Chapter 359: Round Two
*But I don’t have to share my spider, do I? – Ashlyn*
Gertie was the only one that knew why Shiloh had asked her to find the small silver trinket. And as she stood smiling at Toad, she refused to explain what it was. What it meant. Giving a small shrug, she moved back to her place.
Pulling back, Pagan looked down at his wife. “How far?” he whispered.
“About three months. I had my suspicions when we talked about you making pretty little girls.” She whispered back.
“I love you.” He kissed her again and she reciprocated the endearment. “You still want to…?”
“Yeah, I do.” She agreed with a smile.
“Good.” Grinning, he looked at his sister. “Hey, witchy woman.”
“I brought it.” Ciara confirmed.
The couple looked at Toad and he grinned at the conspiracy that the three of them had between them. “Round two?”
With a laugh, Pagan confirmed, “Round two.”
Then both he and Shiloh pulled their hands out of the rope, grasping their end and pulling it to tighten the knot. Ciara stepped forward and took the cords from them before moving back to her chair. Pagan placed the silver trinket into his pocket as he turned towards Cookie. Taking his daughter from his friend, he pushed the dark-skinned man towards Toad.
Using the momentary confusion, Shiloh grabbed Gertie and then Karan and forced them to stand side by side, facing Cookie.
“I have been quite upset with these two who took my wedding away and went to Vegas. Before they think that they can pull a Molly and add to their family without the rest of us, we’re having a second wedding today.”
“Is this why told me that we needed to get a ring for Gertie?” Cookie asked his friend as Pagan sat Alyssa on the ground.
“It is.” Pagan grinned, wrapping his arm around his daughter’s shoulders and pulling her towards him. When Ashlyn moved next to him after Repeat sat her on her feet, he did the same to her.
Gertie looked at Shiloh, tears forming in her eyes. “But today is your day.”
“I’m not the only person in the world that is getting married today. And if I’m going to share today with anyone, it would be the woman who accepted me without question and never left when things got tough.”
“Oh, Shy.” Gertie cried out as tears spilled out of her eyes, Karan sniffled as her own tears began to fall.
“None of that.” Cookie declared as he brushed the tears away from both of their cheeks. His own voice cracked with emotion.
“Witchy woman.” Trigg called out.
Laughing, Ciara walked back up to the front. “Is that now my name?”
“You have another one?” Trigg asked as she placed the three hands together as she wanted them.
“Would it matter?” She asked with a grin as she pulled out a new set of cords from her jacket pocket. With Trigg’s ‘nah’ as an honest answer, she laughed as she began to wrap the cords. “I didn’t think so.” She admitted just before she recited the blessing changing it only slightly.
“Blessed by the goddess, blessed by love and blessed by me. I bind these three, they to them and them to they. By the power of three, so mote it be.”
She then pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads and recoiled slightly at the coldness that she felt with one of them. keeping her smile in place, Ciara turned back to her chair, but her eyes sought out the other woman in the crowd. A sad smile graced Nessie’s lips as she nodded in acknowledgement. Sitting down, the grey witch offered up a prayer to her goddess for peace and understanding.
“Now you three can’t get away.” Trigg grinned. “And you know what makes this even better? They’ve had no time to work out vows or what to say. It’s all going to came from their hearts.”
There was a light ripple of laughter from the group.
“Cookie, you’re up first, you lucky bastard. Other than the obvious,” Trigg turned from the large black man to the two women currently tied to him, “ladies you fine, damn, if I wasn’t married to my stepsister-“
“And about thirty years younger, you old bastard!” Sid yelled out.
“Hush, woman!” Trigg replied to his wife. Looking at the two women before him, he sighed. “I hate it when she’s right, but I would have to be about thirty years younger to keep up with you. How the hell does he keep up?”
“Even better,” Cookie looked out at the crowd and found the large man surrounded by his five wives and more than a dozen kids. “How the hell does Molly do it?”
“Becks.” Everyone around him replied. As did most of the other Saints and their families.
Molly smiled at his first wife in complete adoration. She blushed as the other four wives looked at her with equal love and admiration. Leaning over the daughter sitting between them, Molly kissed Becks until his son grabbed his beard.
“No.” Two-year-old Tobias told his dad from his Momma Becks lap. “Mine!”
“Please tell me that they grow out of that stage!” Molly’s cousin, Chance, demanded as his son, Michael, pushed him away from his wife, Rye.
“I don’t know.” Molly admitted. “He’s my first boy. I’ll let you know in about sixteen years.”
“We are not turning *my* wedding into an episode of Dr. Phill.” Trigg warned. “Deal with your family shit later.”
“*Your* wedding?” Cookie asked with a grin.
“Yes, *my* wedding.” He confirmed. “Now shut up and tell these lovely ladies why they should put up with you for the rest of their lives.”
Cookie arched an eyebrow at the president of the sister chapter. “How do I shut up and tell them that they are the light of my life? That they give me peace in this fucked up world. That I hope that this baby is the first of many, maybe not as many as Molly has.”
“Thank God.” Karan and Gertie both sighed in relief.
“You’re doing just fine. So, shut up and keep going.” Trigg grinned.
With his free hand, he reached out and caressed Karan’s cheek. “You let me have my wild times but are there to bring me back to earth.” Pulling her closer, he pressed a light kiss to her lips. Then he turned his attention to Gertie and cupped her cheek. “You completed us in a way that I did not know we were needing.” He pulled her in for a light kiss also. “I love you both and look forward to growing old like this man.”
Trigg looked at Cookie with a straight face. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I *am* getting older, I would be offended. But my house is empty and me and my wife get to get busy anywhere in the house we want.” Smirking he added, “You don’t get to do that again for another eighteen to twenty-two years.”
“Twenty-two?” Alana, Chance’s mother, scoffed. “Ha! Your little birdies *always* find their way back to the nest.”
“True story.” Toad’s wife, Siobhan, agreed.
Jaye, Molly’s mother, scoffed. “Your birdies and everyone else’s. And just wait until they start bringing home every stray dog and cat and misguided child.”
Her husband, Patch, began to whistle innocently as he looked at the light overcast sky, trying not to meet his wife’s eyes. Those who knew him chuckled because he was notorious for bringing home discarded pets and people.
“Ignore them.” Trigg waved the audience away. “Tell this idiot and this beautiful redhead why they are lucky to have a woman such as yourself.”
“They’re not.” Karan said as she fought back her tears. “But I’m lucky to have them. Cookie never asked me to change, never asked me to give up my extra-curricular activities. He just asked to be involved in one way or another.”
Looking at Gertie, a tear slipped out of Karan’s eye and the redhead brushed it away. “He’s right. We didn’t know that we were missing something. But you filled that unknown void, and I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you both.”
“I love you, too.” Gertie said softly. “You showed me that I was not broken. That I was whole and with you two, I was complete. I *am* complete.”
Trigg wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye “I love this shit, but damn it, Nessie, do you hafta cut onions right now?”
There was a light ripple of laughter from the crowd.
“Give these lovely ladies their rings.” Trigg ordered.
“How?” Cookie raised their tied hands.
“Well… How the hell did you two do it?” Trigg asked Pagan.
“We didn’t.” He admitted as he removed the silver ring from his cut pocket.
“Fuck, figure it out, I want cake.”
“There it is!” Chance declared loudly.
