Chapter 12
Waking up the next morning, I smile as I look at the man I am going to be married to before the days end. Rubbing his cheek with me fingers, he slowly opens his eyes. "Morning baby." I say. "Morning." he says as he pulls away and heads to the shower. That isn't like him. He always smiles at me in the mornings. He always at least kisses me. Something is wrong. Maybe he is having second thoughts about marrying me. Not wanting to face what I feel is coming, I get dressed and head out to get some coffee. Walking outside to one of the picnic tables, I sit and look out over the lot and drink my coffee. I hear the doors open but I don't look over. I feel the bench shift a little as he sits down next to me. "Morning sis." Opie says. "You okay?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good." I say, shaking it off. "Bull shit. Talk to me, shorty." Opie says. Looking down at my coffee, I know he is the only one that I can honestly talk to. "Something's up with Herm." I start. "What do you mean?" he asked, worried. "Well, everything was fine last night. When we went to bed, he told me he wanted to marry me...today." I tell him. "Shit sis. That's great. But why don't you seem happy about it? You still want to marry him, right?" He asked confused. "Of course I do. But this morning, when we woke up, he would barely look at me. He just got up and went into the shower. I think he's having second thoughts." I tell him. Opie doesn't say anything. He just pulls me into a hug and holds me for a few minutes before Jax calls him out to his bike.
Getting up, I walk down the hall and climb the ladder to the roof. What if he did change his mind? What if he doesn't want to marry me now? I ask myself these questions as I twirl my engagement ring around on my finger. Sitting there, in my own little world, I don't hear the person coming up the ladder until I hear his footsteps stop next to me. Looking up, I see Herm standing there. Sitting down, he takes my hand. "Don't." I say, pulling my hand away and wiping the tears I didn't realize were falling. "Savy, I'm sorry." he tells me. I can't look at him for fear that it will make it all real. "I didn't mean to ignore you this morning. It has nothing to do with you. I promise." he tells me. "What is it then? Do you not want to get married anymore?" I asked him, afraid of the answer. "What? Of course I do. What would make you think that?" he asked me, confused. "Well, last night, things were perfect with us but this morning, it seemed like you couldn't get away from me fast enough." I tell him. "Babe, I just needed a little time to clear my head. Don't get me wrong, Kyle needed to die but he was still at one point a brother. I just needed a few minutes to regroup. I promise. That was all." he tells me, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles. "Are you sure? Herm, if you want to hold off on getting married, I'll understand." I tell him. I don't want there to be any doubt about it when we get married. "Rosen is meeting us at the courthouse in an hour with the marriage license. Then we are getting married and I am taking you away for the weekend. Just us." he tells me. "Okay." I say as I try to get my emotions in check.
Climbing down the ladder, we get on his bike and we all head to the courthouse. Meeting Rosen and getting in front of the Justice of the peace. After saying our vows, we say our goodbyes and head to the hotel that Gemma set up for us in San Francisco. Walking into the room, we see whiskey for Herm and Champagne for me but don't get to any of it before Herm has be one the bed and us shedding clothes to enjoy our first time as husband and wife. Herm makes love to me and after we both reach our releases, we are laying on the bed in wedded bliss when there is a knock on the door. Herm answers and it is room service with our dinner. "We didn't order room service." Herm says. "There is a note, sir." the server says before rolling the cart inside the room and leaving promptly. Looking over the note, he starts smiling.
Guys,
Congratulations on your marriage. Savy, I am proud of the woman you have become and hope for nothing but love for you. Koz, take care of our girl. If you don't, brother or not, I will hurt you. But for now, enjoy your honeymoon. You have the room for a week with room service every morning and night to keep your strength up. Be good and whatever you do, name it after me.
Tig.
I look at the note over his shoulder and smile at Herm. "I guess this means we have his blessing." I say laughing.