CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Website where all photos of all outfits mentioned is on my profile. Short chapter again, sorry all.

The changing of cars and dropping off of Abel and Doj doesn't take more than 20 minutes. Handing Gemma the bag for Abel she laughs and opens the back of her Caddy to show me the pack of diapers she's left in there, with the wipes, a new tin of formula and what appears to be 6 new bottles. "I think we're both prepared for him baby. I even brought a couple of outfits for him too." Holding up two mini hangers I giggle at the tuxedo onesie hanging from one hand and the one that looks like it's a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt printed on soft cotton.

"Let Jax decide which one he wears." I tell Gemma, giving her a quick hug as the horn on my Nitro is jabbed. Donna sitting in the driver's seat impatiently tapping the steering wheel.

"Are we ready? We have to be in Stockton at the beauty parlour at 1130 and it's already 915." Donna grouches when I get into the passenger's seat.

Buckling my seatbelt I saw a quick hello to Cherry and Lyla in the backseat and wave out the window to Al and Cam who are pulling out of a car park in Al's car. "Alright D, keep your panties on. We can go now."

We stop at Lumpy's for breakfast, Cherry's eyes almost popping out of her head when she watches Al and Lyla both demolish plates stacked with bacon, eggs, sausage and hash browns along with several cups of coffee. Shaking my head in amusement "I know. I'd love to be able to eat that much but I'd get fat."

Donna snorts, watching as Al bites into a piece of toast "Nah, you'd just make yourself sick."

"That too."

Finishing the coffee in my cup I lean back and pull my bag into my lap searching for the pack of breath mints in there, Five hands appear in front of me and I drop tiny green disks onto their palms, throwing the pack back in my bag after sticking one in my own mouth "So we better go, we've got a little over an hour."

The horrendously strong smell of nail polish and the glue from fake nails seems like it's embedded in my nostrils when the 6 of us leave the beauty parlour at 230, we'd all had our nails done by the same two people, the French tips on everyone's feet and matching hands for the 5 'bridesmaids' with my fingers the only ones that look different. Leaning against the side of the car I shake my head inhaling the fresh air.

"Sorry girls, I didn't think they'd book us back-to-back with the same person, I thought they'd have us all being done at the same time." Donna says sounding really irritated.

Shaking her head Cam hugs her lightly "It's okay. Not like we've got to be anywhere in a hurry. I'm doing all the hair and makeup and as long as I have at least a couple of hours total I'll be fine."

Lyla lifts her wrist and checks her watch "Then maybe we should go its 230 and doesn't the wedding start at 630?" I nod "And it's an hour drive from here to wherever it is that we're going?" I nod again and she waves her hands "Well we really should make a move then."

Al ushers into the cars, all of us getting into the two cars and pulling out of the car park before anyone can say anything else about the time.

Turning to Donna when we're half way back to Charming I frown "Where are the dresses?"

Donna laughs "You only just thought about it now?" She giggles for what seems like a long time before snorting and regaining her composure "Gemma took the dresses, shoes, accessories and Cam's make up suitcase to the reservation this morning. It's all in the trailer for us."

Twisting in my seat I look at the pair in the back seat "You brought the foundations like Cam asked?" Both Cherry and Lyla nod and I smile "Sweet, so we've got no issues."

Donna smirks "Nope, we're all sorted."

"Good." I say with a huge smile, leaning my head rest against the top of the seat "Can we stop for coffee please D."

Cherry laughs "You know I don't know anyone that drinks as much coffee as you."

Donna and I glance at each other "Gemma." We both say at the same time laughing.

Turning in my seat again I shrug "I don't really drink as much as it seems I'm sure."

Lyla lifts an eyebrow "Really?"

Laughing again I shrug "Okay so I probably do drink too much. But, oh well. It could be worse; it could be vodka I was drinking instead."

"What the fuck?" Donna snaps, looking into the rear view mirror.

Looking between Lyla and Cherry's shoulders I spot the police car and sigh "Nobody has anything illegal do they?"

Cherry laughs, shaking her head and Lyla snickers "Sure, the person who works in porn carries illegal substances. Luann would kill me if I got busted for anything, especially with only a little while till I'm done working for her."

Giggling as the car coasts to a stop "Lu would only wonder where you got it from and why you didn't share with her."

Al and Cam stop just in front of us, my phone chirps a second later with a text from Cam asking if we're okay. Replying quickly that we're fine and for them to keep going I'm just dropping my phone again when the officer finally makes it to the driver's window which Donna has already rolled down. Her licence along with both my registration and insurance details in her hand hanging out the window.

Within seconds the papers are passed back and he leans down "Who's the owner?"

"Me." I say with a sigh, leaning forward "Is there a problem officer?"

He chuckles "No, not at all, I was just admiring the paintjob. Is there a story behind it?"

Leaning further past Donna I read the name badge attached to his shirt "Look Officer Trammel, you obviously know exactly what it means. Is there a problem?"

The officers face brightens into a smile "No, not at all. Just wondering your connection to the Sons."

Pointing at Al's car which is still in front of us "Two old ladies in there, four in here, you could say we're the force that keeps SAMCRO fed, clothed and well fucked."

Giggling as he chokes on a rapidly inhaled breath it takes several seconds before he stands up "Well, then I guess you're all on the way to the wedding?"

Donna snorts "They're won't be a wedding unless we get there."

"Pardon?"

Donna copies my gesture in pointing towards Al's car "Two bridesmaids in there, three in here along with the bride."

Stepping back from the car he waves his hand forwards with a chuckle "Well then you better go, I remember how many hours my wife took to get ready before our wedding."

Blowing a raspberry towards the roof Donna ignores me and thanks the officer, pulling out around Al and Cam seeing she's the only one in the 2 cars who actually knows where we're going.

Donna passes me back all the paperwork she was still holding as she steers back onto the road with a thoughtful hum. Waiting till she works out what she's thinking it's about a mile later that she opens her mouth "I wonder if he's on the guest list."

I shrug "I have no idea, all I know is that the people who used to share my last name were invited and declined to even answer so they're not on the final list Gemma did for the security she organised."

Cherry leans forwards, peering between the seats "Why is there going to be security?"

"Ask Gem!" Donna and I both say, sharing a glance. We're fully aware that she organised security at Clays request due to the highly wanted Irishmen who will be there.