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My ol’ man wore the suit I thought he would look so handsome in, and he did, dashingly so. His brother stood beside him, playing second fiddle to him in the looks department. I’d settled on having the ol’ ladies of rank stand up next to me, so Jassica, Cece, Mary and Leo were next. They each wore a nice dress, but they didn’t match, and I didn’t care.
Dimple’s nimble fingers danced and changed the music for my procession. I smiled at the sound. “Fields of Gold” was one of my favorites. It was time for me to make my entrance. My father wheeled me down the aisle and the faces of our friends, our family, blurred into a sea of smiles and tears. This community had come together in our darkest hour to stand by us, to fight for us. Reaching Kingpin, seeing the love and pride on his face, I knew that no matter what life threw our way, we’d face it as we had everything else together.
My father gently stopped the wheelchair at the altar. Kingpin took my hands in his, helping me to stand. Despite the pain, standing there, clad in my Gran’s wedding gown, face to face with the biker I loved, made every ache disappear. The gown, a vintage masterpiece, was crafted from ivory lace that had aged to a soft cream adorned with hand-stitched floral patterns and delicate beading on the bodice. Its silk and lace skirt flowed gracefully, carrying the legacy of the women who wore it before me.
Completing the look, I wore my Gran’s simple yet elegant pearl earrings and necklace, the precious heirlooms she’d remembered despite her dementia. The arena’s hall had been transformed, strung with lights, and filled with fresh flowers. Any they could find on short notice since the other ones had wilted away.
Memphis had said something that rang through my mind now. “There are always more flowers, somewhere, fields of them out there…” she said as she was scrambling to make the hall as beautiful as it had been before. The new flowers that a friend of ours put in so much effort to find made our wedding more sacred than ever.
Jesus, the club’s chaplain, a friend I’d made at my lowest, a biker who’d seen the club through our highest highs and lowest lows in the last couple of years, stood ready to officiate. Even if he was half-dressed with his shirt off, showing off Mother Mary and baby Jesus interspersed with a string of weapons.
His tattoos were confusing, but his sweet presence, so familiar and comforting, grounded me as we prepared to exchange our vows.
I glanced up at Kingpin, my heart swelling with love and admiration for this outlaw biker. I’d written my vows, words that I’d mulled over for months, trying to encapsulate the depth of my feelings. I’d kept them short per our agreement. Clearing my throat, I began, my voice steady but filled with every emotion imaginable. They rhymed and any other time, I knew my ol’ man would poke fun at that, so I tried my best to keep a straight face as he listened.
“Beau, in the life we’ve chosen, the road we ride, I’ve found my home, my heart, my guide.” I took a big breath. “Through every storm, every fight, your love has been my guiding light. You’ve shown me strength, passion, and loyalty, qualities that bind you to me eternally. I vow to stand by you, to ride this ride with you, side by side, in love, respect, and pride. For reflected in your eyes, I’ve seen my truth, a love so profound, endless, and uncouth. I promise to be your anchor, your partner, your friend, in this life we share, until the very end.”
Tears glistened in Kingpin’s eyes as he listened, squeezing my hands gently in reassurance as I blushed. Then, to my surprise, instead of reading vows from the piece of paper in his hand, Bubba handed him a guitar. A hush fell over the crowd as he strummed the first chord, his voice clear and filled with emotion as he sang a ballad he’d written just for me.
“In the roar of the engine, in the whisper of the night,
I found a love so fierce, it turned darkness into light.
Eve Angel, you’re my heart, my soul, my queen,
In your eyes, is the most beautiful world I’ve seen.
With you, I’ve laughed, I’ve lived, I’ve dreamed,
Through troubled times, against the stream.
My vow to you is simple, my love true,
To cherish, protect, and always honor you.
This song’s my promise, my heart in every word,
A pledge to love you, unseen, unheard.
For you’re my everything, my reason, my rhyme,
And I’ll love you, my Love, until the end of time.”
As Kingpin sang, every word, every note resonated deep within my heart, melting away any remnants of fear or pain. The song was so special, highlighting our journey, a promise of our future. When he finished, the hall erupted in hoots and hollers.
Kingpin took my hands once more as Jesus led us through the final steps of the ceremony, but my mind was still on Kingpin’s song, so simple, yet a gift more precious than any other. Even though we’d had our rings, we exchanged them, our hands shaking like it was the first time.
My biker reached up and wiped my tears away as we were pronounced the President and his ol’ lady. Then Kingpin took my waist and the back of my neck. He kissed me like only he could. Our world seemed to stand still. His tongue ring clicked against my teeth and his beard scraped my bruised chin. I reached up and tugged his wild hair.
In that moment, surrounded by our club, bound by love and the vows we’d exchanged, our marriage seemed more real than it ever had. I realized why this wedding had been so important to me. Kingpin wasn’t just mine. He belonged to Royal Road and all his Royal Bastards. Standing up here in front of his family, who had so warmly welcomed me, had been essential to our story.
The reception that followed our vows was a beautiful contradiction, a blend of the unconventional biker spirit with the elegant touches I had dreamt of for our special day.
Bubba, with that mischievous glint in his eye that I’d come to know so well, because it was identical to Kingpin’s, stood up to give his toast, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Now, I could stand here and talk about love and mushy stuff,” he began, his gaze flicking to Kingpin. “But I think we all need to take a moment to appreciate the miracle that is my brother actually settling down. Who would’ve thought?”
The room erupted in laughter, the shared history among those present adding weight to his words.
