Damon holds her hand tightly as they walk over to Fredric’s office. The door is open, so Damon knocks and walks into. “Dad,” Sasha can clearly see that Damon still has to get used to calling Fredric ‘dad’, but he also seems to like it. “Do you have a minute?”
“Damon, Sasha, come in,” Fredric smiles brightly. “I always have time for one of my kids.”
“Cigar?” he offers Damon, but Damon shakes his head and smiles. “Not in front of Sasha, she’s pregnant, remember?”
“You still smoke?” Sasha raises her brow.
Damon nods. “Yeah. Not as much as I did before though.”
“You should quit.” Sasha folds her arms in front of her chest and gives him a dirty look.
“Sasha, you can ask a whole lot from me, and I’ll move heaven and earth for you.” Damon smiles. “But not that.”
“Damon, I don’t want anyone smoking in the vicinity of my kid. Not even you, it stinks and it’s unhealthy. Quit.”
Damon shakes his head, with a mischievous smile. “Can you believe it, dad? I’m not even fully married to her and she’s already trying to mother me. We came here to ask you if you want and can marry us, by the way. Do you have you have licence?”
Fredric smiles, “welcome to the world of relationships, Damon.” He steals a glance at Sasha, his eyes twinkling. “To answer your second question, I am indeed licenced to marry couples, every Alpha automatically is, so you are in luck. I would be honoured to marry you two.” Fredric’s eyes start to shine brightly. “Have you picked a date yet?”
“This Friday,” Sasha smiles, then turn her head to look at Damon, who nods and places his hand on her thigh.
“Well, that is fast.” Fredric raises his eyebrows, “It’s going to be hard to get everything arranged by then.”
“We’re keeping it small, just the family and some friends, nothing more.” Damon states.
“Maybe we can light the barbeque in your backyard, if you are okay with that?” Sasha suggests, looking hopefully at Fredric.
“Hmm alright. I’ll set everything in motion for you then. “I, err,” Fredric looks at Damon with a slight smile, “I am so happy that you are involving me in this, that I get to witness this. You have no idea how happy this makes me.”
“You have no idea how happy it makes me that my soon to be husband is happy, that he now has a father that truly, genuinely cares about him,” Sasha smiles at Damon, “and that he has a family that has his back now and cares for him too.”
Damon smiles and squeezes her thigh, then he leans over and gives her a kiss. “I love you, Sasha.”
Sasha is genuinely happy for Damon. She felt his insecurity, his hurt and his sadness over his miserable relationship with Richard. Finding out that Fredric is his father in stead of Richard, did a one-eighty on his state of mind. From the Damon she has gotten to know, who was in love with her, but was insecure and hurt, the sadness was evident in his eyes, even when he was smiling and happy. He changed in to this confident, raging when crossed, over-the-top happy man. His happiness is radiating from him, it makes him even more handsome than he already is. It’s remarkable how love can change a man.
When Sasha and Damon walk out of the office a half hour later, Sasha entwines her fingers with Damon’s. He turns his face to her and smiles, “what is it?” he asks curiously. “I feel like you have something to say or ask.”
Sasha nods. “I just need something to wear this Friday. I don’t want a long, huge wedding dress, but something a bit more special than the dresses I already have would be nice.”
Damon’s eyes lighten up. “Of course! Take my sisters-in-law, your own sister, or someone else, take my credit card and take a day to go to Litchley and buy yourself a nice dress and everything else you need.” He takes his wallet from his back pocket and takes out a black card. “Here, take this.” His smile widens, “make sure the dress is just as beautiful as you are, love.” He kisses her nose.
“You don’t have to pay for it, you know,” Sasha smiles.
“I want to.” Damon insists.
“You’re already paying for all the rest, Damon.”
“I don’t care. I’d buy anything for you, love. Now take it and plan your day of shopping. I have some errands to run, I’ll see you later?”
“Sure,” Sasha smiles and kisses him when he lowers his head.
Damon walks up on the porch of his cabin and takes a seat on the swing he just hung up. He’s almost done; he wants to get it ready before he marries Sasha, so he can surprise her with it.
“Hey Damon,” Chris gets out of his truck, takes a cool box from the backseat and greets him when he walks up to the porch. “Ready to get the last few things done?”
“Hey Chris,” Damon smiles. “I am, are you?”
“I definitely am. I just talked to dad; you’re going to marry this Friday?” He opens the cool box and hands Damon a beer.
Damon reaches for the bottle and takes a big sip. “Yeah, I don’t want to waste any time.”
“Who’s going to be your best man? Dad?” Chris takes a sip from his own bottle.
Damon shakes his head, “No, he’ll be the one who’s going to marry us. I haven’t really thought about it. Dang it, you beat me to it.” Damon sighs and Chris laughs loudly. “I really don’t know though. I’d pick one of my brothers, but I don’t want to make the others jealous, so yeah.”
“None of us will be jealous with the other, I promise you.”
“Alright then,” Damon gets up from his seat. “Would you- would you like to be my best man?”
Chris looks surprised. “You want me to be your best man? Seriously?”
Damon shrugs, “You’re my oldest brother. And you’re the one who’s helping me the most right now.”
“Sure. I’d be honoured, Damon.” Chris smiles brightly.