Flower of Scotland

Part 53

Happy dropped me to Lyla's house the following morning where I had been summoned to and then left to meet up with the other Sons before making there way to the reservation where the wedding would take place.

Lyla was nervous I could tell by her movements. Nothing seemed to be going the way she wanted it to and she was becoming agitated. Her hair was still wet and she couldn't find one of her shoes or her garter.

"Breathe Lyla." I said firmly. "It's going to be ok. I can see your shoe under the stool over there. I will do your hair while you have a drink and then I will find your garter."

She took a deep breath in and smiled.

"Ok. Oh my god I almost forgot!"

"What?" I asked, worried it would be something I couldn't help with and she would lost her shit again.

"I have a bridesmaids dress for you. I was so hoping that you would be able to be here so I got you one." She was full of excitement now and I was full of terror.

She leaped up and ran into the bedroom. Reappearing seconds later with a dress on a hanger.

I looked on in horror. Trying to control my face so she wouldn't know how I felt about the dress she was holding.

"It's beautiful isn't it." She beamed.

There were a few words for the dress she held and beautiful definitely wasn't one that came to my mind."

"It's very.....pink." I said.

Pink was not my colour at all. Even worse than the pink was the fact that it was a puffball mini dress with a mesh overlay. I wanted to die.
She ran back into the bedroom and again emerged with a pair of heels to complete the outfit. I had blisters just looking at them but what could I do. This was her wedding, she wanted me to be her bridesmaid and I would have to swallow it.

I plastered a smile on my face and thanked her.

"Come on, let me do you hair so I can get that dress on and you can get married."

She smiled so wide I thought her face would break. Taking a seat in front of me I started drying off her hair so that I could curl it using a wide barrelled tong.

By the time we were done she looked gorgeous. Her ensemble wasn't my taste but she looked lovely all the same.

I had pulled on the little pink puffball dress and heels and stood looking at my reflection in the mirror. I grimaced. I felt so uncomfortable. The dress was short and showed some of the scars on my thighs, the newest one still in the early stages of healing, as well as the one on my chest.

I wasn't usually that bothered about my scars being seen, I just didn't think they complimented such an obviously girly dress.

Piney arrived to take us to the reservation and I came out of the bedroom feeling self conscious. I wouldn't make it obvious to Lyla. This was her day and I would do whatever she needed me to.

"Oh my god! Freya! You look amazing" she squealed.

She passed me a small bouquet. And I kissed her cheek.

"No babe, you look amazing. Let's get you married."

Climbing into the car in a ladylike manner with a dress that is one wrong move away from showing the world what you had for breakfast is a challenge. Climbing out is even worse.

As the music started playing I walked the length of the aisle, extremely aware of the looks I was getting. Chibs beamed at me from his seat and Happy's mouth hung open as I approached him. He stood to hold my hand and guide me up on to the small platform where the ceremony would take place.

"Do. Not. Say a word." I threatened him in a hushed tone.

Lyla glided down the aisle, graceful on her stilettos even on the uneven ground. I had felt like Bambi on ice, being much more used to a block heel or my working boots.

Everyone stood as she approached, her smile was infectious and I felt my own reciprocating.

After Opie and Lyla had said their vows and the party had started. Happy appeared behind me. He wrapped a hand around my waist pulling me against him and turning me slightly in the direction of the newly married couple, whispering in my ear.

"I want that."

I smiled.

"Your too late I'm afraid babe, she just got married." I quipped.

He used his other hand to slap my arse.

"Don't get cute, you know what mean."

I chuckled at him.

"Marry me Freya." He said seriously.

"I'm not wearing a dress like that." I told him.

"You can wear nothing but my kutte as long as you say yes." He gruffed into my hair.

I paused for a moment, considering what he had said.

"Ok." I replied.

He spun me around in his arms, I would have fallen if he hadn't been holding me, my feet were already burning from the unfamiliar style of shoe and that didn't help in the slightest.

"Was that a yes?" He asked.

I smiled at him and leaned forward to touch my lips to his.

"Yes Happy, it was a yes." I told him.

He scooped me up and kissed me hard. While I desperately tried to keep the dress from riding up and flashing everyone in close proximity.

"Hap. Your pulling my dress up." I squeaked.

"This dress is fucking hideous." He laughed. "It's not you at all."

I dropped my forehead to the front of his shoulder and groaned.

"I can't wait to take it off."

Happy's chest vibrated as he made a sound of agreement.

Putting me down, he deftly slipped a ring on my finger without even looking down. Slowly I raised my hand to look at it.

"It's my moms. She gave it to me years ago, hoping I would find the right girl and settle down." He spoke softly with a hint of nervousness, like he was worried I wouldn't like it.

I smiled up at him. Putting my hand with my newly decorated finger to his cheek and kissing him softly.

"Guess I need to go speak to your Dad." He whispered.

"What? Why?" Two very good questions I asked.

"Have to have his blessing don't I." He told me with a half smile as he slowly pulled away from me.

"Right now?" I said gripping the leather at his shoulders.

"Why not?" He shrugged.