"A! A!" Abel tugged on my dress trying to get my attention. I spun around to my nephew, laughing as I picked him up. It warmed my heart to hear him call my name, even if he could only manage the first letter.

"Give him to me. His shoes are going to mess your dress up." My mother tried to take the reluctant Abel from my arms.

"Go to grandma, Abel." I kissed him on the forehead before handing him to Gemma.

"No!" The toddler shouted.

"Hey, you listen to your aunt young man."

I spun around, my dress swishing around my feet.

My brother stood in the door of the tent beaming at the scene before him.

"Well, don't you look nice?"he said.

I beamed back at him, my elation threatening to fill me up with the same effect as helium. I knew any minute now I was going to float towards the ceiling of the tent, unable to stop myself. A comical scene of Abel laughing and Gemma watching in horror as Jax grasped my ankles, pulling back down to the floor bloomed unbidden into my mind. I laughed aloud at the thought.

"What?" Jax asked as he walked over to me.

"Nothing. You just might have guide me down the aisle by my ankle, as if I'm a human balloon." I gripped the lapels of Jax's suit to ground myself.

Our mother shot me an understanding look before turning to Jax. "We're going to go sit down. Make sure she is dressed appropriately, please. " She smiled at me before making her way out of the tent with Abel on her hip.

Jax turned back to me and smiled. "You ready for this?"

I nodded. "More than ready. How's Chibs?"

"Who? Oh, uh, well, that's what I came in here to talk to you about…you see…" He pointed over his shoulder towards the road, looking solemn. My stomach fell to the floor of the tent. He couldn't hold his joke for long though, and broke into a wide smile. "…he can't wait to marry you. He's practically floating."

I aimed a fist at Jax's arm. "I hate you right now!" Even as I said it, I smiled.

"Ow!"Jax rubbed the spot where my fist had made contact. "Do you really think he'd get cold feet?"

"Maybe? I don't know! But you don't do that to a girl on her wedding day! I'm nervous as it is!"

"Are you getting cold feet?" He smiled at my choice of words.

"Never." I straightened his lapel as Tara and Lyla appeared in the doorway.

"It's time." Tara spoke while Lyla just smiled at me.

"Come on, you have to take this off now." Jax slipped his hands under my cut at the shoulders.

"You weren't seriously thinking of wearing that out there were you?" Tara asked from the doorway.

"She would have." Jax grinned as he slipped my fully patched cut off my shoulders before throwing it over the chair next to him.

I gave it a last forlorn look, wishing I had been allowed to wear it over my beautiful wedding dress. Maybe I could slip back in here after the ceremony and wear it at the reception. I was brought out of my thoughts as Jax gently swiped some of my honey blonde hair off my shoulders. I didn't dye it black anymore, and the amount of sun I had seen this summer had given me plenty of natural highlights. An affect I had missed about my hair while in my state of mourning. I would always remember Endo and his sacrifice for me, but no longer felt the grief of his death in every step I took. Nor did I feel the same grief for Half-Sack. They were always with me, their voices cropping up in my conscience as much as my mother's did. I kept a picture of Endo and I, right alongside Sack's twenty, in an inside pocket of my cut. They were never removed, except for occasions such as this, where I had taken Sack's twenty and folded it neatly into my bra, to be my something borrowed. I had folded the twenty I gave him into an inside pocket of his cut at his viewing. That was a year and a half ago. I had had time to process through my grief for the men that had given their life for me and my family. In the process, I had realized that I had so much to live for. So many people who loved me, relied on me. My heart filled to bursting with love as Jax lead me out of the tent behind Tara and Lyla. I looked at the people around me, hundreds of them. Sons and their families filled the rows in the back. I looked up the long aisle in front of me, searching for only one person. My eyes met his, and in that moment, he was the only person on the sprawling grassy grounds that were the only place big enough in Charming that fit all my friends and family. His face swelled with elation at the sight of me, his eyes twinkling in the sunlight. Jax's arm under mine was the only thing that kept me from running up the aisle to Chibs. I walked slowly, steadily, past my friends and distant brothers, finally reaching the front row, the ones with my true family. My brothers. My family. Not all blood, mind you, but all family. My mother stood in front of the seat nearest the aisle, holding a squirming Abel in her arms, Clays arm around her waist. In the brief moment my eyes met hers, I saw her tears of joy threatening to overflow. Clay nodded, a warm smile on his lips. Tig stood next to him, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Next to Tig stood Bobby, and by him, Opie and his children, making up the bride's family. I looked to the other side of the aisle, the groom's side, to see Happy, Kozic, and Piney, rounded off with a few new prospects. My heart swelled to see them all there.

Juice stood two spaces behind Chibs, the second groomsman. Tara had taken her place as Maid of Honor, and behind her stood Lyla, my second bridesmaid. If I had been able to come up with more bridesmaids, several more of my brothers would be standing behind Chibs right now, but as the only women I knew well enough were Lyla and Tara, and Juice, Tig, Opie, and Kozic had point blank refused to wear a dress, our bridal party was a bit small.

I turned my full focus back to Chibs as he stepped down to Jax and I and the preacher began to speak. "Who gives this woman to this man?"

Jax turned his sparkling eyes to me, and loudly said, "Her family."

Cheers went up around me from the front row, with no regards for the usual wedding decorum. I smiled at their reactions, but did not look around. I only had eyes for Chibs. Jax put my hand in Chibs before stepping past us to fill his spot as best man. I looked deep into my soon-to-be husband's eyes, willing the moment to last forever. The preacher began his speech, and I only half listened as I smiled at Chibs. Our eye contact only broke when I slid his wedding ring onto his hand, and when he slid my claddagh ring off my left hand, only to turn it around and slide it back onto my finger in the position it would hold for the rest of my life.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Chibs put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me to him even as he stepped forward. Our lips met, saying all the things we needn't say aloud. Whistles, cheers and applause filled the air, coming not only from the front row, but from the entire crowd this time.

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"Come on, dance with me!"

"I can't Tig, I've danced with everyone. I just need a minute to rest my feet." I sat down next to Chibs at our table and reached for his plate of food. He had danced with me first, then with my mom, Tara, Lyla and me again before ambling off the dance floor to mingle with our guests. I however, had danced with every man in our charter, and several of my closest friends from other charters. Even with the ballet flats I wore in lieu of heels, my feet were aching.

Tig huffed down into the chair next to me, shooting me a play annoyed look before stealing a chicken tender from Chibs plate. "Yeah, but I'm special, I get as many dances as I want."

Chibs chuckled. "Leave my wife alone Tig, before she throws something at you."

I smiled at the loving way Chibs had said wife before turning to pat Tig's arm. "Of course you're special, you have the next dance."

"No he doesn't, I do." Juice appeared from the crowd, winking at me as he sat down next to Chibs.

"No, neither of you do." Chibs stood and took my hand. "I want to dance with my wife." He called to Juice and the spluttering Tig before leading me out on the floor.

I giggled like a school girl as he spun me around the floor, my aching feet no longer mattering. He wrapped his strong warm arms around me and held me close, our faces pressed together. I watched the people on the floor as we spun on the spot, content with having him hold me so tightly. My eyes followed a swish of blonde hair to see Lyla, held close by Opie, her eyes staring up into her husbands, a bright smile upon her face. We revolved on the spot, and my eyes found Tara, swaying slowly to the music with Jax, her face alight with laughter at something funny he'd just said. They turned to reveal Jax's shining face, his eyes radiant with glee. He looked up and caught my eye, smiling a contently as if to say, all is well.

All was well. I leaned in to Chibs, sighing with relief. We were whole, we were all together again. I had just married the man of my dreams, and my family was here to share it with me. I was happy. I could deal with anything life threw at me, because I had my husband, my family, and my club. Indeed, all was well. All was as it should be.