Söbriety • Mötley Crüe •

45. Vegas Wedding

I dunno why, but I think that's the cutest picture ever. 😭 We're switching back and forth with POVS again.

Warnings: Drug Use

Ryan's POV

"That is literally the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life." Sharise fawns over the tiny pink and frilly dress Riley holds out in her arms.

"Pink? Really? There's no white? I hate pink." I groan and they look at me with blank stares, exasperated from shopping all morning.

"Alright, it's your wedding. I'll keep looking." Riley frowns as she puts the dress back on the rack, and Sharise rolls her eyes at me in disappointment.

We rolled into Vegas at about six this morning, Nikki immediately declaring we would be getting married tonight since it's our only day off while we're here. As soon as the plane door opened we separated into two groups: the guys and the girls. Our goal is to get everything we need for a wedding within twelve hours, a goal that only Mötley Crüe could achieve. So far, we've found the perfect dress for me and stunning outfits for the adult women in the group, but we're struggling on what the tiny woman will wear. I'm not sure how the guys are doing with their tuxes and finding a chapel, but if I know how anal Nikki is, they're probably doing better than us.

"Who's gonna walk you down the isle?" Sharise fumbles through dresses on the rack and I shake my head no at all of them.

"I asked Tommy last night. He cried." She holds up a blue and white dress, frowning when I continue to shake my head.

"That doesn't surprise me." She holds up a pink and green dress and I throw my arms in the air in frustration because I've already said no pink. "You're gonna have to settle on something. We only have a few more hours until it's time."

"I know that, Sharise. Don't have to remind me." She wraps her arms around me when my bottom lip pops out into a pout and I rest my head on her shoulder, overwhelming anxiety taking over me.

"It will be perfect no matter what the little gremlin wears, okay?"

"I'm just over this. Why can't we all go naked?" She snorts at my question, her hyena-like laugh both making me smile and hurting my ears.

"Wouldn't that be some shit? Vince has been dying to see you naked."

"Ew, what?" My head snaps up from her shoulder and she laughs at my disgusted facial expression.

"Ever since he met you. He would tell me all about you when I would come visit the center. I fucking hated you before I met you, but once I did I fell in love with you so I couldn't blame him. I'm just glad you favor me and not him." She sticks her tongue out at the air as if Vince was across the room.

"You're lying. Vince was rarely nice to me. The only time he ever said a nice to thing to me was when he gave me his lawyer's number to start my divorce."

Our conversation is interrupted when Riley brings us a puffy white dress the perfect size for Wylie's chunky arms. I can't help the tears that sting the back of my eyes, thinking about how beautiful she'll look in it.

"It's perfect, Riley!" I grab the dress from her and look around the store, finally spotting Emi in a chair in the corner with Wylie in her arms. "Emi! Come here!" I yell across the room and flip off random shoppers who give me dirty glares.

"Oh, that's perfect!" Emi hands Wylie to me and I slowly start to take her clothes off so I can see how the dress looks on her. I'm not sure if you're allowed to have babies try on their clothes, but the soon to be Sixx in me really doesn't give a fuck, we just throw money at our problems to make them go away.