CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

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Mid-way through dinner which Gemma had combined all of our favourite foods so we ended up with mac and cheese beside sirloin steaks Happy appears at my side, a frown on his face.

"What's wrong Hap?" Jax asks quietly, looking around to make sure there's no shit happening, between the few 9ers that are there with Laroy, the Irish, Unser, and charter members from the entire country. Seeing no issues he shrugs at me while Happy continues to frown.

Lifting my eyebrows I look over at him "Problem?"

Happy nods, his voice very low when he speaks "Yeah, you could say that."

"Okay, what?" Jax leans forwards in his seat to hear what the issue is while Happy glances around slightly uncomfortably.

"I checked out the dessert table." He sounds annoyed and as I glance over at the table he's talking about I start laughing, instantly realising what his issue is.

Jax hasn't been quiet as attentive and his forehead creases "Okay, you have a problem with dessert?"

Hap nods but doesn't say anything while I start giggling. Stuck in my laughter for several minutes Happy's frown deepens and Jax looks completely confused.

When I finally get hold of my laughter I reach over and pat Happy's hand lightly "It's okay Hap, I'll make you some cupcakes when we get back from the rally."

Jax chuckles as Happy nods, getting back to his feet and crossing back to the table he'd been sitting at. Leaning closer he whispers "He was upset about lack of cupcakes?"

I nod, still giggling occasionally "Have you not realised yet that Hap has an unhealthy love affair with cupcakes?"

Jax nods "No, I realised that he has this obsession with cupcakes, well the ones you make anyway. I just didn't expect him to be upset there weren't any here."

I'm still battling my giggles when Gemma gets everyone's attention with a tap on the microphone "If everyone's finished their dinner we're going to have cake in a minute. I know neither of these guys even thought about a cake during their out of state wedding so we kinda went overboard with the one here."

Clay snorts and Gemma narrows her eyes at him "Okay, I went overboard."

The cake is wheeled out on a separate table that looks kinda like a tea trolley, covered in a white cloth the four tiered cake looks huge, the alternating purple and white layers with a motorcycle topper on it make my eyes widen and me giggle at the same time.

Jax pushes his chair back and holds out his hand to help me get up, the several glasses of wine I've drunk making me slightly unsteady on my feet for a fraction of a second and he chuckles when I lean against his side as we walk over. "You okay babe?"

I nod, resting my head on his shoulder for a second "Yeah, just a bit of a head rush."

Jax tightens his grip on my side, squishing me closer to his body as we reach his mother's side, the huge silver knife in her hand engraved with our initials and wrapped in a long purple ribbon which almost touches the ground. Handing it to Jax handle first she steps backwards so that the people who've stepped forwards can take photos, including Al who I finally notice has one of my cameras with her. Cocking my head to the side in silent question she gestures towards Gemma with a grin.

We make the first cut into the cake, setting the knife beside it while two of the catering crew dart forward to wheel the cake away to be cut into slices. The almost whispered question regarding the top tier makes Jax frown in confusion again and I shrug, explaining as we're talking back to our seats that the top tier is normally kept for a christening cake.

Jax shudders slightly "Can you imagine my mother if we let her loose on something like that?"

I grimace as Al reaches our side, my camera hanging from her neck and a grin on her face "Gemma was going to organise a photographer but I suggested it might be better if someone already coming did it, someone that was in the no about our green friends." Al's eyes flick towards the table where Clay and Gemma are talking with the Irishmen who's names I can't remember and accents I can barely decipher.

Jax nods in understanding, passing my glass to me and picking up his second beer of the four he allowed himself, he'd already told me he was driving later so would stay away from spirits much to my shock and happiness when he pointed out my intense dislike for anyone who drank to much and drove was the deciding factor.

Al drifts off again, snapping photos as she goes of the tables, even from where I'm sitting I can see her carefully framing each to not show the Irish who shouldn't be in the country due to the level of wantedness.

The catering staff start reappearing from the back with plates containing cake, one of them comes to us and hands us each a piece and a third plate with cake for Doj before returning to the almost constant stream coming through the gap between the food tent and the tree line. Gemma had picked to get two flavours in the cake, the slices coming out are a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, Jax and I end up with one of each. Whistling loudly Doj come trotting towards the table from where he'd been sitting near where the twins were with Piney and Miles, the poor prospect ending up with assistance of feeding duty while Ellie and Kenny's parents and grandfather looked on a laughed.

Jax looks confused as I set the third plate on the ground, sitting back into my chair I smile at him "The Chief made a cake for him. It's completely natural, no cocoa, sugar or anything else that can hurt him. Mainly it's just made of dog food, eggs, flour and chunks of beef."

Jax chuckles "Spoilt dog."

I nod "Wasn't even my idea, apparently because I asked about him being here the Chief decided that he should have some cake too."

Jax shakes his head, picking up his fork and using it to cut a bit of cake off the side "As long as he doesn't want this one too."

"He doesn't. But I do."

Jax looks over at me and laughs, lifting his fork to my lips so I can have the tiny corner piece of the slice of chocolate cake he has, feeding him the bigger bit of vanilla cake on my fork is a cliché that I couldn't pass up, Al managing to get a photo of the moment makes Jax's grimace and my smile widen.

The table covered in cake is emptied quicker then I would have expected but looking up I can see that Al and Lyla both have a slice of each cake in front of them, as do most of the Sons. Shaking my head I gesture for one of the catering crew to come over and quietly ask them to slice some more cake.

Tig follows her through the gap, returning a minute later with a plate and a huge smirk on his face, which lasts till he sits down and shoves the first bite of cake into his mouth. The smirk fades as he chews, his expression turning into one of dislike. Swallowing forcefully he looks around the table where everyone else is enjoying their cake before looking down and narrowing his eyes. Getting to his feet he comes towards the table and sets the plate on the edge.

"What the fuck is this?" He whispers at Jax and I.

Looking down I burst into laughter, my breath coming in gasping giggles as Jax shrugs. Tig's eyes lock on my face and I struggle to get my lungs under control so I can answer.

Tig looks beyond annoyed when I finally manage to start speaking "Tiggie, Tiggie, Tiggie, that is the cake that was made very specially by the Chief of the Wahewa."

Jax snorts in realisation and Tig's eyes narrow even more "It tastes like dog food."

"That's cause it is!" I splutter out between giggles "It was made for Doj. The table is reloaded with normal cake if you want some. I'll give that to Doj too."

Tig growls, stomping off towards the bar where he downs a couple of shots rapidly before collecting cake from the table, sniffing it carefully before returning to his seat.