A/N: I am sorry about how long it took for me to post this chapter. I lost my muse for SOA for awhile. But I hope this does justice to the story. The sequel is still in the works and the first chapter should be up in August.
A week later Lola laid in the bed fast asleep when the phone started ringing. The phone unfortunately woke up the babies that were sleeping in the bedroom with Tig and Lola.
Tig groaned and glanced at the clock seeing that it was 6:00 in the morning. There was no way he was answering the phone at this time of morning. He lightly pushed Lola's shoulder.
"Get the babies and the phone."
"No, it is your turn, Tiggie," murmured Lola burying her head beneath the pillows to get away from the simultaneous crying and phone ringing.
Tig growled and said, "Lola!"
Lola flipped him off. "Fuck you. You get the babies it is your turn," hissed Lola in return.
Her head was still firmly buried beneath her pillows. She kept her middle finger extended in his direction until she felt him moving to get out of the bed.
Tig grabbed the phone first. "Hello?" growled Tig into the phone.
"Oh... sorry, Tig. I didn't mean to wake up A.J. and Sofia. I just really need to talk to Lola," said Sara.
Tig grumbled something unintelligible and tossed the phone onto the bed.
"The phone is for you!" said Tig.
He walked over and picked up a baby in each arm and walked out of the room with them.
Lola sat up in the bed finger-combing her hair away from her face. She grabbed the phone and asked, "Who is this?"
Sara said, "I am sorry for waking you guys up. I probably should have called your cell phone instead of ringing the house phone. I just needed to talk to you. I am sort of freaking out. Tell Tig I am really sorry."
Lola glanced at the clock and laughed at Sara.
"Why the fuck are you even up at this time of morning? Your wedding isn't until this evening. You are going to need all the rest that you can get. And don't worry about Tiggie. He will get over it. He is just pissed because it is his turn to get up and take care of the babies. I got up the last two times. He's fucking crazy if he thinks I am the only doing this shit." Lola flopped back onto the bed putting a pillow over her face and said, "So what is wrong with you?"
"You saw how judgmental my mother was last night at Gemma and Clay's house. You think today is going to be any different? I want today to be amazing but I seriously think it is going to be one big clusterfuck," Sara lamented.
"Honey, no one paid her any mind except for you. No one else was that concerned with whatever she had going on with her. It was a lovely dinner. I think everyone had a good time. At least I did, said Lola.
Sara chuckled. "That is because you were getting drunk you crazy bitch."
Lola laughed and said, "That I was... that I was. Okay. Point taken. But it still seemed like it was a nice night. I hardly noticed your mother at all. And you know Gemma doesn't give a damn about what people think about her. Don't let your mom get you all riled up. This is your day! Your wedding dress is sexy! You are going to knock them dead!"
"I didn't call you for you to be my cheerleader.." groaned Sara.
"Of course you did! Unless you are calling me to put a hit out on your mother," Lola said that parting teasingly trying to get Sara to laugh.
Sara laughed and said, "My mom freaked when she found out that Juice might be going to prison. She looked like I was flushing my life down the toilet."
"Well, why on Earth did you tell your parents about him going prison? That shit is meant to be like an audit from the IRS... a complete fucking surprise," chided Lola.
"Well, Juice's family was talking about it, and I didn't want my parents to overhear it by mistake. I needed to get ahead of the story. My dad's face was priceless. If he could have gotten away with dragging me back to Louisiana I think he would have done it right then and there," said Sara sighing.
Lola laughed and said, "Somehow I don't think he'd like a pack of bikers trailing him all the way back to Lake Charles. Doll, all I can tell you is that your parents aren't going to be on board, but you've got to do what is best for you. Juice makes you happier than I have ever seen him. You get the same goofy smile on your face you get when you listen to The Boss. You aren't going to find a better man because Juice is your match - two left shoes meant to spend the rest of forever together. Just love your man and have faith that your parents will come to know the man that Juice really is. They just need to see behind the cut and the tattoos and that is hard for a lot of people do. It takes time and they haven't had a lot of time to really get to know him."
"I know that logically. But inside I am panicking. I love my parents more than anything, Lo. And as crazy as it sounds... I just want them to love Juice as much as I love him. I want them to be happy about the best thing that has ever happened to me. But when I look at them... all I see is the doubts and worry," said Sara.
"That is a parent's job. They are supposed to worry about us, especially as we get older because they can't protect us from ourselves anymore. My mother knew that I was going to be trouble from the moment I started walking. The first few steps I ever took were towards the roaring fire in the fireplace. Right then and there she knew she'd be trying to save me from me for the rest of her life. Your parents are scared for you but all you can do is reassure them and do what makes you happy. Are you happy with Juice?" asked Lola.
Sara chuckled and said, "You always have had a thing for fire." She paused and gave it some serious thought a smile drifted onto her face. "I love Juice and he makes me incredibly happy."
Lola chuckled and said, "Well, then you are doing the right thing."
Sara said, "You are right. I am going to let you go help Tig with the little ones and I am going to finish this cup of tea and then go back to bed."
Lola chucked and said, "I am not about to help him do shit. I am going to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep while I have the chance. Love ya!"
"I love you too, Lo." said Sara hanging up.
Sara sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea. Even though she felt better, she was still worried. Not because she was nervous about marrying Juice. She was worried about how her parents would react to being around so many bikers. They were only slowly warming up to Juice. To make matters worse Sara had not told them that an Elvis impersonator would be conducting the ceremony. The previous night had been a trying time for Sara and Juice.
Clay and Gemma had been gracious enough to hold a dinner for Juice and Sara at their house. Sara's mother was polite but was quietly judging everyone in attendance. Sara's father had been a little more in his element talking to the men about fixing cars and bikes.
Livvie, Sara's mother, walked into the kitchen wearing a robe. She smiled and said, "Well, I am glad to see that you're up early. I know the biker life isn't much for early rising. But there is a lot to be done today. I was thinking that we might have time to get our nails done together. And there is the issue of making sure the food is to our liking. And what did you do about the wedding cake. Oh! And I want to get a look at this wedding dress. I heard Lola talking about it looking sexy? Would you mind making a cup of tea for me?"
"What would you know about bikers and their lives?" snapped Sara irritated.
Having her parents stay with them last night had taken its toll on Sara. The entire night had been filled with thinly veiled snide jabs at Juice's life. She stood up and walked over to the sink filling up the kettle.
"All of the arrangements for my wedding are already complete. Everything is on track and will be here on schedule. All you have to do is enjoy yourself. I think going to get our nails done would be nice. Mama, I know that you don't like that I am marrying Juice. But please try to be happy for me. I am happy."
"If you were truly happy nothing I said or did could change that. If you are unhappy maybe it is because you have some reservations about this farce you will be putting on today. This life that you are living is not for you. Being a biker chick. I've seen the way these women dress. Tight pants... breasts hanging out for the whole world to see. This isn't how we raised you. This isn't how I planned your life," lamented Livvie.
Sara slammed the tea kettle on the stuff. "Do not talk about people that you don't know. You are so incredibly closed-minded that you think only country club church going people are good people. Well, you know what there are sinners even there. My only concern is that today I walk down the aisle with Juice and become his wife. This is the man that I am going to share the rest of my life with and you had better get on board or you won't be a part of our lives," said Sara determinedly.
She walked out of the kitchen and went back to the bedroom.
Juice stirred when Sara closed the door. He yawned slightly and looked at the scowl on her face.
"Where have you been?" asked Juice sitting up in the bed.
He opened his arms to her seeing that she could use some comfort. Sara climbed into the bed with Juice and melted in his loving arms.
She said, "I was having a cup of tea and then my mother came into the kitchen and screwed that all up. I am just worried that she is going to ruin the happiest day of my life. I just want to marry you and be happy. Is that really too much to ask?"
"You two get into an argument?" asked Juice putting his arms around Sara. He knew that fighting with her mother was difficult for her. "No, I don't think that is too much to ask at all. And despite your mother's best efforts... that is what will happen today."
"She is driving me insane, and I have think that it is on purpose. I just... I wish that we had eloped so we didn't have to invite my parents," said Sara resting her head on his chest. Sara lightly traced the tattoo on his chest with her finger nail.
He chuckled and said, "We still can if you want to. We can hop on the bike and take off for Vegas."
Sara shook her head and said, "We are getting married today come hell or high water. No one is going to get in the way of that. Not even the woman that gave birth to me." Sara kissed him and said, "But thank you for being so flexible."
Juice caressed her back. "I just want to make you happy. I'll do whatever I have to for that to happen."
Sara smiled at him and said, "You are so sweet. I am glad that we are going to get married. I want to be your wife. And give you babies... little Juices and Juicettes."
Juice laughed heartily and asked, "Juicettes? That has a certain ring to it. I am guessing that you have told your parents that I might be going to prison for awhile..."
Sara laughed and said, "Oh, yeah. I told them. I thought they were both going to faint from the news. This thing is only holding on by a thread right now. And me telling them about possible jail time would sent them into a tizzy. Let's just pray that we make it through this day relatively unscathed. And then we can ride off into the sunset for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get you alone."
Juice chuckled and said, "Don't remind me about the honeymoon. We could be having sex right now if your parents weren't in the room down the hall. The next time they are in town... a hotel room has their name on it."
"I can't say I disagree with you. Having them here last night was a pain in my ass," said Sara. "You don't know how tempted I was to suggest that we spend the night at the club last night and just leave them here. But that would just bring another crap storm that I don't feel like dealing with right now."
Juice smiled and said, "Well, at least my family really seemed to like you. My mother was already calling you her daughter last night. And I'd like to point out that my family courteous enough to stay at a hotel."
Sara laughed and said, "Your mom is awesome. She is talking about e-mailing me your favorite recipes. I really enjoyed getting to know your family last night, Juice. It was really great of Clay and Gemma to host the part at their house last night. We should get them some sort of gift to say thank you. What do you get for the outlaw that has everything?"
Juice laughed and said, "My mother is always convinced that I am not eating enough. If I lived closer to home I would be fat. Hmm, I don't know what we could get for Clay and Gemma but we will figure something out."
That evening Sara sat at the vanity in her bedroom putting the finishing touches on her make-up while she was still in her bathrobe. She heard the bedroom door open and she looked back seeing Lola.
"How is everything going out there?" asked Sara.
Mostly she wanted to know if her mother was behaving. Sara was concerned about leaving her parents outside with her new biker family.
Lola said, "Everything is how it should be, and Gemma is keeping an eye on your mother. You just concentrate on getting ready. You were supposed to be in your dress by now. You can't be late for your own wedding. I'll never let you live it down." She looked at her hair in the mirror and smoothed down her strapless cheetah print dress. "Thank God for SPANX. And pregnancy boobs. My tits look great in this strapless dress."
Sara laughed and said," Yeah, yeah, yeah, you look good."
Sara sighed a moment and said, "I know that I am supposed to be getting ready, but I just keep feeling like something horrible is going to happen. Like something is meant to ruin my happy day."
Sara walked over to the bed and had a seat. She looked at her cocktail-length wedding dress lying on the other side of the bed. Her fingers grazed the lace fabric and hand-sewn beading as she sighed again.
"I know that you are waiting for the other shoe to drop, doll. But in this case there is no other shoe. You know exactly who Juice is and who he is not. Don't let your parents twist up the truth and make you start doubting what you know in your heart. You've seen the very best and the very worst of Juice. There really are no surprises," said Lola having a set next to her on the bed. "You tell me one thing you don't know about him that you want to know?"
Sara sighed and asked, "Why in the hell he wants me? Of all of the women that he could have... and we both know that there are scores of them. Why me? Why tie himself down to one woman when he could spend the rest of his life or at least the next couple of years floating from chick to chick. I am scared that maybe we are only getting married because he is probably going to prison. I mean if this shakes out that way Rosen thinks it will... our first three years of marriage will be spent with Juice serving hard time. what does that mean for a marriage?"
"We both knew the risks before we got serious with the men that we are with. And we did it anyway because we love them. You don't think I worry about Tig. He likes pussy more than he likes eating. But I love him and I trust him to come home to me. And prison is just a fact of life. All of the guys have done time and probably will again. I think Gemma said it best... love the man... you learn to love the club. And all of the horrible shit that comes with it because there is more good than bad. You have to know that," said Lola.
Sara snapped, "This is different! I am marrying Juice! You and Tig are playing house because he doesn't want to get married. But at the end of the day, if it doesn't work out you don't have to get divorced. You can pack up and walk away. I am about to go out there and vow that I will spend the rest of my life with this man."
Lola cut her eyes at Sara and said, "Playing house? Okay, bitch. Because you are freaking out, I won't cuss you out. You need to start getting ready. And I guess you've got two choices: sack up and go out there and marry the man you love, or wimp out and take your ass back home to Lake Charles with your parents."
Lola stood up and said, "This bullshit you are spewing is coming verbatim from Livvie Reed and I know it. Let her ruin your life if you want to. You are the one that will be looking quite dumb and very sad."
Lola walked out of the room slamming the door behind her. She walked out into the back yard.
Gemma walked over wearing royal blue halter dress with pendant earrings. The older woman looked absolutely stunning. She walked over to Lola and quirked an eyebrow. "Talk about a face like thunder. What's wrong?"
Lola nodded her head in Livvie's direction. "She's got Sara in there ready to pull a runaway bride on Juice. I was trying to coach her up but then she said that Tig and I were playing house, so I left the room before I slapped the piss out of her."
Gemma nodded and said, "Mmhmm... I am going to go check on the caterers."
"Oh thanks, Gemma," said Lola distractedly. She grabbed a bottle of beer and downed. "So glad I am not breast feeding," She muttered.
Gemma walked up behind Livvie and had a seat. She quipped, "It must be hard sitting down with a stick shoved so far up your boney ass."
"How dare you!" Livvie geared up for a tirade.
Gemma put her hand on the woman's shoulder and said, "Let me tell you something, sweetheart. What we have here is a family, and I protect my family. Some might call me a lioness. I just say that I'm a bitch. But you see, Sara has become a part of our little family because she is marrying a young man I love like a son. Now, I am saying this to you nicely... if you don't have anything nice to say, then keep your mouth shut."
Gemma stood up and said, "Now enjoy the wedding. It isn't everyday that your child gets married."
Lola spotted the exchange and went over to Gemma. "What in the world did you say to her? It looks like she is about to fall out of her chair!" Lola asked shocked.
"I just said what needed to be said. I protect my girls," said Gemma with a smile. "Now I really should go see about the caterers."
"Thanks, Gemma. I am going to go find Juice. Maybe he can talk some sense into his bride to be? Or not to be as may be the case at this point," Lola said as she headed off to snag Juice away Jax and Opie. "Uh sorry guys... I need to borrow him real quick."
Lola grabbed his arm and marched him into the house. "You need to talk to Sara... she is freaking out back there. Go, go go..." said Lola since he was still standing there looking at her.
Juice walked back to their bedroom and knocked on the door. "Baby?" asked Juice through the door. "Is everything okay in there? Lola said that you were freaking out..." said Juice leaning his head against the door.
Sara sniffled now wearing her wedding dress but her makeup was a mess from all of the crying.
"I am fine," called Sara through the door rather unconvincingly.
Juice said, "I am coming in." He opened the door getting ready to walk in.
"No! I am in my wedding dress. It's bad luck to see me before the wedding!" Sara exclaimed in an almost panicked voice.
Juice asked, "How about we make a compromise and I close my eyes?" He closed his eyes and walked into the bedroom. "Okay, you are going to have to direct me or I am going to fall over something."
Sara got up from the bed and walked over taking Juice's hand. She led him over to their bed so that they could sit down.
Juice wrapped a comforting arm around Sara's shoulders and asked, "So what is wrong? Why are you freaking out?"
"I'm fine..." sniffled Sara and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Sure... you are fine. That is why you are crying. Talk to me baby. What is going on?" asked Juice starting to get a little worried. His hand lightly caressed her back.
"Why do you want to marry me? With all of the girls that you could have any day of the week. Why me?" asked Sara seriously.
"Because you are the only woman that I love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And that is never going to change. Sure I could have sex with any number of women, but that doesn't compare to what I have with you. Your beautiful face is the only one I want to see when I wake up... you're it for me... you should know that. You usually know that," said Juice.
"I do... I usually do. I don't know it was just after spending the afternoon with my mom. She just kept hammering me about what sort of future we have with you going to prison. How does that work for two newlyweds? And I tried to ignore her. I tried to block her out but she made a nest in my head and I just can't get her out. I am so scared that we are doing this for the wrong reasons. I love you so much Juice. It'd kill me if I lost you," said Sara crying all over again.
Juice opened his eyes and said, "Listen to me. I love you and that doesn't change because I might be in prison. It won't be easy but we love one another enough to make it work, right? You'll come see me. We'll write to one another. We'll have a conjugal visit or two..." He grinned at the last part. "If we want it to work, it can work. And that is saying that I go to prison. We won't know that until things get under way."
"No! Your eyes are open? Seeing me before we get married is bad luck!" crowed Sara somewhere between angry and devastated.
"We don't need fucking luck or stupid fucking traditions. We've got each other and the love we have for one another. Our marriage is going to be fine. We are going to make it through this. I believe that and I believe it enough for the both of us," said Juice firmly.
"I'm sorry... I feel like a psycho..." whispered Sara softly. "My hormones are all over the place." She rested her head on his shoulder.
"So are we ready to get married now?" asked Juice seriously.
Sara nodded and said, "I am still scared but... I love you and you love me. And at the end of the day that is all we really need right?"
"Damn straight. That is all we need," said Juice. He got up handing her a box of Kleenex. "So if I go back outside you won't try to run off right? Because if you run, I will just have to find you."
Sara smiled softly and said, "I am not running anywhere. I am going to wash my face and redo my makeup. I'll be ready soon."
Juice kissed her deeply and then pulled back. "I'll be waiting."
Juice walked out of the room and headed back outside.
Lola walked over to him. "How is she?" asked Lola worriedly.
"Better. She said she'd be ready soon. You should probably get her dad back there she is already in her wedding dress," said Juice. He was relieved that Sara had calmed down enough to go through with the wedding.
Lola smiled and said, "I am glad you were able to settle her down, Juice. You are perfect for her. I firmly believe that."
Lola hugged Juice and then walked over to Livvie and Beau. "Mr. Reed, Sara is almost ready for you to walk her down the aisle."
Beau grinned and said, "Well, I guess that is my cue." He kissed his wife on the cheek and then headed into the house with Lola.
Lola knocked on the bedroom door. "Sara, are you almost ready? Your dad is here."
Sara said, "Come in, guys."
Lola opened the door and smiled seeing Sara reapplying her make-up.
Beau stood at the door and smiled his eyes getting a little misty. "I have never seen you look as beautiful as you do right now, SJ."
Sara smiled and said, "Oh, don't start crying. You are going to make me cry again and ruin my make-up."
Sara finished her make-up and stood up from the vanity picking up her bouquet. "I'm ready to get married." She walked over and hugged her father.
And then she hugged Lola. "I'm sorry, Lo."
Lola laughed and said, "It is fine. You can make it up to me by watching the kids when you and Juice come back from the honeymoon." She winked at her best friend. "I am going to let Bobby know he can get everything started."
Lola slipped out of the room and stood at the back door. She motioned to Bobby letting him know he could start singing.
The music started and Bobby began singing Elvis' 'I Can't Help Falling in Love with You.'
Abel walked out first as the ring bearer, heading toward the makeshift altar where Juice and Jax were standing waiting on him.
Juice chuckled watching Abel essentially run down the aisle with the pillow in hand.
"Good job, little man!" said Juice giving him a high five. "You ready for the wedding?"
"Hell yeah!" said Abel drawing laughs from the crowd.
Jax chuckled and picked up his son seeing he was getting antsy just standing around.
Next Juice's niece walked down the aisle tossing petals on the ground.
Tara walked out of the house and made her way down the aisle with Lola behind her. The two of them took their places at the altar.
Everyone stood up as Sara and her father got ready to walk down the aisle.
Beau looked at his daughter and whispered, "I'm happy that you are happy." He smiled and started walking down the aisle with Sara.
Sara couldn't wipe the silly smirk off herself as she approached Juice. All of the worries and fears she had seemed to slip away as she realized that this was really going to happen. She finally joined Juice at the makeshift altar and took his hand.
Bobby finished singing and smiled.
"When these two asked me to perform their wedding I was thrilled. When they asked me to perform in full Elvis costume... well, I..." Bobby started gyrating his hips. "Thank you... thank you very much," said Bobby a la Elvis.
He continued, "We are gathered here today to unite Juice and Sara in burning love. Who gives this precious little lady away?"
Beau stood up and said, "Her mother and I do."
Bobby continued, "Do you Sara Jane Reed take Juan 'Juice' Ortiz to be your hunka hunka burnin' love? Do you promise to want him, need him, and love him with all your heart from this day forward?"
Sara giggled and nodded, "I do..."
"And do you, Juice, promise to take this little lady, Sara Jane, and love her tender and never drift apart? To want her, need her, and love her with all your heart from this day forward?"
"I do," said Juice.
"Well, by the powers vested in me by the Great State of California, I now pronounce the two of you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," said Bobby.
Juice dipped Sara and kissed her passionately.
Bobby started singing 'Love Me Tender.'
After the kiss and serenade the guests erupted in applause and cheers.
Juice smirked looking at Jax and asked, "When are you going to marry Tara?"
Tara burst into laughter and exclaimed, "I asked him the same thing this morning!"
Jax shook his head and said, "Not cool, brother. Not cool at all."
Sara laughed and said, "Juice, trying to start trouble as usual."
She leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "Come on we've got to take these pictures before the reception hits full swing."
Juice winked at Jax and followed Sara to the front yard where the wedding pictures were being taken.
Juice walked over to Lola and whispered. "Is everything set?"
Lola smirked and nodded. "Everything is all ready to go. I had Tig help me..."
Sara walked over and asked, "What are the two of you whispering about?"
Lola quirked an eyebrow and said, "I don't know what you are talking back, Sara Jane. Who is whispering? Paranoid..." She laughed and got into place for their wedding party's pictures to be taken.
After the pictures were finished Livvie walked over to Sara and said, "You look beautiful and you look happy. And even though I think you are making a mistake that you will regret... I hope this brings you happiness for as long as you can manage it."
Sara blinked at her mother and sighed. "I suppose that is as close as to 'Congratulations' as I am going to get from you for today... so I will take it." She hugged Livvie. "I need to go change into my reception dress." Sara headed into the house to get changed.
Meanwhile the backyard was being transformed into the reception area featuring lanterns since the sun was quickly beginning to set. The deejay got the music started as the mood shifted from a wedding ceremony to an outlaw party.
Lola was in the backyard enjoying the open bar and waiting on Juice and Sara to make their appearance as husband and wife.
Tig walked up behind Lola and ran a hand up her back. "Here have another drink," said Tig as he handed Lola a glass of rum.
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Tigger?" asked Lola laughing.
"You are a lot of fun when you are drunk." Tig smirked looking at her.
Gemma walked over and said, "Could you go get Sara and Juice. The photographer is only scheduled to be here for another hour, and Sara wanted to get pictures of them cutting the cake and throwing the bouquet."
Lola downed her drink and nodded. "Of course. I'll be right back." She walked into the house and walked back to Sara and Juice's bedroom. She knocked on the door and opened it. "Whooops! Dude why isn't this door locked? Are you kidding me? Nice ass though Juice."
She covered her eyes after already seeing far too much. "Uh... the photographer is only going to be here for another hour. So make it quick... -er..." She turned on her heels closing the door behind her and went back outside.
Sara panted slightly looking up at Juice. "I told you that you should have locked the door!"
Juice laughed shaking his head. "There is an upside to this..."
"What?" asked Sara incredulously.
"Lola thinks I have a nice ass. No one ever compliments me on my ass," said Juice chuckling deeply.
"I wouldn't think you'd want any compliments on your ass considering you might be headed to prison. That is the last place in the world you'd want to have a nice ass," teased Sara.
"You are not nearly as funny as you think you are!" growled Juice playfully.
"Okay get off of me," said Sara.
"What? No! We aren't exactly done here!" exclaimed Juice.
She looked at the clock and said, "You've got ten minutes." She grinned and rolled them over so that she was on top.
Gemma spotted Lola and asked, "Where are they?"
Lola said, "Uh, they are occupied at the moment. I am sure they will be out here soon."
"Mmmhmm..." said Gemma laughing. "I'll have Clay talk to the photographer to convince him to stay a little longer."
Lola chuckled at that part and walked over to Tig. "Dance with me? I like this song."
Tig smirked and said, "Come here, kid." He put his arm around her and walked out to where everyone else was already dancing.
It took 30 minutes but eventually Sara and Juice emerged from the house dressed in the reception clothes. Juice smirked getting knowing glances from the guys. "I guess we should head straight for the cake, huh?"
Sara laughed and asked, "You think?"
Gemma smiled and said, "I am so glad that the two of you could finally join us."
The deejay said, "And now introducing for the first time. Mr. and Mrs. Juan Ortiz! Are the two of you ready for your first dance as man and wife?" The deejay started playing "Maybe I'm Amazed."
Juice and Sara moved to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and started dancing together. "Do you think noticed we are totally late to our own reception?" asked Sara.
Juice snickered as he held her close. "Oh, yeah. They noticed... trust me."
Sara blushed deeply and buried her face against his chest as they slow danced to the music. And for that moment for Sara, it felt like they were the only two people there.
After the song ended everyone clapped for the happy couple.
The rest of the evening they enjoyed themselves at their wedding with plenty of drinking and dancing. As the night started to wind down it was time for Sara to throw her wedding bouquet. She laughed and said, "OK ladies! Who is going to try to catch it?'
Lola kicked off her stilettos and moved to the center of the dance floor with the other women. She was standing next to Tara and laughed. "You are going down, Knowles!"
"Not a chance, Ellis!" said Tara with a smirk.
Sara cast a glance over her shoulder and tossed the bouquet almost between the two of them.
Lola and Tara both leaped into the air together grabbing the bouquet at the same time bringing raucous laughter from the crowd.
Tara laughed and said, "Looks like we will have to split it."
Jax was seated drinking a beer and nearly spit it out seeing Tara catch the bouquet. "Do over! They both caught it!"
Sara laughed and said, "There are no do overs in bouquet throwing!"
Lola looked at Tig's unsmiling face and laughed. "The bouquet is all yours, Tara. Tig looks like he is going to piss his pants." She chuckled letting go of it.
Tig smirked seeing Lola let go of the bouquet. "I don't believe in superstitions anyway!"
Lola countered, "Says the man afraid of our daughter's dollies!"
"Hey!" yelled Tig pointing in her direction as the guy's started laughing at him.
"She got you there," said Clay laughing.
Juice pulled Sara aside and said, "I need to see you inside for a minute."
Sara followed Juice inside. "What's up?"
"It is time for us to go..." said Juice.
"What? We don't leave until later and I am not even packed yet..." said Sara.
Juice smiled and said, "We are both already packed for the honeymoon courtesy of Lola and the bags are already in the truck. We can leave right now."
Sara grinned happily. "Juice!" She threw her arms around his neck squeezing him. "Okay! Let's just go say goodbye to everyone."
Juice shook his head and said, "I don't think so. If we go in there and say that we are leaving early, they will try to keep us here. Lola will let everyone know we are gone later. Let's go, baby!"
Sara giggled and said, "Okay... let's go!"
Juice took Sara's hand and the snuck out of the house and out to his truck that was parked down the block. He opened the door for her and then ran around to his side hopping in. He looked back at the cars of their wedding guest once and then drove off into the sunset with his lady love at his side.