"Babe, we need to pull into a gas station or something," Denise said dolefully. "Fifi really needs a changing -"

"Yeah, I can smell that, just gimme a sec," Juice said, his face screwed up slightly - he'd never taken a long drive like this with Sofia before, so the smell of wet diaper trapped inside of a moving car was certainly a new experience, and one he wouldn't want to repeat any time soon.

The four-hour drive to Reno had gotten started at about six in the morning - Chibs and Bobby had gone ahead to scout the roads up to Reno and make sure nothing caught them by surprise. Denise and Wendy, both in the passenger seat of the cars driven by their husbands, were charged with the duty of holding the burners and answering if either of them rang, because a ring meant Bobby or Chibs had found cause for them to turn back.

They had just cleared Donner Pass, however, and all was clear except for the fact that Sofia clearly needed a changing. Juice was thankful when, after pulling into a rest stop, Denise handled the diaper quickly, washed up in the restroom, and came back to the car so that they didn't fall too far behind Jax's car.

Denise had seen the world - she'd been a jet-setting little rich girl, after all - but something about dusty old Reno, the bright sign over Virginia Street that proclaimed that it was 'The Biggest Little City in the World', brought a sparkle to her eyes. Juice knew that Denise had taken a little bit of a liking to the place, even if the entire city was long past its prime, and that was why she liked the cabin out in Lovelock so much.

They had decided ahead of time that everyone except for the newlyweds would check in at the same hotel - the Grand Sierra, just a little bit of a drive away from the main street where the chapel was located. So, when Denise and Juice finally reached their room with Fifi in tow, the first thing the thought to do was sprawl out and relish in the fact that they were no longer cooped up in the car. Denise was flopped tiredly on the bed, while Juice had flung himself into an armchair nearby, and both gave tired groans asthey were finally able to prop their feet up after a long few cramped hours in the car.

"My... a-s-s hurts," Juice chuckled - he had once had a heated discussion with his wife over whether or not he had to spell out 'ass' when it wasn't being used as an insult towards another person. Denise grinned triumphantly at the fact that she had won.

"We still gotta get ready for the wedding," she groaned tiredly, kicking off her shoes without looking. One of her tennis shoes, however, flew off with slightly more force than she expected, hitting Juice in the shin and eliciting a yelp from him. She sat up quickly and began apologizing, but Sofia began laughing and clapping her hands.

"Daddy booboo! Booboo!" she giggled joyously, and Juice couldn't help but laugh, despite the fact that he knew he'd definitely have a bruise on his shin. Now that Juice was laughing, Denise laughed as well until there was the sound of a knock on the door.

"'M I interruptin' playtime, Juicy?"

Denise stood up to open the door at the sound of Tig's voice, and she hurried over to open the door, sliding over in her socks and pulling it open.

"Sorry, Ling Ling," Tig chuckled with a smirk. "Looks like I walked in on the happy couple -"

"Get in here," Denise said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly and stepping aside so Tig could come in. "What's up?"

"You've got the other burner, yeah?" he asked, his brow furrowing slightly. Denise nodded. "You heard from Chibs or Bobby Elvis?"

Denise blinked hesitantly and shook her head honestly - she hadn't heard anything from either of them. They'd taken it as a good sign, because the road ahead of them had been clear for the entire drive, but both of them should have arrived by now. Tig grumbled, shaking his head and running his hand over his mouth.

"I'm sure they're fine," Juice said, hurrying over across the room with Sofia in his arms. "They probably just got held up somewhere, nobody even knows where we're at."

"Should we... should we tell Jax?" Denise asked, her face now creased with worry as she reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out the burner to be sure that she hadn't perhaps just missed the call. Maybe this was her bad. Maybe there was a good explanation for the fact that they were both missing. "Let him know that -"

"We needa let the guy have this," Tig interrupted, shaking his head. "Give him that much before we deal with anymore club shit. Keep this shit calm."

Denise and Juice looked at one another with similar expressions, and Tig gave a grudging chuckle at the way the pair seemed so in tune with each other's thoughts. "Okay," they both nodded in unison.

There was a slightly sullen air to things now as Tig departed and they decided to finally start getting dressed for the wedding. Denise quickly staked her claim on the bathroom with Fifi, while Juice had free reign to get dressed in the living room. He made quick work of getting into a white collared shirt and a pair of grey slacks, his kutte sitting on a chair by the bed. He slipped on a Reaper ring to his right middle finger, but nothing except his wedding band on his left - he made a habit of only ever wearing his wedding band on that hand, as a reminder to himself that he protected his family, even if it meant protecting them from the club.

"Ta-dah!"

The bathroom door swung open and Sofia toddled out, wearing a mint green, poufy dress and little white patent leather shoes over a pair of white tights - it was a bit chilly, and Denise had taken special efforts to make sure that Sofia came fully armed with tights and sweaters and mittens.

"Hey, you!" Juice said, holding his arms out so his daughter could stomp her way over to him, her little hands swatting at the fluffy tulle of her own dress in amusement. "You're the prettiest lady I've ever seen! You're my little princess, huh?"

Juice looked up again when he heard Denise clear her throat, and he gave a quiet gulp when he looked back up at her. She was wearing a slate grey dress that draped loosely over her petite hips, her hair curled and twisted daintily off to one shoulder. "And you," Juice said, his eyes trained inextricably on his beautiful wife while he scooped Sofia up into his arms and walked over to her, "are my Queen."

A rush of color leapt into Denise's cheeks when Juice flashed her a winning grin, taking a hold of her hand and brushing a kiss over her knuckles. "You're blushing," he said in a teasing tone, gently irking an eyebrow. "Does that mean Daddy gets a present tonight too?"

"You're an idiot," Denise laughed, swatting his arm playfully. At the sound of the slight smack of her palm hitting his shoulder, Sofia squealed loudly once again.

"Dada, booboo!" she said, happily patting her hand on his arm. "Dada booboo!"

After Denise insisted on doing one more final check on Sofia's baby bag, they were finally ready to go. Reno was hardly a crowded place, especially in the middle of the week, so there was little trouble making their way to the little chapel called Arch of Reno on Virginia Street. Denise pointed out with a smile that Jax and Wendy had just arrived as well and were standing out front already. Juice and Denise arrived ahead of the others and met them out front.

"No word from Bobby?" Jax asked while Juice walked up, pulling his kutte over his shoulders. "Chibs?"

"Nah, brother," Juice said, shaking his head. "But I'm sure it's fine. Probably got lost -"

"Or laid," Wendy supplied with a mischievous grin. "Indian Hills is less than an hour from here, maybe they thought they had time to top off a little, pick up a couple of cute croweaters."

There was a glimmer of worry in Jax's face, but there was also determination to put his family first for once - weddings could wait, sure, but the fact that this was happening meant so much to Wendy, it was clear from the look on her face. He swiped his hand briefly over his chin and lips before reaching out and clapping Juice on the shoulder.

"Can I get a word with you, man?"

"Yeah, 'course," Juice nodded, glancing quickly at Denise and Sofia before following Jax a few paces away. He heard Denise already starting to give Wendy the obligatory maid-of-honor pep talk before he turned back to face Jax.

"They ain't showin'. I don't know why. Will you stand in?" Jax asked suddenly, his gaze serious as though this were a terribly large request. "Be my best man for this?"

Juice's jaw went slightly slack at the question. Jax was asking him to be his best man. Just under two years ago, Jax wanted him dead, and now he was asking him to be best man. Unable to help himself, Juice lurched forward and threw one arm around Jax, which surprised the blonde man - he took a few seconds before chuckling to himself and reciprocating. "I'll thake that as a yes."

"Yeah, it's a fuck yeah, brother," Juice laughed to himself, pulling back and shaking his head in disbelief. "I'd - I'd be honored."

"I'm terrified, you know," Wendy said with a laugh that was her best attempt to cover up the fact that she was boiling over with emotion. Denise reached her free arm over and wrapped it around Wendy's shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. "What if I mess everythin' up again, Deedee? I know I'm only gettin' a chance like this because Tara ain't here -"

"Don't do this to yourself," Denise interrupted, her voice a cool, placating tone. "What matters is that right now, you're what Jax wants in his life. He's what you want in yours. Maybe the way you got to this point isn't the one you'd have taken if you'd do it all over, but you're here."

"You've been hangin' out with Nero too much. Talkin' in poetry all the time," Wendy laughed, wiping at her eyes and wrapping her arms around Denise and Sofia. "Thanks for doin' this, babe."

"All done!"

Abel came striding out of the lobby with his younger brother in tow. He'd been assigned the task of putting a bowtie on Thomas, and though it looked more like a lopsided hankie, he gestured proudly at his work. "Do you like it, Mommy?"

Wendy still had the same expression of sheer joy when Abel actually called her Mommy, and she leaned over, kissing his forehead. "It's perfect, baby. Thank you."

The roar of engines signaled everyone else's arrival, but a quick surveyofthe group confirmed that both Chibs and Bobby were not among them. Denise swallowed back an uneasy, sickly feeling, and instead forced a smile back onto her face as she looked back at Wendy, reaching out and giving the older woman's hand a squeez.

"Let's get in there and make you Mrs. Teller again, shall we?"

A/N's

Well, they're goin' to the chapel and they're gonna get married. I went back and forth, as always, about where to cut off this chapter, so it again turned out a little bit short, but the next chapter will be ready soon, and it's gonna be a doozy. I'm actually in the process of rewatching the series, and I'm right on the episode where Jax and Tara get married, so getting Wendy and Jax hitched feels a little weird.

The chapters to come are going to be a little rough at times, but hopefully exciting. Keeping spoilers at a minimum, guilt and blame will run rampant. I've been having a ton of things going on in real life, so I'm infinitely thankful for all of your patience, since my updates aren't nearly as frequent as they used to be. I shoot for at least once a week, and I do my best to stick to it. So again, thank you for all of your lovely, amazing feedback, and until next time, cheers!