[CLOSED] i'm forever yours. faithfully.

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher picked Bandit up, sitting her on the counter. He fixed a few of the permed ringlets in her red hair, then clipped her little flower into place. She smiled up at him, reaching up to tug on his tie.

"Careful." He told her, and she giggled, looking over the counter. He could tell she was anxious to get her hands in those flowers. And to show everyone her pretty hair. Even Deacon hadn't seen it yet. Thatcher, Bandit, Christy, and Connor had all been at Thatcher's house for the last couple of days, so they didn't break tradition, whereas Marc had Deacon under wraps.

"Where Kissy go?" She asked, looking back up at Thatcher. He helped her down, and she ran her hands over her dress.

"She went to go put on her dress. She got one like you, remember?"

"Yeah." She said, and bounced down the hall, pounding on the door of the guest bedroom. "Com'mone, daddy!" She complained, tapping her finger on the door. Thatcher came up behind her, and picked her up.

"You got everything okay, Connor? And you took your medicine?" He asked, looking down the hall to see if Christy was coming out of the room yet. "Go show Christy how pretty you are, and I'm gonna help daddy, okay?" He said, and Bandit nodded. He sat her down and she toddled down to Thatcher's room, tapping on the door.

"Lemme in, Kissy!"

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor straightened out his jacket, biting at his lip as he tied his tie and synched it close. It was hard to believe he was actually getting married in his life. And to the one person he never wanted to leave.

"Ironic.." He whispered, clearing his throat. He ran a hand through freshly cut hair, had redyed it, knowing Deacon had liked it that way. He listened to the other door open and Christy's excited, "Lookit!"

Smiling to himself, he cleared his throat again. "Yeah, f-fine." He opened the door. "And, n-not yet." Slinking past him, he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing his tranxene and dowing it, then reaching for his psychosis medication. He had lost it the other day after refusing to take it just a few days in a row. Meaning it was just keeping it at bay. He turned, smiled at Thatcher faintly.

[thatcher owen finley]

"Okay.. Please don't forget that. We both know how angry Deacon gets.." He said quietly, leaning down to pick Bandit up again. He grabbed a little box off the counter, then sat Bandit down. "I'm a pirate, so just.. blame it on my roots." He said, opening the box. Thatcher hated to break tradition, even if two men getting married weren't tradition.

"Something old. It's a button off of one of Deacon's shirts when he was little. And no, back then we didn't throw buttons away." He put it gently into Connor's hand. "Something new." And he drew a silver locket out of the box with an R engraved on the front. "But don't open it yet." He said as he laid it in Connor's hand. "Something borrowed." And he handed him a rolled up twenty dollar bill. "And something blue." He laid a scrap of blue ribbon in his hand. "Women used to give their lovers ribbons and scraps of cloth, and that's where the whole.. band on the hats came from. It was a promise that they would love them forever." He smiled, looking back at Bandit.

"I know we didn't rehearse but.. You're gonna come from one end of the seats with Bandit, and he's coming from the other with Christy. So you see each other at the same time. And you're making like.. a horseshoe. And I think there's only supposed to be a handful of people there." He reached over, fixing his tie a bit.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor finished taking his medication, watched him. He gazed down at the items in his hand, ran his thumb over th before sliding them into his pocket as Thatcher fixed his tie.

He would never understand how much this mattered to Connor, how much he was helping. He hugged him tightly after a moment. "Thank y-you.." He whispered before straightening up, beyond nervous now.
Christy wandered out, pulling Bandit with her. Connor smiled. "Y-you guys are gorgeous..."

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher hugged him back gently, afraid to hurt the boy. He was so fragile, it seemed. "You're more than welcome." He said with a smile, looking over at the girls. "Oh my. You're both lovely!"

"Fanks." Bandit said with a smile, toddling over to Connor to hug his legs.

"We'd better get going. It's a long drive back into town." He said, grabbing his keys off the counter. He made sure he had everything before he started out the door, grabbing Connor's suitcases on the way. He piled them into the trunk while the others got into the car, then he got into the driver's seat. "Nervous yet?" He asked with a smile, starting the car.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled down at her, patted her head gently. And despite Deacon always telling him not to, he felt he should at least hold his baby girl for today. He hefted her up carefully on a hip. "Y-you excited?" He questioned, taking Christy's hand and leading them out to the car. Christy climbed in, and he got Bandit buckled in before moving to the other side and climbing in up front. "Beyond," He murmured, smirking Thatcher's way as he ran a hand carefully through his styled hair. He shifted his weight in the seat.

[thatcher owen finley]

"Yeah. You look pretty." She told Connor, laying her head on his shoulder. She kept close to him until he sat her in her seat. Then she yawned and rubbed her eyes, laying her head back on the seat.

Thatcher just smiled when he said he was nervous. He expected him to be. And knowing Deacon, the boy was probably hours ready, pacing back and forth on the floor while Marc was still in his pajamas watching TV on the couch with his sister. "I called Marc and he said that he would take Bandit for the next couple nights, and Christy too, if she wants to go. If she doesn't, that's okay, too." He said, pulling out of his long driveway onto the road. He drove down the small road, and finally got onto the main highway back into town.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled at Bandit, then glanced Thatcher's way. "Alr-"
"I wanna gooo," Christy insisted, reaching forward to poke his shoulder. Connor laughed, clearing his throat. "Okay ok-kay," He teased, crinkling his nose before looking out the window. He couldn't wait to see Deacon.

[thatcher owen finley]

"Aren't you lucky? You got two pretty girls love you to pieces, and you're gonna have the most handsome husband in town." He said with a smile. But otherwise he kept quiet, and the drive there was surprisingly short. He parked out on the road with the rest of the cars, then got out to help Bandit out of the back. He carried her out to the clearing in the back, where their little crowd was waiting. Marc was there, holding tight to Tony's hand; Shaun standing next to him looking miserable and strangely white with a belly she refused to touch under her dress. Then there was Britt, holding onto Zoey's hand, a little boy about Bandit's age looking up at him. He supposed if anyone else would come, they'd be here soon.

He lead Connor around the back. "Just wait here, okay? Shaun or Marc's gonna come get you when everything's ready, okay? Don't let wild child run around." He said, sitting Bandit down. He walked around the tall, almost whimsical bushes, and started over to Deacon with Christy, the boy looking nervous, but handsome, nonetheless. "Wow.." Thatcher breathed, and Deacon smiled.

"Oh, you look pretty!" He told Christy. Deacon had on the opposite of Connor, his shirt untucked with long tails and a black vest. He had the faintest of eyeliner on, and gloves that he kept messing with.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor smiled. "Y-yeah.. I am.." He looked out the window as they pulled up, getting out with Thatcher's help, taking his hand with a scarred one of his own. He played carefully with Bandit's hair, not wanting to mess it up. He nodded at Thatcher's words, a hand on Bandit's shoulder as he watched her quietly, growing impatient.

Christy grinned up at him. "Thank you. You's handsome!" She insisted.