Needing Carrie: A Savage Brothers MC Novella(16)

“I just want it done. This shit makes me nervous. You remember what happened when Freak and Nikki got married? And let’s not even talk about the mess that happened with you and Nicole.”

“Freak and Nikki still got married. Hell, he’d be here if Nikki hadn’t gone into labor.”

“I know, but—”

“But nothing. It was a snow storm and they still got married.”

“It was a snow storm in April.”

“Whatever. It didn’t stop the wedding. That’s my point. And Nic and I had a f*cking amazing wedding. The other one was f*cked up from the beginning and us keeping shit from each other was the reason for that whole thing.”

“Well, that and Dani’s f*cked-up past,” I agree, with a sigh.

“Even that wouldn’t have mattered if Nic and I had talked. You don’t have shit to worry about man. You and Carrie don’t have secrets.”

“Except the whole damn wedding I hid from her,” I mutter, rubbing my hand against my jawline. I thought about shaving, but Carrie seems to like my beard, and today, I want to make sure she gets everything she wants.

“Yeah, except that. Jesus, relax *. She knows about the wedding now, and she hasn’t called it off.”

“Yeah. You’re right. I just need her here.”

“Christ, tell me you’re going to grow your balls back after this shit.”

“Fuck you,” I grumble, but can’t stop from laughing because he’s not wrong. I’m tying myself up in knots here. I look at my watch. Twenty minutes. “We could go stand with the brothers. It’s almost time.”

“Let’s go, before you piss yourself,” Dragon says, putting his drink down.

“Kiss my ass,” I mutter, standing up.

“Looks too much like your face,” he jokes, flipping me off, and as weird as it sounds, he’s somehow help set my nerves at ease. Damn bastard.





17





Carrie





“Are you ready?”

Am I? I look at Nicole through the mirror like she’s crazy. I’ve been ready since I woke up and read Jacob’s note. I can’t wait to marry him. Being separated from him is killing me.

“She looks ready to me, but Zander said to make sure Carrie got this before the wedding,” Dani announces, coming into the room holding Jazz’s hand.

“Mommy you’re beautiful!” Jazz grins, running to me.

I bend down to catch her, thinking the same thing. Jazz’s dress matches mine for the most part and her beautiful red hair has been French-braided with small white daisies placed through it.

“So do you munchkin. I love your hair.”

“Mamaw Mary did it.”

“It’s perfect, just like you,” I tell her, bending in and rubbing her nose—which makes her giggle. That’s our thing. We always rub noses like es-kee-moses. That’s at least how Jazz says it. It never fails to make me smile. Of course, I do that every time I hear my daughter laugh.

“Here carrot-top,” Dani says, pushing a small box my way. I go to the bed, pulling Jazz up beside me, and carefully open the box.

Inside, there’s white tissue paper that I fold back. There’s a blue garter that has little tiny pearls over it. A small handwritten note that says, “Something Blue.” It makes me smile, and thankfully not cry and mess up my makeup.

“Who would have thought my son could be so romantic?” Mary asks from the door. I grin at her. We both know Jacob’s heart. He’d move Heaven and Earth for the women he loves. “They’re wanting everyone outside. It’s time to get this show on the road.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you my Jazzy,” Mary laughs. Everyone files out all talking and laughing. I’m standing, but my legs feel shaky. I’m going to marry Jacob…finally. Mary comes over and adjusts my veil.

“It looks gorgeous on you.”

“I like that I have mom’s dress and your veil. The two people who are so important to me. I love you, Mary.”

“It’s going to be a great day, and I’ll have to thank my son for finally making you my real daughter,” she says, squeezing my hand.

“I like that,” I tell her, feeling like my heart is overfull.

“Then we better get you outside. That fancy band my son hired is already playing music.”

“Lead the way,” I tell her, securing the band that holds my train up around my wrist.

It’s finally time.





18





Dancer





“How are you going to like being a married man?” Mom asks, as I escort her down the aisle. I still didn’t get a glimpse of Carrie, but she did call out she loved me and that’s helped. I just need to survive a little longer and I’ll finally have everything I want.

“I’ve been married to Carrie for years, Mom, at least in every way that counted,” I tell her, as we make it to her seat.

“It’s good you’re making it official. I love you, Son.”

“Love you too,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her temple. The word love is still hard for me, though it does get easier with Carrie and Jazz, since I tell them over and over every day. It feels good letting Mary know however. She deserves that and more.