"A whisper away from changin' everything. But is it safe to say such dangerous things; When your hands are tremblin'? Girl I'm weak in the knees."
TWENTY SEVEN
Happy whispered sweet nothings in my ear when he came inside of me and then rolled to his side of the bed, hand over his sweaty forehead. "Fuck that was good."
I hummed in agreement and looked at the time on my phone. "We need to get up. Gemma is going to be here in ten minutes to take me to the clubhouse to get ready, and Clay wants you at his house."
He grumbled under his breath about having to dress up, an argument we'd been in regularly since I couldn't explain why we had to dress up since I didn't know the answer myself. "I don't get why the two of us can't just get ready here and go together."
"Neither do I, but she's got my dress and when the queen gives me orders, I follow them." I squeezed his bicep and got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to have a shower.
When I washed off the sweat I'd accumulated during our vigorous sex, I stepped into the living room to find Gemma and Happy in a quiet argument.
"I swear to god, Happy." She pointed her manicured finger at him menacingly. "If you show up to the party in your ripped baggy jeans after I've put so much work into it, I will drag you out by your fucking ear and force you into a pair of Juice's skinny jeans, whether they fit or not."
"Hi kids." I announced my arrival with a wave. "Everything okay here?"
Gemma glared at Happy until he nodded in defeat and turned to me with a large smile on her face. "Everything's good, baby. Ready to go and get ready?"
Happy gave me one last kiss before we disappeared from the house and she drove us to the clubhouse, singing along with every song on the radio. "Are you excited?"
She pursed her lips after she took a drag from her smoke. "Trager gave me hell that we're dressing up formally to only be spending it in the backyard of the compound, the asshole."
"He just doesn't get why you want to dress nice for a photograph to celebrate your anniversary." I said softly. "He doesn't understand that yet because he hasn't met the right person."
"But we have." She said firmly.
"But we have." I agreed.
"You look beautiful." Gemma smiled sweetly when she took a step back to look at the end result. "If you weren't already pregnant, you definitely would be after Happy sees you tonight."
The words didn't pass my lips but, looking at myself in the mirror, I had to silently agree with her. The dress was stunning, the pale-blue/grey underneath the white lace stark contrast to my pale skin, the form fitting silhouette something I never would have picked on my own if I hadn't seen myself in it. It showed off the curves that were slowly coming back, a mixture of pregnancy hormones and the weight I was gaining thanks to Happy force feeding me.
Lyla had done my hair in soft waves and Holly had been in charge of my makeup, delicate pinks and dark black to make my eyes pop in a way that I wouldn't have thought of doing it. It wasn't subtle or natural like I would have gone for, but there was no denying that I looked good.
"Woah." Tara appeared in the room, a sequinned midnight blue dress covering her body. "Look at you."
I glanced at Lyla who was sitting in the corner of the room looking into a mirror, her makeup flawless and a tight orange dress that was cut low on the top. Then at Holly, who had just slipped into the bathroom to finish her makeup and had purchased the silver thigh-length gown that she'd been attracted to in the store. Gemma was the last one that I looked at, a deep red dress that hugged her slim figure perfectly, hair curled in tight waves.
They looked good.
And, for the first time since I'd met them, I felt like I was on par.
"Holy shite."
I spun at the sound of the familiar voice and grinned. "Chibs!"
The large man crossed the span of Opie's dorm in a few strides and pulled me into his chest to hug me. His hold on me was so strong that I felt like he was grinding my bones together, but I was so happy to see him that I didn't complain and tried my best to hide the wince that surged throughout my whole body.
When he pushed me back to regard me, his bright eyes studied every inch of my face. "You look beautiful, love."
I couldn't contain the blush that appeared on my cheeks and I nodded to Gemma who was leaning up against the doorframe watching the scene play out. "Only thanks to that stunner. She worked wonders. They all did."
He tore his eyes away from me to look towards the woman of the hour and then let me go in order to go and hug her. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks for the afterthought." She muttered sarcastically, but hugged him back. "How is everything down stairs?"
He looked at the other girls in greeting. "Everything's fine. Everyone is behaving."
The look of relief on Gemma's face was almost laugh worthy, and I smiled that her day was going according to plan. Chibs hadn't complained once that he was dressed in a dark grey button down and his best jeans.
"Now where is my Old Lady?" He glanced around the room, eyes sweeping over every crevice of it.
When Holly stepped out into the space, he opened his mouth wide and stared at her. "You look beautiful."
The blush coming through her makeup gave her pastel-pink hair a run for it's money, and I caught Lyla's eye in the mirror, smiling as she watched the interaction. "Okay, come on girls. The party is waiting, and I think that Chibs would like a minute alone with his girl."
They either hadn't heard me, or they were too caught up in staring at each other to bother to reply, so Gemma, Lyla, Tara and I shuffled out of the room and locked it behind us.
"They're going to fuck on my husband's bed." Lyla commented casually as we stepped out of the clubhouse and began walking down the path that would lead to the fields around the back.
"No." Tara disagreed. "Holly won't want to ruin all her hard work, they'll probably just do it up against the wall."
"Bent over the chair?" I offered.
Gemma smirked. "Bent over the desk."
When we got to the open field and I had time to actually look, I wanted to burst into tears at the sight. My pregnancy hormones weren't helping, but it looked like a more formal version of a circus.
There were two large white tents placed next to each other, both of their 'doors' down, but still emitting light and music into the empty field. A few of the trees had fairy lights wrapped around them, and there was a man-made path that was roped off by lights that lead to both of the tents and then one to each other.
"Holy shit, ma." I whispered when she tugged on my hand to get me to keep moving. "This is out of a fucking movie. This is beautiful!"
I was breathless when we stepped inside of the large white tent on the right, surprised at how big it was on the inside. Poor Half Sack, it had probably taken him all day to string it up by himself, since none of the Sons would have helped the prospect if they'd been able to get out of it. Maybe the people that she'd hired them from had done it, and he hadn't been caught struggling all day in the Charming heat?
There were a small fortune's worth of fairy lights strung up in lines on the ceiling, set on a high lighting so that the whole space was illuminated in a beautiful yellow that reminded me of sunshine.
In the corner there was a long table filled with copious amounts of catered food and, beside it, a makeshift bar had been set up with a happy Half Sack behind it who was giving away beers and wine freely.
"Holy shit, ma, this is beautiful." I muttered again as I stared around the large space in awe. Everything had been set up exactly how I would have done it if I'd been in charge of organising. The only thing that could have made it better was if there was a library hidden somewhere that I could hide in while I watched my Old Man and all of our family members drink themselves into oblivion.
"Do you really think so?" She smiled sweetly at me, eyes twinkling with happiness.
How happy she'd been all day, the lack of snarky comments or narrowed eyes, had made me realise how much she really wanted to celebrate her and Clay's love. It was beautiful.
I looked towards the makeshift dance floor that had been created out of large wooden squares, and all of the tables that were scattered around the room for their guests. "I honestly think that it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
The energy in the air shifted as soon as he'd stepped inside of the space, and I noticed it right away. I looked over my shoulder to see Happy who had Opie and Juice by his sides, and was paused mid step.
He looked at me from head to toe with an open mouth and only came out of his daze when Opie slapped him harshly in the back and said something in his ear.
When he finally met my eyes, he was grinning like he'd just won the lottery and I smiled back. I'd definitely made the right decision by buying the dress, even if it had cost a fortune and I felt guilty over taking his money for it.
Happy stalked up to me like he was hunting his prey, and I took the time to check him out. He looked utterly delectable in his black jeans, tighter than usual, and white button down shirt. He'd taken off the majority his rings for the night, minus the SONS and reaper that he always wore on his right hand, and even though the shirt was folded up to his elbows and his Kutte was on top, he could have passed for a Gucci model.
He was fucking stunning.
And he was mine.
"You look beautiful, little girl." He kissed me soundly when he reached me. "You look fucking beautiful."
Opie and Juice greeted me with long hugs and agreement that I looked good, but I was too focused on the man next to me who was looking at me like I hung the moon.
When I finally managed to tear my eyes away from Happy and look back at Gemma, her grin widened until she looked like her face was going to crack and I frowned. "What? Why is your face like that?"
"You have your Old Man to thank for this whole thing. I mean, I did the organising, but he made all of the decisions." Her grin widened.
"What?" I glanced up at Happy who was standing by my left, his eyes already focused on my face. "You planned Gemma's anniversary party?"
"Our anniversary was four months ago." Gemma laughed.
None of it made any sense, and I frowned back at Gemma when she bestowed the information on me. "So what is this? Why are we here?"
Happy waited for me to look up at him, took my hand and kissed my lips softly. When he pulled away, he had a flicker of warmth in his eyes and a large smile on his face.
"It's our wedding."