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Authors: Davida Lynn
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heard the sadness in my voice, “Remember what I said: a man can be at the grocery store or in the middle of a gunfight, he’ll still forget to call.”
“Amen to that.” Raven lowered herself into the chair, letting out a very unfeminine grunt. “It feels like this kid has already shrunk my bladder in half.”
“Placebo effect, trust me. It’ll get worse before it gets better. At least your morning sickness is tolerable. I can’t stand throwing up, and when I was pregnant with Trask, it was like the only thing I did.”
Raven’s eyebrows raised as her voice dripped in sarcasm, “Oh, goody. Absolutely cannot wait for that.”
Faith reached over and slapped my knee. “Just see what you have to look forward to!”
Raven laughed. I didn’t. We hadn’t even had sex, yet, let alone any discussion about children.
Faith’s laugh subsided. She leaned back in her chair again and let out a heavy sigh. “All right, let’s stop scaring the girl and get down to business. This wedding isn’t going to plan itself.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “What wedding?”
“Don’t worry.” Raven laughed. “There’s no shotgun pointed at your back. One of the Davis chapter Sons is getting married in a few months, and Faith has been tasked with event coordination. I don’t know how I got sucked into it, but here I am.”
Faith looked past me to Raven. “You got sucked into it because you’re the only woman I know who has a sense of style and is a biker. You don’t find that combination too often, and since I got one upstanding young lady marrying one biker, I need to combine sophistication, class, and chrome.”
Raven shook her head, but I could see that she was happy. “Just don’t expect any miracles from me. You can put a group of monkeys in suits, but that doesn’t mean they won’t still fling their shit.”
Faith raised her glass. “Ain’t that the truth.”
I don’t know if it was all orchestrated to help calm me down or not. It just seemed so out of place that I would be sent all the way down to Bakersfield to help the only female Rising Sons and the matriarch of the Rising Sons plan a wedding. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t long before I fell into it.
It was going to be outdoors in a park on the outskirts of Davis. As the two talked through ideas, it was clear that it would be a biker wedding; equal parts biker and wedding. At the ceremony, there would be a piano player. At the reception just a few minutes later, that piano player would join the rest of his Lynyrd Skynyrd tribute band. I had to stifle laughter more than once.
It wasn’t until much later that I realized I had stopped checking my phone. I had stopped thinking about whether Romero would come back to me. If Faith had been getting to know me over drinks, I’d like to think she approved of me. I like to think that she was doing her part to welcome me into the Rising Sons with open arms.
As we laughed at the ridiculous idea of riding a motorcycle down the aisle, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. At the exact same moment, I heard Raven’s phone beeping out. My smile fell away as I pulled it out. The screen was still on, and I saw the text from my brother.
Gage: Dad’s dead. You need to be here.
“Oh my God.” The phone slipped for my hands and into my lap. “Oh God.” My body went numb. My mind went blank. My heart gave out. The lights faded, and I did nothing to try and hold onto consciousness.
When I came to, I was back in the guest room. Raven was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Faith held a cold washcloth on my forehead.
I sat up, pushing away Faith’s hand. “I have to go. I have to get up there!”
Raven turned around. “You’re not going anywhere. Read this and tell me you still need to go up to Davis.” She extended her phone, letting me read the text she got at the same time as mine.
Gunner: DBs all over Davis trying to flush out the girl and Romero. We haven’t engaged.
My mind
“Amen to that.” Raven lowered herself into the chair, letting out a very unfeminine grunt. “It feels like this kid has already shrunk my bladder in half.”
“Placebo effect, trust me. It’ll get worse before it gets better. At least your morning sickness is tolerable. I can’t stand throwing up, and when I was pregnant with Trask, it was like the only thing I did.”
Raven’s eyebrows raised as her voice dripped in sarcasm, “Oh, goody. Absolutely cannot wait for that.”
Faith reached over and slapped my knee. “Just see what you have to look forward to!”
Raven laughed. I didn’t. We hadn’t even had sex, yet, let alone any discussion about children.
Faith’s laugh subsided. She leaned back in her chair again and let out a heavy sigh. “All right, let’s stop scaring the girl and get down to business. This wedding isn’t going to plan itself.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “What wedding?”
“Don’t worry.” Raven laughed. “There’s no shotgun pointed at your back. One of the Davis chapter Sons is getting married in a few months, and Faith has been tasked with event coordination. I don’t know how I got sucked into it, but here I am.”
Faith looked past me to Raven. “You got sucked into it because you’re the only woman I know who has a sense of style and is a biker. You don’t find that combination too often, and since I got one upstanding young lady marrying one biker, I need to combine sophistication, class, and chrome.”
Raven shook her head, but I could see that she was happy. “Just don’t expect any miracles from me. You can put a group of monkeys in suits, but that doesn’t mean they won’t still fling their shit.”
Faith raised her glass. “Ain’t that the truth.”
I don’t know if it was all orchestrated to help calm me down or not. It just seemed so out of place that I would be sent all the way down to Bakersfield to help the only female Rising Sons and the matriarch of the Rising Sons plan a wedding. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t long before I fell into it.
It was going to be outdoors in a park on the outskirts of Davis. As the two talked through ideas, it was clear that it would be a biker wedding; equal parts biker and wedding. At the ceremony, there would be a piano player. At the reception just a few minutes later, that piano player would join the rest of his Lynyrd Skynyrd tribute band. I had to stifle laughter more than once.
It wasn’t until much later that I realized I had stopped checking my phone. I had stopped thinking about whether Romero would come back to me. If Faith had been getting to know me over drinks, I’d like to think she approved of me. I like to think that she was doing her part to welcome me into the Rising Sons with open arms.
As we laughed at the ridiculous idea of riding a motorcycle down the aisle, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. At the exact same moment, I heard Raven’s phone beeping out. My smile fell away as I pulled it out. The screen was still on, and I saw the text from my brother.
Gage: Dad’s dead. You need to be here.
“Oh my God.” The phone slipped for my hands and into my lap. “Oh God.” My body went numb. My mind went blank. My heart gave out. The lights faded, and I did nothing to try and hold onto consciousness.
When I came to, I was back in the guest room. Raven was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Faith held a cold washcloth on my forehead.
I sat up, pushing away Faith’s hand. “I have to go. I have to get up there!”
Raven turned around. “You’re not going anywhere. Read this and tell me you still need to go up to Davis.” She extended her phone, letting me read the text she got at the same time as mine.
Gunner: DBs all over Davis trying to flush out the girl and Romero. We haven’t engaged.
My mind
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