
Tears of anger and betrayal welled up in Violet's eyes, "How many times, Tig? How many other times have you come home to me after being with someone else?"
Tig's silence was answer enough. He hung his head, unable to meet her gaze.
"How many?! Huh?! Tell me!" she snarled aggressively, her chest heaving with anger, while she shoved her husband hard in the chest over and over again until his back collided with the wall.
Before Tig could respond, Violet's fury morphed into something else entirely. She grabbed the front of his kutte, pulling him towards her into a hungry, desperate kiss. The intensity of her emotions ignited a passionate fire within her.
Tig's arms found her waist, lifting her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as her arms went around his neck, their lips never parting as they moved together with a fervour born of anger and need. Violet's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging hard as he carried her over to the bed. The air crackled with the raw electricity of their connection, each touch and kiss a battle for dominance.
As Violet's back hit the mattress, their lips mingled together in a chaotic mix of rage and desire. Tig's lips left Violet's momentarily, making her whine, before his hands gripped the top of her dress, tearing it open, leaving her body bare in front of him. A smirk crossing Tig's face when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Biting into his bottom lip, he took a moment to admire the view, before leaned over her and placing kisses down her body, before finding the waist band of her panties, gripping them tightly as he pulled them off with practise ease.
A squeal escaped Violet's lips when Tig yanked at her legs, pulling her further down the bed, before he gripped her hips and spun her around. Violet made sure to stick her ass in the air, her legs spread wide as she gripped the sheets, her head resting on the mattress, waiting for the moment her husband would enter her, the feeling she has been craving for days.
Tig's eyes shone with lust, his head tilting to the side as he took in the picturesque view in front of him, "What am I going to do with you?" he asked, biting into his bottom lip.
"Fuck me," Violet whined, the anticipation becoming too much as she made sure to wiggle her bum a little to entice her husband further.
Tig let out a raspy chuckle, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, giving her ass a big slap, leaving a red hand print on her right cheek, making his sweet girl yelp. Reaching over, he ran two fingers over her clit, feeling her wetness between them, "Jesus Christ," he cursed under his breath. "Already so wet for me." Licking his lips, he lowered himself, now running his tongue over Violet's folds, humming in delight at the taste of her delicious juices, sending a shiver down her spine as she let out a shaky quiver.
"No more teasing, Tiggy, please," Violet begged, her grip getting tighter on the sheets beneath her as she squeezed her legs together, thrusting her hips slightly, trying desperately to feel some sort of friction, her stomach churning with arousal and anticipation.
Tig growled, lunging forward, he gripped the back of her neck and pushed her down onto the mattress, forcing her legs apart as he took hold of his cock, hearing the moan slipped from his wife's lips as he rubbed himself over her clit.
Their breath hitched in both their throats as he entered her, his head snapped back and eyes closed; there was no other feeling like it, "Just what I needed," he groaned huskily. "My beautiful wife's pussy wrapped around my cock."
Violet moaned loudly as he grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it roughly as he started to thrust his hips nice and slow.
"I missed you, Tiggy," Violet whispered, her voice sweet with a hint of innocence, which was ironic seeing what they were doing.
"I'm gonna show you just how much I missed you, and you're gonna take it like a good ol' lady should, my sweet, perfect angel," he said as he ran his free hand over her delicate curves.
"Show me," her voice cracked as he started to quicken his pace.
That dark chuckle left Tig's lips once more, which was soon followed by Violet's sweets moans and small breathless curses that slipped from her usually angelic lips as Tig pounded into her tight pussy with animal intent, not holding back one bit.
The world outside was forgotten as the bed hit the wall hard, letting everyone know just what was happening inside Tig's dorm room. The intensity of their lovemaking was fuelled by the tempest of emotions swirling around them, a mix of anger, betrayal, and electrifying passion as Violet screamed her husband's name at the top of her lungs, her hands clenching into fists as she pounded them into the mattress as each thrust got her closer and closer to her sweet release.
***
Tig and Violet lay in each other's arms, the aftermath of their explosive encounter settled over them. Violet rested her head on Tig's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"I'm so glad you're home, baby," Tig whispered as he ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying the peaceful silence that surrounded them. "I missed you."
"I missed you too," she said, smiling up at him wistfully, allowing him to place a tentative kiss on her forehead. "But next time you even touch another girl without my permission...I'm gonna put you in the oven alongside one of my cakes, got it?" she threatened as her sweet smile widened, that harboured a hint of devilry behind it's angelic light.
Tig and Violet loved to get pretty kinky in the bedroom department, but one of their many kinks was quite unconventional. When Violet and Tig first started dated Violet was very shy when it came to sex, not having too much experience in the past, living a pretty sheltered life. This was where Tig came up with a kind of game, where Violet would catch Tig in bed with other women, women they chose and targeted together, a game of power to assert Violet's confidence and channel the inner strength Tig knew she had. Although, Violet was originally hesitate, this dynamic surprisingly empowered her, allowing her to step out of her typical nurturing role and embrace a side of herself that was confident and assertive. For Tig, it was just good foreplay, and it undeniably made the woman irresistible to him.
"Oh, I don't doubt that for a second," he said, a look of pride washing over his features.
"I love you," she murmured ever so sweetly onto his lips, before capturing them into a passionate kiss.
"You know I love you," he mused, moving to hover over her once more as he deepened the kiss.
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Violet was humming to herself as she stood in the middle of her kitchen inside the beautiful suburban home she shared with her husband. The smell of freshly brewed coffee engulfed her senses as she stood on her tippy toes and reached up into the top shelf of the cupboard and grab her favourite Snoopy mug. Picking up the jug of coffee, she poured herself a cup. Taking a sip, she flattened out her dress and leaned back against the counter, taking a deep breath in, enjoying the warmth of the delicious liquid in her hands. She loved mornings, the sound of birds chirping and children giggling just outside her kitchen window was paradise.
The sound of her phone buzzing on the counter next to her grabbed her attention. It was a text from Tig: 'Sorry I had to leave early this morning. I didn't want to wake you. Club business with Clay. I'll see you tonight, my beautiful angel. I love you x.'
Violet smiled, feeling a momentary flicker of safety. Tig always had a way of making her feel secure, even when the world around them was crumbling.
But that sense of security shattered as soon as she pushed off the kitchen counter and made her way into their vintage style living room, mug still in hand. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in an eerie twilight. On the coffee table lay a stack of photos, each one capturing her in various moments over the past few weeks. Violet's blood ran cold as she realised someone had been following her - watching her; taking pictures of her every move.
Her breath caught in her throat as she flipped through the photos. There were images of her at the grocery store, at the gas station, at St. Thomas, during intimate moments with Tig. A chill ran down her spine when she saw the last photo - taken just minutes ago from her kitchen window.
A knock at the door made her jump, her heart racing. Rushing to the rustic buffet situated in the room, she knelt down, pulling the cupboard door open and punched in the pin to the small safe inside. A beep sounded and the small door swung open, revealing a hand gun inside. Taking it in her hand, she got to her feet, checking it was loaded and unclipped the safety with practise ease, just how Tig taught her to in case of an emergency. Approaching the door cautiously, she called out, her voice trembling, "Who is it?"
"It's Kevin, baby. Let me in," came the casual response.
Violet's chest heaved as her breath caught in her throat, and all colour drained from her face at the sound of the familiar voice as her blood ran cold. Kevin, her ex-boyfriend. She hadn't seen him in over six years, not since he was locked up in a mental institution when he couldn't accept their relationship was over. Violet thought that was the end of it and she'd never have to see him again, especially having left her hometown after the traumatic events involving Kevin, and moved to Charming, but clearly she was wrong. Clearly she underestimated his obsession with her.
"Go away, Kevin!" she shouted, her voice gaining strength. "I don't want to see you."
"But I miss you, Vi," his voice came out in a hush whispered, a shiver running down Violet's spine when she felt his warm breath on her neck. Whipping around, she let out a loud scream as she found Kevin standing before her in the middle of her living room, a twisted smile on his face.
"Stay back!" Violet shouted, pointing the gun at him with shaky hands as she took a frightened step back.
"But I've missed you, Violet," he said, his tone darkening as well as his features as he took a slow step towards her, making her recoil, grasping the gun tighter as her finger hovered over the trigger, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Stay back, Kevin. I'm warning you," she tried her hardest to sound brave, but she was a panicking mess, her voice shaking, barely able to get the words out.
"Then pull the trigger, that's the only way I'm gonna leave," he sneered. "Because you're mine, Violet. You always have been. And it's about time you learnt that."
Before Violet could even react, Kevin lunged forward, and Violet fired, shocking the man momentarily as the bullet flew into the back wall.
"You stupid bitch!" Kevin shouted, grabbing her wrist, twisting it painfully until she dropped the gun. Violet screamed in pain and fear, but Kevin covered her mouth with his hand, dragging her further into the house as Violet kicked and screamed, thrusting around in his tight grip.
Desperation fuelled her struggle, but Kevin was stronger as he dragged her up the stairs to the bedroom she shared with her husband. Throwing her down on the bed, he pinned her down as he started to unbuckle his belt. Violet's eyes widened in terror as she realised what his intentions were, "We're going to be together again, baby," he murmured against her lips as her caressed her cheek. "We're gonna be together forever."
Violet's whole body tensed as Kevin pressed his lips against hers. Taking this as her chance, she kicked him hard in the balls as he yelped in pain, loosening his grip just enough to allow her to shove him, sending him crashing to the floor. Violet wasted no time, running out the door, down the stairs and back into the kitchen, where she grabbed her phone and dialled Tig's number with shaky hands.
"Come on, baby, pick up, pick up," she begged and pleaded, the phone pressed to her ear as she listened to the dial tone, gnawing at her fingernails as tears streamed down her face.
"Miss me already, baby--"
Before Tig could even finish his sentence, Violet rushed out, breathless and desperate, "Tig! He's here!" But that was all she got out, before Kevin tackled her to the ground, a scream leaving her lips as her back collided with the hard tiled floor. Kevin snatched the phone from her hand and threw it across the room. The line stayed open, the sounds of the struggle filtering through to Tig.
***
Tig was at the clubhouse when he had received his wife's call. Frozen in shock and fear for his wife, his heart hammered in his chest as he heard Violet's desperate cries, "Violet?! Baby!" he shouted, but all he could hear was the sound of a struggle. Without a second thought, he grabbed his keys and raced to his bike.
He sped through the streets of Charming, his mind a whirlwind of fear and rage. When he arrived at their house, he didn't bother to park his bike properly. He burst through the front door, his eyes scanning the room until he saw Violet and Kevin.
Kevin had Violet pinned to the ground, his hand around her neck, her dress torn, her panties brought down to her ankles, completely exposed, while Kevin held his hard cock in his hand.
Tig's saw red, "Get your hands off my wife!" he roared, charging at Kevin.
Kevin turned, startled, but he had no time to react. Tig tackled him to the ground, the two men crashing to the floor. Tig's rage gave him the upper hand. He punched Kevin in the face repeatedly, not stopping until Kevin lay unconscious, blood pooling from his nose and mouth.
Panting, Tig turned to Violet, who was trembling on the floor. He rushed over to her, gathering her into his arms, "It's okay, baby. I'm here."
"H-He was going--H-He w-was gonna--" Violet's voice was a breathless, shaky, a stuttering mess as she tried hard to compose herself, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
"I know, but you're safe now," he assured soothingly, shushing her as he ran a hand through her hair, rocking her back and forth. "I got ya," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm right here."
***
The police arrived shortly after, alerted by a neighbour who had heard the commotion. They took Kevin away, and Violet gave her statement, detailing Kevin's long history of stalking her, along with the traumatic events of the attack. The officers assured her that Kevin would be charged and that a new restraining order would be put in place.
As the chaos died down, Tig and Violet were left alone in their living room. Tig held her close, his hand stroking her hair, "I'm so sorry, Vi. I should have been here to protect you."
Violet shook her head, tears streaming down her face, "It's not your fault, Tiggy. You saved me. That's what matters."
He kissed her forehead, his heart aching with the need to keep her safe, "I promise you, baby. I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
"Us," Violet corrected, a smile gracing her face as she placed a hand over her stomach.
Tig furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"
Violet chuckled, amused by his stunned expression, "I'm pregnant, Tig."
Tig simply sat there examining her face, almost like he was searching for any hint of deception, thinking this had to be some sort of prank. The couple had been trying for months, and nothing. The fertility doctor confirmed that neither of them showed signs that they couldn't have kids, so she just told them to keep trying.
"I found out last week," she informed her husband who looked like a deer in the headlights. "While examining my head wound Tara thought it would be a good idea to do a full health check. Did a blood test. I'm about nine weeks along. I wanted to tell you, but I thought...I thought it would be nice if I surprised you at the first ultrasound. But I guess I just blew that now," she rambled breathlessly as she nervously fiddled with her fingers, letting out a nervous chuckle, avoiding her the man's gaze.
"Are you being serious with me right now?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might break the magical moment.
Violet nodded, tears of happiness welling in her eyes, "Yes, Tiggy. We're going to have a baby."
A laugh bubbled out of him, as he leaped to his feet and scooped Violet up in his arms, spinning her around, "I'm gonna be a daddy!" he shouted, his voice filled with exhilaration. "We did it, Violet! We really did it!"
He set her down gently, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her deeply, pouring all his love and affection into that one kiss. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, holding her close to his chest.
"I can't believe it," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "After all this time, we're finally gonna be parents."
Violet smiled through her tears, her hands resting on his chest, "I knew it would happen eventually. I never gave up hope."
Tig nodded, his own eyes glassy, "You always believed, even when I started to have doubts. You're incredible, Vi. We're finally gonna be a family," he beamed with pride.
As they stood there in their living room, holding each other, Tig felt a profound sense of gratitude and love. They had faced so many challenges together, and now, they were about to embark on the greatest adventure of all: parenthood. The road ahead might be a bumpy one, but with Violet by his side, Tig knew they could handle anything life threw their way.
***
A/N:
30/05/2024
Sorry, I have closure issues. So, I have to end all my one shots with something that represents a final ending for a couple. I really hope you liked it, @willowsages-blog
my favourite son besides Juice.
“I’ve always been there and I always will. I love you kid. You understand?”