Turbulent Ryver

Chapter 20

Ryver's POV

Yesterday was interesting, to say the least. After the boys attempted to spy on us, we drove two towns over and played laser tag, decided it would be a weekly girl's night activity. They said around Halloween, they have a zombie course. We had to take the easy one, with me being pregnant, but it was so fun. Then, we hit the spa, personally, the laser tag was more my speed, but I wanted to look perfect for Liam today. We stayed up late watching scary movies and talking. All in all, I loved it. Now, I am getting my lazy butt out of bed. We have to have our hair and makeup done, then head over to the chapel. We have to beat Liam and the boys there, so he doesn't see me. Bad luck and all that. 

I am almost ready to have the babies, Doc says maybe two weeks. He told me no stress, right. After a nice shower, I am sitting at the table at the pack house with Quinn and Lynn, eating pancakes and laughing our asses off at Lynn's impression of Luke. My phone rings, it's Ryder. "Hey, Pony ride, what's up?" "I have something important to tell you, but don't freak out, OK?" "Out with it, Ryder." "I have a mate, it's a werewolf, and a guy" I squeal! "Oh My God! Who?" "Chris." "HA! I KNEW IT! That is awesome, bro, I am so happy for both of you" "Really?" "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" "Because that makes me gay, Ryver." "So fucking what, you are my brother and what makes you happy, makes me happy." "Thanks, Short stack, I gotta go." "Bye" "Bye"       I look at Quinn and Lynn and we all laugh, "That is so awesome!" I yell and they nod. 

We are being tortured by the stylists. They are doing our hair and it is slightly painful. Pull here, tug here, hot rollers, curling irons, evil, evil, evil. After an hour, our hair is done and we are on to makeup. More torture, if I go blind, it's all Liam's fault. We are done and look in the mirror then our eyes meet each other's and we smile. The torture was worth it, we all look great. After gushing over each other, we load up our dresses. We are getting dressed there so we don't get anything on our dresses. They are wearing floor length A-line strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline in deep burgundy. The guys are all wearing black tuxes with matching burgundy bow ties and vests. My dress is simple but elegant. It is also strapless, a line dress with a sweetheart neckline, but mine is ivory and has a train that makes the dress longer than floor length and has a light layer of tulle with sparkles on the skirt. They are safely zipped up in garment bags and placed in the trunk of Lynn's car. 

I am standing in the bride's room at the chapel, I have asked everyone to give me a few minutes to myself. I need to breathe and all day I have been surrounded by people. I am staring at my reflection when I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I spin around and there stands Sierra, Colette, and Mia. Great, attack of the Barbie clones. "What is it that you want? Am I supposed to be impressed that you are here? Should I be shocked that your cronies broke you out of jail? Too bad, cause I'm not. Say whatever you came to say and get the fuck out." I growl at Sierra. She smirks, "I didn't come here to TALK to you, I came here to KILL you. God, you are so stupid." The fight was on, I may be in a wedding dress and pregnant, but this bitch was going down once and for all. They all charged me at once, three on one, seems fair. I blocked blows, but I still took a few. I gave them right back. They were getting blood on my dress and messing up my hair, but I wasn't worried about that, I was worried about my babies. So, like the fucking fierce momma I am, I beat that ass. 

I knocked Mia out, next was Colette. With two of her barbie clone's knocked out, it was just her and me. She scratched my face and pulled my hair. I punched her face and kicked her gut. She finally managed to pin me down and was about to stab me with a large silver knife. I rolled and she fell. I jumped up, as much as a pregnant woman can and kicked her. The knife slid across the floor, but I grabbed it before she could. She charged me again, but this time, I stabbed her in the heart. She looked down at the knife sticking in her and then back at me. "Well, that wasn't the way I planned this to go." Then she fell to the floor, dead. I almost felt sorry for her, almost.