Happy Easter! As always, I do not own the SOA characters that you recognize, they belong to Kurt Sutter. I only own my characters, Esther, Jack, Everett, Part. Sailor and Madison as well as Silk. Very nice chapter filled with happy for Easter, because no one wants to read torture on Easter. Also don't forget to vote on the poll on my profile for the last chapter. Voting is closed on Tuesday morning when I give chapter. 30 the last edit.
Useless day, in terms that he got no information at all from Kary, but an excellent day, in terms that he literally ripped Kary to pieces like he had always dreamed to do. His night of sleep at the Tacoma clubhouse after a long bath felt really good, the road before day break, and home to Sailor during dinner time, the truck was emptied and gone, but there were boxes and furniture everywhere.
And she was on the back deck, barbecuing herself a good meal, she had a squeal when he picked her up from behind, before playing dead in his arms, probably to get a laugh from him. All it got her was to get shaken a bit, she laughed, before leaning against him and crooking her neck back to kiss him.
-You came back quickly.
-Yet I had a splendid time.
-Everett with you?
-No. Didn't find her.
-Yet you had a splendid time.
-Let's get married.
-Enough with that! We'll get married when it happens, man!
She laughs, but not him. He wishes he could tell her about the ominous feeling he's gotten, when he stopped gassing around noon time, and a badly drawn sketch popped up on the TV, the guy could look like anyone, but had the tattoo of a snake on his head, and Happy was now a wanted man in the state of Washington.
-Sailor?
-Yeah?
-You're in it for real, are you?
-Yeah. I told you I was. As long as you keep your promises.
-I'm probably gonna go back to jail sooner or later.
-No you're not. You just got out.
-I feel right now like I felt the day I got arrested, and Esther bailed. I want to put my affairs in order, and for everything to be easy for you, if something happens to me. Marriage, I want you to put a big insurance on my head, and for you and Madison to be covered. I want to put my parts of the bar to both of our names, so you have a steady income even if I'm not around. That kind of shit. Can we do that?
-Ok. Ok. You've been talking marriage for a damn month, now.
She turns around in his arms, nests her head against his shoulder, he wishes he could shake this feeling. It may be completely unrelated, jitters that his old lady's pregnant, again. And the risks he's taking. Maybe it's just because he's unfamiliar with everything he's doing with Sailor, right now. Getting a house, having a family, he hadn't had that, ever. His parents had never really lived together.
-I really like you, Happy. A lot.
-I'm thinking I like you too, Sailor. You're growing on me.
-We're gonna be ok, man. You, me, the baby, Maddie, Everett when you find her. We're gonna be a big, happy family of bikers-pirates, men! Life doesn't get any sweeter!
-Nice dress. Wanna fuck?
She has a nod, a hungry look on her face. Sailor is totally up for "nice dress, wanna fuck?", she starts undressing him by the barbecue, and finishes by the couch, he attempts to remind her she has a fifteen dollar steak on the grill, but she bluntly orders him to shut the fuck up and enjoy this, with her best pirate voice. Well, he doesn't really have a choice, does he?
He feels almighty, today. Almighty and untouchable. It felt like since he got out of jail, his life worked in increments of three weeks. The past three had been hectic, but today, he and Sailor were getting married.
He had expected her to work something halfway between a biker wedding and something to do with pirates, but what he knew of her planning was incredible normal and low-key. She wasn't expecting him to wear a full suit and tie, the hand made invitations she had passed out to all of his friend, and sent to hers in LA read to dress casual for an outdoor wedding.
But he could not be getting married and not wear a suit, his mother had waited fifty years for this day, and Marjorie would be damned if he did not clean up his best to get married. So he had went to Bakersfield, worked compromises for a black shirt and some jeans, a red tie and his father's hat. He hadn't cared much for that hat, but his mother was insisting, she wanted him to have a little piece of his father at his wedding.
And while Sailor had renounced her Jewish fate a long while back, she didn't want to get married under anything, as much as she thought the churches in Charming were pretty. She had picked for them to get married at Buckley Cove Park in Stockton, right by the San Joaquin river, and to have their party at the clubhouse. And she had picked Charlie Horse to marry them.
She rode with Gemma, and he doesn't want to get dirty, so he, Montez and Chibs are hopping in with him, his wedding party, they invited everyone they knew. And since Sailor is going to drive with Gemma, he kept the Navi to drive himself.
He isn't nervous at all, of getting married. He keeps on being roasted by anyone who's been previously married, Opie, Chibs, Tig, Jax, Bobby, but he doesn't really care. It may only have been about three months since he met Sailor, he knows she's a good one.
The park she picked is nice, people have already started to arrive, there's a table with some sandwiches and some drinks to keep everyone sustained, the sitting is super simple, bales of hay with fabric on top, and her flowers of choice weren't too girly, she had picked sunflowers. It was nice.
-Hey, nervous yet?
-Next one that asks that stupid question gets gobsmacked. My mom here, yet?
-On her way, brother, Bobby just picked her up.
-Thanks, Tig.
-Want a drink?
No. He did not want to start drinking now, even if it was well past noon. It was nearing four, Sailor wanted him there at four thirty, but traffic had been light. So he enjoyed his bottle of water with his brothers, pulled out of them the promise to not buffoon around, this was important to Sailor, she may have been married twice, she said she never had a "for real" wedding. No white dress, no guests, no reception. He wasn't planning on promising to treat her as good as his leather and ride her as much as his Harley, either.
Finally, his mother arrived, she had a big smile and hugged him when he walked up to her, she was walking slowly, looked like a bad day, she probably was in pain, but she was trying not to show it.
-Hi, mom. I'm glad you're here.
-Oh, my boy! Finally, you're getting married! Finalement! It was about time, Happy! And Bobby let me stop by Gemma's house to see Sailor. Oh, your bride sure is gorgeous!
-Did I clean up well enough for you?
-Oui! Oui! You cleaned up so well! I'm so proud of you two!
-Come and sit over here, maman. Come.
It takes a while to get to the front row, but to see his mother choked up on emotions like that hits him hard, still not nervous, but he's understanding just how deep he is in with Sailor, now. Married, with a baby that will be born in six months, this is much bigger than him. When they get to the front, she pulls him down, her hands are shaking, but she's still smiling as she hugs and kisses him.
-I'm so proud of you, honey. You are everything a mother could ask for. Happy Junior is going to be lucky to have you two.
He nods, won't tell his mother how incredibly low he has been laying for the past three weeks. He practically did not leave the house, and little planning Sailor had him help with was done through Facetime.
Finally, they are about to start, when he sees Gemma and Venus, as well as Victor and Madison.
Sailor is beautiful in her ivory dress, being walked up the aisle by his uncle Pierre, the closest thing to a father either of them had right now, she hadn't known who to pick, and she had gotten along very well with him when they last stayed two days in Bakersfield.
Only when she stopped by him in front of Charlie Horse did he become nervous, her hands were as cold as his, but her smile was like a toothpaste commercial, and it was when Charlie Horse started talking that he realized Madison was now standing between them, arms around her mother's legs, and Charlie is talking about becoming a family and togetherness; he's got three little bowls of sand on an altar, some black, some red and some pink, that they have to pour in a tube and seal together, to represent how they were different, but were not tied together or something. That's really cute. An actual memento of their wedding day, they didn't go for rings. They'll get matching tattoos once the baby is born instead. And he'll put a crow on her, most likely.
It feels even more right not to say that bit about riding her as much as his Harley, even if he probably would. And it probably would have been weird, with Madison standing right there between them, with her arms now wrapped around one of his legs, her head resting against his palm, she looked sleepy, probably skipped the nap.
The parking lot at TM had been transformed, the clubhouse would never be big enough for all of their guests, it was barely big enough for lock down with just them, let alone Sailor's forty-seven guests added to that. There was a white tent with food, some tables and chairs, a DJ, flowers and decorations, it looked nice, even if they all had to park in the street. Prospects had put cones to reserve all the parking spots on the streets that immediately surrounded the clubhouse. Only bikes were allowed on the lot, and they couldn't park at the usual spot, they had to park at the back of the lot.
Neither of them had intended on staying very long at the reception. They would have a bit of food, dance a bit, mingle with their guests and be out of here by nine o'clock. That gave them plenty of time to see everyone, thank everyone, and do their thing.
Now, Happy wasn't much of a dancer, but he had promised himself three dances. One with his mother, it was important to Marjorie, one with his new wife, because he'd never hear the end of it by anyone, and one with Madison, because she had asked if they would be dancing. he wasn't sure if she meant in general at the wedding, or just the two of them, but he had that "just Hap and Maddie" covered with a song from one of her movies. One of her favorites was about being evil, it was a movie about the kids of princes and princesses, she watched it on loop, these days.
He wouldn't even dance with Silk. Silk who loved to dance, that was how they met. He knew how they would dance if they did, and out of respect for his new wife, he declined when his ex asked. There would be nothing to trouble Sailor's big day. She was by no means a bridezilla, but she was hoping for a perfect day. So did he, he would probably murder someone if the cops pulled into the compound, or if someone went for a drive-by on TM.
But none of that had happened by the time Sailor came to find him to leave, she had just danced with Venus, and she wanted to go home while everyone still had nice and orderly fun. The bachelor/bachelorette party at the clubhouse two nights ago had degenerated into a giant orgy, or something resembling, and she had expected something like that to happen, tonight. Hadn't, so far. And Victor and Madison were already gone. Marjorie would come with them, even tough she was currently getting wooed by Bobby Elvis, who had turned up the charm. Even out of her old folks home, Happy didn't want to break his mother's rhythm too much. Or else she would be all out of whack when she would get back to Bakersfield on Monday.
Once they settled at home, Sailor wanted to catch a movie in their bed, and she meant it. No Netflix and chill, she wanted to really watch a movie. She had even recorded one on her machine, one with Will Smith and Jon Voight, after fifteen minutes, she changed her mind, she was lost already.
-You, pick something.
He looked around all the movies she had recorded, he was feeling unusually playful, so when she tossed to her side for comfort and laid a hand on his chest, he grunted a "don't touch me" that got her all snappy. So he got in his head to stick his tongue out and try to lick her, as she was trying to remain snappy and push him away, and when they would calm down, he would ignore her until she tried closing her eyes, then he would turn his head and stare at her. When she would open her eyes, he'd go "don't look at me", just to get laughs or more snappy out of her. He had no clue of what they ended up watching, he was too busy playing and toying with his new wife. He was having fun, and her cheeks were flushed from her laughing. Wouldn't leave her alone until almost eleven, when she near-snapped for real to be left alone, her ribs and cheeks hurt.
-All right, babe. Get some rest.
-Hm.
She pulled his arm up to cuddle against him, he could not remember the last time he played like this with a girl, he must have been a teenager, the last time he did this. Or a very young adult. He puts on some adult cartoons, finally, pulls her closer with his arm, she has one leg wrapped around his, and her head nested on his shoulder.
-You're good, like that?
-Yeah. Don't tickle me.
-Wasn't going to. Night, babe.
-Good night, Lowman.
Three beats, she nuzzled closer, whispered "I love you" and pretended to be sleeping until she actually did, his cheeks got hot, he was pretty sure he was blushing. He was lucky to have found her, even if most morning, he woke up being the little spoon, something he really hated. Being the little spoon reminded him of prison. He wasn't a prison bitch, never was, but waking up the little spoon, even in their sunny and bright bedroom gave him flashbacks of big dude being bitch to small dudes and going to sleep crying. As long as he never woke up to her having a grip on his dick, he thinks he'd be ok, and could learn to deal with it in silence.
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Let the paperwork begin. Life insurance, name change for Sailor, legal stuff, and still finding Everett. He was surprised he had managed to push that at the back of his head for 24 straight hours. For Sailor.
Sailor Lowman. Now she had a real pirate name.