"She knows I roll with a rough crowd, and we get wild time-to-time. She knows I won't lay my guns down, I never run from a fight."

TWENTY EIGHT

Chibs stood beside me outside of the second smaller tent and stared me down. "Are you sure about this? Everybody has seen you in your dress, we can get the hell out of here."

I gave him a grateful smile and nodded. "I'm sure, Chibs. Thank you for this. Thank you for being here with me."

He avoided my eyes and coughed uncomfortably. "Every girl needs her da to walk her down the isle on her special day. Hope you think of me like yours, because I think of you like my daughter."

When his words moved me enough to feel the beginning of tears, he ruined it all. "Cause you're a fucking pain in my ass, love."

I laughed loudly and wrapped my arm through his own when the music cuing my entrance sounded, and took one last deep breath before we shifted through the opening and stepped inside.

The second tent had the same fairy lights as the first, but that was the only similarity. There were rows of chairs set up facing towards the alter where Happy was standing watching me, Bobby by his side to officiate the ceremony.

If I'd been able to breathe or think of anything apart from the man standing at the other end of the tent, I would have been able to notice all of my friends and family who'd filed in and taken a seat to watch me get married to the love of my life.

I felt myself stumble slightly, a mixture of nerves and pure giddiness at the look on Happy's face while he watched me move towards him getting the best of me. Like always, Chibs was there to steady me with his arm and a soft smile.

The closer I got to him, the more the entirety of the situation dawned on me.

I was getting married. To Happy.

When we reached him, Happy shook Chibs's hand and the two had a silent conversation that looked a lot like the Scotsman threatening him, before he kissed my cheek and took a seat next to Gemma and Holly.

He pulled me so that I was underneath his arm, nothing like a traditional wedding where the two in question would be holding hands and facing each other. "You look beautiful, little girl."

"You do, too." I kissed his cheek and wrapped my arm around his waist to fit snuggly against the side of his body.

It was where I was supposed to be.

It's where every decision I'd ever made in my life had led me to. All the fights, all the mistakes, all of the rekindling. It had led us there.

Happy kissed my forehead softly before he moved us so that we faced Bobby, dressed in a black dress shirt and black jeans that had his large stomach hanging over the top. He was wearing his Kutte proudly, and I noticed his cheeks were a little rosier than normal, whether due to alcohol or happiness, I'm not exactly sure.

Bobby looked around the room. "I'm not going to ask if anybody objects, because nobody's game to face up to Killa."

He looked down at me, his brown eyes kind and sparkling. "But I will ask you, Tori. Are you sure that you want to tie yourself to his ugly mug for the rest of your life? Everybody's seen your dress, you can leave now."

Laughter filed through the tent over Happy's warning growl and I grinned. "Can you read Chib's mind or something? Yes, I'm sure. Thank you, Bobby."

He ignored Happy's harsh glare in order to wink at me with humour and then started the ceremony that would declare me a wife rather than a fiancé.

"Are you going to read vows or just use the normal ones?" He asked.

Happy's lip twitched. "Well, since she didn't know we were getting married until half an hour ago, I'm assuming that we're not reading shit."

I snorted at Bobby's flustered expression. "Just skip the vows, Bobby. Just get to the 'I do' part, the rest of it doesn't really matter."

Jax called out from the front row of seats where he was holding Tara's hand. "Nah, no way he's getting out of his vows. Come on, Killa. Say it."

I'd never been around for a Sons of Anarchy wedding before, so I was thoroughly confused when I glanced from the gorgeous blonde to the man standing beside me at the alter.

Happy ran a hand down his face and sighed, but there was a grin on his lips.

"I promise to treat you as good as my leather." He moved to face me and cupped my cheek tenderly.

The rest of the tent joined in on the next sentence. "And ride you as much as my harley."

Heat flared in my cheeks and he shook his head with amusement. "Little girl, after the things I did to you this morning, you shouldn't have the ability to blush."

"Happy!" I squealed and hid my face in his chest so I didn't have to witness the laughter passing through our family, or let them see the obvious embarrassment I was feeling.

He leant down slightly to put his face next to mine and whispered in my ear. "And, as your husband, I'm going to do even more, even better, as soon as we get the fucking chance."

I pulled away from my hiding spot enough to make eye contact with Bobby. "Hurry this shit up. Please."

It was short and sweet, nothing to rave about, but it was everything to me. It was Happy and I, surrounded by our family, promising to love each other for the rest of our no-longer-miserable existence. It was perfect.

When he declared us husband and wife, Happy took my face in his palms and kissed me so thoroughly that I had to fan myself when he'd finally let go.

He smiled down at me. "Hello, wife."

"Hello, husband."

"Hello bar!" Tig called out, earning another wave of laughter from the crowd while they started to file out and into the second tent where Half Sack had rushed back after the ceremony and was waiting for their return.

When the tent was bare and we were alone, Happy rubbed his calloused thumb along my cheekbone and looked at me so tenderly I almost burst into tears. "My little girl. My wife."

I leant into his hold and closed my eyes. We'd done it. He'd planned me a surprise wedding and we'd done it. We were husband and wife.

"No regrets?" He asked quietly, gravelly voice stark contrast to the silent tent.

Music pooled out from the other where we could hear our friends laughing and enjoying their night, but I couldn't think of anything better than a private moment with the beautiful man in front of me. "Never. I love you, Hap."

"I love you, too, little girl. More than you'll ever fucking know." He gave me the softest kiss we'd ever shared and leant his forehead down to press it against my own.

"Te amaré por siempre y para siempre."

I will love you forever and always.

Happy pulled back just enough to let me open his eyes and look up at him through my lashes. He ran his finger over my cheeks and his thumb over my lip. "I wish Jesse and ma were here. They would have fucking love you, little girl. You're the one thing I've ever done right."

I smiled. "They're here, baby. You just can't see them."

After too long to be polite of basking in each other's company and ignoring our family, he tugged on my hand and led me towards the tent that we'd been in previously when I'd first arrived.

Just after we'd stepped through the doors – the Sons erupting into a roar of claps and hoots like we were at a football game – he stopped me. Happy fiddled nervously with the hem of his button down. "I've got another surprise, little girl. Seemed like a good idea in the moment, but now I'm not sure how you're gonna feel about it."

I glanced around the marque, half expecting to see a bunch of belly dancers or strippers appear because of the nervous glint in his eyes. I wouldn't have argued, though, not when he'd made sure that none of the Crow Eaters were around for our special day.

My heart stopped beating in my chest when I followed his line of sight to the bar where blonde hair, tanned skin and bright blue eyes met my vision. "Hey, Tor."

I almost screamed at the sight of my best friend when he opened his arms and pulled me into his chest, holding me tightly after months of being apart. "Ry? What the hell are you doing here?"

"Your husband thought you might want your best friend at your wedding." He chuckled into my ear, then lowered his voice. "You look beautiful, Tor. I'm so happy for you."

We held each other until Happy grunted to clear his throat with his message to get his hands off me loud and clear, and Ryan had the audacity to jump away from me.

"Tor, this is Claire." For the first time, I noticed the tall brunette who was standing awkwardly off to the side by Happy, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye every few seconds as if she were worried that he would start a conversation, and she shot me a cautious smile when she took her place underneath Ryan's arm. "This is my girlfriend."

She was stunning in an obvious way, with a short bob and green eyes that almost looked too big for her face. From her naturally tanned skin and her sharp features, I had no doubt in my mind that she had Cherokee somewhere throughout her bloodline.

She was watching me like she was waiting for me to attack for bringing his new girlfriend to my wedding, but I couldn't feel anything but pure elation that she'd come.

I put my arms around her dainty waist and hugged her, much shorter than the time that I'd hugged Ryan, and gripped her hands when I pulled away. "It's so nice to finally meet you! Ryan has told me so much about you, it's good to see the girl who's making my best friend so happy."

Relief made her look breathtaking, and she grinned. "It's nice to meet you, too. I feel like I already know you, though, with how often Ryan talks about you."

Unlike her easy going attitude, the information made Happy jealous and his caveman side appeared when he tugged me away from her to slide his large palm around my waist and over my stomach. It was something he'd been frequently in the previous weeks since he'd found out that his child was growing inside of me, and I felt the same sort of rush that I would have if I'd indulged in a few shots of tequila. He was my drug of choice. He was everything to me.

He stared Ryan in the face. "I'm stealing my wife, now."

He'd said it bluntly, like he had a point to prove to Ryan who had obviously moved on and he'd been the one to invite to the whole escapade. "I think it's time for our first dance."

Ryan and Claire nodded happily, whether they'd ignored his rudeness or it had just gone straight over their heads, I'm not completely sure.

I looked at Happy in shock. "We're having a first dance? I thought you didn't dance?"

Happy managed to look away from Ryan to return my gaze and a soft smile melted the harshness of his expression away. "Little girl, do you really think I would let you get married without having a first dance? I'd have taken fucking dancing lessons if I'd had more time, but I didn't think you'd want to be fat for our wedding."

Claire sputtered into her champagne and Ryan let out a soft snort at his comment, but I could only laugh and pinch his side gently. "Asshole."

He led me to the middle of the marque on their make-shift dance floor and nodded to Gemma who, in turn, nodded to Juice.

"Alright, Sons and … civilians." She glanced at Ryan and Claire with a pointed look, her distaste at their presence obvious. "It's time for our happy couple to have their first, and possibly only, dance."

Happy glared at her for her small dig over his tendency to decline to dance with me and then the music started and I felt my eyes well up. "You chose Brantley Gilbert for our first dance?"

"You love him more than your fucking coffee." He muttered quietly. "Listened to him a lot when you were gone. The lyrics hit home."

I didn't need to say anything more, worried that it would ruin the perfect moment that he'd managed to create, so I just pressed my head against his chest while we swayed slowly from side to side and listened to the lyrics with a single tear sliding down my face.

Maybe it wasn't the song that most would choose for their first dance, but it was Happy and I all the way through, and that was more than enough for me.

He was more than enough for me.

The life we'd built together was more than enough for me.

"That girl knows that she's got me and prays one day I'll settle down.

And I just thank god she loves me, even when I don't know how.

My baby don't try to change me.

She knows this is the way that god made me.

She gets every flaw, my rebel heart, every tattoo, every scar.

She's in love with the outlaw in me.

She's in love with the outlaw in me."