Church Encounters: Chapter 6 (part 2)
-- This fic was written in collaboration with @Igg5989, she is posting this on her tumblr and on her AO3 too and she made this amazing moodboard!
Please excuse the Italian we did everything via Google Translate
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Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas --
Once you had finally convinced yourself and Jake to get off the couch, you found yourself in the kitchen with the rest of the women. Alessandra was sitting at the island snapping green beans in half, Maria was helping Isabella peel potatoes, Nonna was keeping a close eye on the turkey, and Sofia was preparing the ham to be put in the oven. After breakfast, it was decided by everyone that you were to be put on pie duty. They had presented you with the ingredients for both an apple and a pecan pie.
You had put your own flair on both of the pies, making the dough from scratch and taking extra care to ensure each apple and pecan was sliced or chopped to perfection. Once the pies had been baked and came out of the oven, you started helping Sofia and Alessandra who had moved on to preparing beets and the rolls for dinner. As you stood, making kind conversation with them, discussing babies and married life, a scream brought everything in the kitchen to a screeching halt.
Every eye turned to the doorway as Luca appeared with a screaming Catalina, your heart dropped when, in his hand, you recognized your chapel veil. The pristine white fabric and it’s pattern didn’t look right the way that it was being held. Sofia moved towards them to pick Catalina up, and you moved towards Luca, gently taking the fabric from him.
“Where did you get this?” you asked him, trying to keep your voice soft and not lose the temper that you weren’t known for having.
“Catalina had it, I think she accidentally stepped on it,” he said, looking at you with wide eyes.
You looked at the once beautiful fabric in your hands. There appeared to be thread missing from some of the roses on it, and it was ripped jaggedly across its length. Pushing out a shaking breath, you stood up, from your crouched position in front of Luca. Before you turned around to address the room you mumbled under your breath, “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving one another, just as God also forgave you,” you said to yourself. It had become a habit of yours to mumble scripture to yourself when your emotions were overwhelmed, it helped you to keep a calm head in times such as these.
You turned around to find Nonna standing close to you, “What’s this?” she asked.
Letting out a shaking breath, you answered, “My great-grandmother’s chapel veil.”
She shook her head, looking at the now tattered fabric. The hand embroidered roses were no less beautiful than they had been on the day she had given it to you. She had passed away shortly after, and you cherished the only veil you ever wore to mass. Every time you slipped it over your head, you thought of her and it brought you comfort.
Nonna took your hands in hers for a moment, squeezing before letting go. You looked at Catalina, still crying in her mother’s arms. Placing a hand on her cheek, wiping a little tear, you said, “It’s alright darling, no need to cry. Accidents happen.”
Your calming voice and touch seemed to do the trick, and she quieted down. The women in the kitchen were all looking at you with sympathetic eyes, you didn’t know if they veiled at church, but at this moment you didn’t care. Looking one more time at the tattered fabric in your hands, you excused yourself from the activities, “I think I just need a moment to put this away,” you said quietly, to no one in particular.
Nonna spoke up first, “Of course, take your time dear,” she said to you, a frown on her ancient face.
With that you left the kitchen, rubbing Luca’s head when you passed him in the doorway. Once you were out of sight, you took the stairs as fast as you could manage without making a racket. Opening the door to Jake's room, you closed it quietly before sliding down the inside. Clamping your hand over your mouth, you let out a gut wrenching sob.
This veil had been the last connection you had to your grandmother and now you would never be able to wear it again. She had given you and your sisters each one, picking them special from her own collection for you. Annie’s was sheer and black, a delicate lace design along the edges, your grandma had said it was a beautiful veil for a beautiful woman. Audrey’s was red, the whole piece made of a thicker lace, your grandmother said it had complimented her beautiful lips.
When she turned to you, running one of her hands over your curly hair that you had inherited from her side of the family, she smiled.
“This veil is very special, you have to promise to take good care of it,” she had said, looking you in the eye.
“Of course I will grandma,” you had replied excitedly, your sixteen year old self giddy with excitement.
Unlike your sisters, yours was in a box. She slowly pulled the top off, revealing white tissue paper. Folding the paper away, you laid eyes on the most beautiful veil you had ever seen. It was white, with a thin lace bordering the outside edges. The thin material of the veil was embroidered with tiny roses, a bit of gold sewn into their olive green stems.
Before handing it to you she looked at it lovingly, “This was my mother’s and now it is yours. Every time you wear it, know that you are carrying us with you my dear.”
“I will, grandma, I promise,” you had said, taking the delicate fabric from her.
That was the last time you had seen her before she had passed away. It was like she knew her time was coming and she wanted to give the veils to you and your sisters before she became too sick to do so.
Your sobs were now silent, the tattered fabric of the veil soaking up the tears that were running down your face as you brought it up to your cheek. It was stupid to be sobbing over a piece of fabric, but it meant so much to you that you didn’t know what to do. Jake had been planning on taking you to his family’s church Sunday before you left Monday morning, but without your veil you didn’t know if you could go. You had been wearing it for over ten years, without it you felt exposed, disrespectful, without it you felt naked.
A knock on the door startled you. The tears had choked out your voice, and you didn’t dare speak for fear that a sob would burst out of your mouth. You scooted away from the door, still sitting on the floor, when it was pushed open slowly. Jake’s head peeked into the room, and when he saw your state he rushed in, closing the door behind him. He picked you up, like you weighed nothing, carrying you to his bed.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, but you could only shake your head, borrowing it into his shoulder, “Honey, you’re scaring me,” he tried again.
All you could do was hold the fabric out to him. It was like something changed in him, he went rigid, “What happened?”
You tried to take a deep breath, your lungs spasming, making your breaths jump in and out of your nose, “The-the kids-s foun-d it,” you choked out.
He took the fabric from your hands, his own shaking as they pieced together the ruined fabric. Glancing at you, seeing your chin dimple and your bottom lip tremble, he placed it on his night stand before pulling your head to his chest, carding his hand through your hair.
“I’m so sorry baby. I remember you saying it was your great-grandmother’s,” he said quietly, hesitating a moment before continuing, “I know that I could never replace it, but let me take you into town tomorrow or Saturday and we can pick out a new one.”
You felt pitiful, having to be held like this, but at the moment all you wanted was to sink into his embrace and never leave, “O-okay.”
Jake placed his lips on your head, cupping a hand over your cheek and wiping away the last of your tears. It wouldn’t be the same veil you had been wearing for ten years, but it would be better than nothing.
You felt Jake stiffen as the door creaked open, at this point you were sure that the whole house had heard what had happened. Someone must have poked their head into the room, because Jake tried to shield you from them. The door closed a second later and Jake relaxed again, pulling you to sit in his lap as he laid against the headboard.
“I know that you might not be feeling up to it, but dinner is going to be ready soon,” he said quietly, still gently brushing his fingers through your hair, “If you want, you can stay here in my bed and I will bring you up a plate.”
You shook your head, your breathing coming easier now, “No, I don’t want this to ruin everyone’s day. Catalina didn’t mean to rip it.”
He just looked at you, his eyes filled with what you could only describe as awe. Leaving you on the bed for a minute, he went into his bathroom. You heard the sink run before he came back, a wet washcloth in his hand. Cupping your face with his hand once more, he pressed the cold rag to your cheeks and eyes, gently wiping away your tears and soothing the angry redness that you could feel burning.
When he was done, and your face looked almost like normal, he pressed a feather-light kiss to your lips, “I love you, so much.”
“I love you too,” you said back, “I’m sorry for ruining this weekend.”
He shook his head at you, tossing the cloth into his hamper before taking your face between both of his hands, “You could never, even if you tried.”
He escorted you down to dinner. Plastering a smile on your face, you sat and made conversation with everyone, only noticing a few concerned looks from Nonna and Isabella. By the end of the meal you were feeling better. You ended the night early, going up to bed in Maria’s room, the veil clutched tightly to your chest.
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Once you had gone to bed, Jake wandered around for a bit before finding his older brothers and dragging them and a bottle of whiskey down to the basement. The pool table in Giovanni Senior’s office had been calling their name ever since he arrived. They uncovered it with the reverence it deserved and each picked their cue from the wall. This is what Jake had been practising for, all those ‘friendly’ games against Rooster at the Hard Deck had only one purpose: preparing him to finally beat John.
Jake had been doing great, keeping his drinking to a minimum and concentrating on every shot and every movement with his cue, but something kept distracting him. You had only been together for about two months, but he knew where the relationship was going. He also knew that getting his brothers together and alone was unlikely to happen again, especially with Christmas and John’s soon-to-be newborn on the horizon. So why not ask now?
“I’m going to marry her,” He stated, the nerves he felt stopping him from looking at his brothers. Jake missed his shot.
“Mio Dio, are you drunk, Jacob?” Tony laughed, looking at him like he was crazy.
“Ah fuck off,” Jake said, “I’m trying to be serious. You guys know how it goes. I thought I would ask for advice, but if you’re going to be like that, forget it.”
He felt angry. Emotions made him uncomfortable, and having to find the words to explain what he wanted was harder than it probably needed to be with just about anyone other than you. Why did he even bother? It wasn’t like his brothers had ever been helpful before. Telling them anything had always been downright painful. Still, he wanted answers. He wanted to do this right, to do it well, and they knew the answer to his question.
“No, no, no. Advice on what?” John asked, holding a hand up to shut Tony up.
Jake sighed, shrugging his shoulders, pool cue still in hand, “Proposing, I don’t know, being married.”
“Why do you want to marry her?” He asked, lining up his queue and taking a shot.
“Because I love her?” He asked, unsure of what his oldest brother wanted to hear. John motioned for him to keep going with one hand, Jake thought for a second, “I want to marry her because if I don’t, if I lose her, I think I might die. When she’s away I feel like I can’t breathe, you know, like my lungs have been ripped out of my chest. I feel like I’m missing something, like I’m incomplete. I think I’ve always felt like that and I’ve tried filling that void with just…anything and anyone, but it’s always just felt counterfeit, you know? Especially now that I’ve felt the real thing.”
He couldn’t bear looking at them, so he closed his eyes and searched for a way to explain what he felt. His brain drew a blank, the only thing he was able to provide him with was the image of you and Luca in the kitchen that morning. The picture evoked the same feeling of deep seated yearning it had this morning. While his brain could not explain what he wanted to, he was surprised to find that his mouth seemed to know what to say.
“The Bible says, “Let us not love with words or speech, but with actions and in truth,” and, she has told me she loved me more times than I can count but all of that just fucking pales in comparison to what she has done for me. She has changed my bandages, she has fed me, she has tolerated me through a truly stupid phase of my life and somehow, even after meeting you, the world’s least friendly bunch, she still loves me. And I do the same, I would happily do the same forever” He said, his voice growing quieter with every word he said till eventually, it was barely above a whisper.
Out of the shadows a voice spoke, “Sei senza speranza”. Giovanni senior stepped out of his hiding spot and into the light of the ceiling lamp.
Jake could think of nothing to say. He lifted his arms from his side and let them drop again in exasperation at himself, “Sì. sì, lo sono,” he said. Yes, he was. “È così male?”
Tony snorted, “No, it’s not bad. Just a little ridiculous… You’d be the first man to pick out a Jackie after trying out a couple Marylin’s.”
“A couple,” John laughed, “Rumour has it you asked to be posted in San Diego because you ran out of girls in Texas.”
Jake tutted, swatting his brother’s hat to the floor with one movement of his hand. John only laughed harder, “Does the poor girl know?”
“Yeah, she knows. We’ve known each other for three years, she’s seen me do plenty of things I ain’t proud of,” Jake said, looking at his feet. A shameful blush covering his face.
“Doesn’t seem to bother her though,” Tony added, sounding thoughtful.
“Is it ridiculous to think that maybe she was sent my way?” He said, still inspecting the floor beneath his feet, “Like maybe, the Lord sent her to me? Because I don’t know… She’s everything I’ve ever prayed for, you know? And I mean everything, she’s kind, she’s caring, she’s --”
“You want my advice?” His father asked, “You tell her what you told us. You say that shit about not being able to breathe and then the fact that you think God sent her.”
Jake looked at his brothers, wanting them to say something. They nodded along with their father, “Just another piece of advice: don’t listen to us. Ask what she wants and do that. Asking a bunch of guys who have had enough whiskey to be arrested for DUI’s advice on how to propose, is just about the worst idea you could ever have.”
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You woke up after only two hours of sleep with a debilitating headache. The seven coffees you had drunk during the day clearly hadn’t kept you hydrated and you were forced to admit between two waves of pain that, maybe, Jake was right and despite the fact that coffee was made out of water, it didn’t actually count towards the 11.5 cups of water it was recommended women drank per day.
You climbed out of bed, remembering that you had taken care to pack some pain tablets in Jake’s washbag. You swayed gently as you stood, your eyes clouding with stars and then returning back to normal in a blink. With slow, careful steps you made your way to Jake’s bedroom, careful to wear your dressing gown in case you ran into anyone.
Jake’s room was empty. He had also, much to your dismay, moved the bags and their content to the top of the wardrobe so as to leave the floor space empty. Hoping that perhaps he would have thought to empty the washbag into his en suite, you checked but he’d only removed his toothbrush, 3-in-1 shampoo and shaving utensils.
“Can I help you?” a deep voice called from behind you.
You hoped you didn’t look as bad as you felt, but considering the look on Giovanni Senior’s face when he flicked the light on and you flinched, you figured you did. He moved to guide you onto Jake’s bed.
“It’s okay, just a headache. I was looking for some pain tablets, they’re in the bag but --” You moved yourself to show the top of the wardrobe but you turned your head too fast and a wave of searing white pain washed over you.
Giovanni left you to recover by yourself for a minute. Then, he came back with a tablet and a glass of water. You took the medication, expecting to be left alone until it kicked in, but the bed sank beside you as Jake’s father sat down.
“I wanted to say I am sorry,” He said in his deep, gruff voice, “I realise how unwelcoming we have been, and I wish to apologise.”
“It’s fine --” you started.
“No. We were rude,” he said, pausing for a moment, “You are a nice girl, Y/n. We knew that from the start, Jacob made sure to tell us… But, sometimes, we can be distrustful of strangers. We don’t see many people, we don’t have many friends. Jacob especially, he was an awkward child, one of those kids who doesn’t know how to make friends easily so he pretends it’s on purpose by being mean. I’m glad you saw through that. He’s a nice boy, he loves you very much.”
Giovanni looked straight in front of him at an imaginary point on the wall, “He loves you very much,” He repeated, “I overheard some things, and I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I know you haven’t been together long and I want you to know now so you can let him down gently if that’s what you want to do. He wants to marry you. He asked his brothers for advice. I don’t think it’ll happen soon, he seemed to want to do it properly.”
“I’m not good with serious conversation, Y/n, I don’t think any of us are, so you might not get an apology out of all of us. Especially not my mother, or Maria. So, I’ll apologise on behalf of everyone. I’m sorry we were a little hostile when you first arrived. You’re a wonderful girl and you take such good care of our Jacob, it would be a shame if things didn’t work out between the two of you because of our behaviour,” he finished quietly.
You didn’t know what to say but you found that you didn’t have to as Giovanni left almost as soon as he finished speaking. You sat on Jake’s bed for a little longer replaying the conversation in your head, until, after fifteen minutes, you decided to make your way to Maria’s room again.
You knelt by the bed. Folding your hands out in front of you and ignoring the throbbing in your skull, “Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
You paused as you thought over your words. You wanted to ask for guidance, although for what you were not sure. In the end, you prayed for Jake, asking God to help guide him to do what was best for both of you. When you felt that you had conveyed your thoughts, you finished with a whispered, “Amen.”
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Jake woke you up with a steaming cup of coffee and a kiss on the temple. You opened one of your eyes to look at him. Ever the morning person, he was already dressed, showered and shaved.
“Honey, wake up,” He whispered, stealing a glance at Maria, still sleeping in her bed. Ensuring his voice was low enough to avoid incurring her wrath, “We said we’d get you a new Chapel Veil.”
You gently pushed yourself up to a sitting position, accepting the coffee Jake had so kindly made for you. You took a sip and waited for the caffeine to wake you up a little. Then, you made your way to Maria’s ensuite and got yourself ready. In an effort to counteract the sadness in your chest, you opted to dress nicely with a black midi skirt and a lavender sweater.
“You look nice,” Jake told you as you climbed into his truck. He climbed in a few minutes later, wasting no time to reverse out of the drive.
You smiled, “Thank you” you mumbled.
“Can I ask you something?” He asked once you were on the road. Barely giving you any time to answer, he added, “Why do you wear a veil?”
You took your time to think before answering, “Partly because it’s one of the ways I feel closer to my great-grandmother, and partly because,” You paused for a moment, “It feels natural. It is my way to show the Good Lord that I accept him as my saviour and my God. That I submit to him and revere him. And I suppose I just feel naked without it. Holy Mass is a wedding between the Lord and the Church, and -- this is silly --” You looked at him with a side glance, to see if he wants you to continue. You expected Jake to be half-listening, but as he stops at a red light, you notice he is paying attention to every word you say, “If man is made in the image of God, then it follows that women are meant to be the church in this metaphor. I suppose that, when I don’t veil, I feel like I’m turning up to my wedding in my underwear.”
You laughed a little uncomfortably, finding that a few stray tears have made their way down your cheeks. Jake parked the truck in the nearest empty spot. He looked at you, and moved his hand to wipe away your tears.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered, pushing your head closer with one hand at the back of your neck to kiss your forehead, “I know it won’t be the same, but we’ll get you a new one,” he said against your skin.
Jake started the truck again and drove the next five minutes into town with his hand holding yours over the gear stick. Once he parks the truck, you take the few seconds it takes Jake to walk around the front to compose yourself and check your makeup before he opens your door and helps you out.
The small religious shop was at the back of a shopping mall. The shop was tiny and cramped with anything one might need. Books lined the walls, and at the edge of the baseboards, there were candles spilling out of the back room and pictures of Saints and prayer cards spilling out of cupboards. It was incredibly chaotic and yet somehow both calming and comforting. The person behind the till was an elderly woman with a tight bun and perpetually pursed lips, but when she saw you and Jake enter and he tips his hat before removing it, you could have sworn she smiled.
“Do you sell Chapel Veils?” Jake asked, his Southern accent twice as pronounced as when he’s on base.
“You’re a Seresin boy,” The woman stated, looking him up and down with a sceptical eye.
“Yes ma’am,” Jake replied
“I sold one to your sister-in-law last week, she’s already broken it?” the lady asked, her voice sounds exasperated.
“No ma’am, this one is for my girlfriend,” Jake said. The woman looked at you, giving you the once-over too. She purses her lips even further before ignoring you completely and speaking directly to Jake.
“Sorry, we’re out. I got a new shipment coming in next week,” her voice said, and you weren’t sure that you believed her.
Jake turns to you with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry baby, we’ll look for one in San Diego, yeah?”
You let out a disappointed sigh, “It’s fine, I’ll get used to it Jake. I’m sure it’s no big deal, the Good Lord doesn’t stop raining blessings on his people just because a veil broke.”
“I suppose not,” He replies, then, lost in thought, he repeats, “I suppose not.”
“How about a coffee? I saw a Starbucks,” You said, Jake flinched and shot a careful look at the old woman. He bid her goodbye and exited the shop.
“You have to be careful, my mother will have my skin if she hears I drink American coffee,” He winked at you but you knew he was serious, “I’m game, but we have to dispose of all evidence before we leave.”
You ordered a venti of whatever seasonal drink contained the least amount of sugar and the most amount of milk. After Thanksgiving, you were keen to watch your health without trading away enjoyment. Much to your surprise, Jake ordered the same.
“I want to know why you like this shit so much, alright… We both know you won’t share” He said, trying to conceal an amused smile.
You bit your tongue. You knew he snuck sips of your drink whenever he thought you weren’t looking, but he was trying hard not to admit he actually liked the ‘girly shit’ you ordered. The appeal of sugar free Pumpkin Spice Lattes had been too strong however, and he now happily sipped as he walked.
“How do you like Texas then?” he asked you, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
You let out a laugh, “I haven’t seen much of it, but so far I like it.”
“We’ll have to come back. We could do a roadtrip next time? Like leave from San Diego, hit Indiana, and finish with a nice loop of Texas. Maybe with a stop in Mississippi for the Vicksburg National Military Park, I’ve always wanted to go,” Jake said, a smile on his face.
You let out a surprised laugh, trying to do the maths in your head, “Oh goodness that’s like a --”
“A 3400 mile trip, 52 hour drive to Texas, yeah,” Jake said, looking sheepish.
“To Texas? So it’s not the entire trip?” You laughed, “You’ve really put some thought into this.”
“Couldn’t sleep last night…” Jake said, trailing off.
You smiled at him for a moment, “Fine. But if we’re doing this, we’re stopping by the Billy The Kid Museum in New Mexico. And the Salvation Mountain in California,” you said, excitement clear in your voice, Jake looked at you and smiled, “And Joshua Tree National Park.”
Jake laughed. He dug a hand in his pocket and fished out his phone, typing in the landmarks you had mentioned, “Okay, okay, but if we’re doing all that, we are also stopping by the Water-zoo Indoor Water Park”
“I’m happy you like it here” Jake said, after a long pause
“Stupidly hot though, even for November,” you said, disappointment in your voice.
“Wait til you visit in the summer, it gets mind-numbingly hot” He said, taking a sip of his coffee “Speaking of, we’ll need to get you a hat.”
Jake took his own hat from his head and twirled it around for a second.
“You think I’d look good in one?” You asked.
As if he hadn’t heard you, he continued, “I’d say you could borrow one of mine…”
You raised an eyebrow, “Maybe after we’re married,” you said, right as Jake took a sip of his coffee
He choked on his beverage, “Christ, not half as innocent as you look, are ya?” he sputtered out.
You laughed, “I do like yours though,” you added, taking the hat out of his hands and turning it over and around in your hands.
It was a beautiful hat. The sand-coloured stetson felt soft in your hands as you admired the exterior with its leather braid and turned it over to look inside. Someone had sewn a clumsy hand-embroidered label with Jake’s full name on the rim of the hat.
You traced the label with your finger, a smile on your face. You handed him the hat back, watching as he secured it on his head. He shot you a wink before taking your hand and walking you back to the truck. As you passed one of the last stores in the mall, you pulled on Jake’s hand, bringing him to a stop. In the window was the most beautiful ivory stetson hat. It had a tan strap as trim that tied in a small bow.
You looked up at Jake with a questioning look in your eye and he laughed, pulling open the shop door to go inside, “Well, we did say that you needed a hat.”
The man behind the counter turned to look at the door as the bell sounded, “Jacob Seresin, I thought you were stationed in California,” his deep voice called.
“That’s ‘cause I am, Earl,” Jake said back, a smile on his face.
Earl let out a laugh, “Good to see you’re in town again, what can I do ya’ for?” he asked, humour in his voice.
“Well, we need to get the lady a hat. I believe the one in the window caught her eye,” he said, looking at you with a grin.
“Ma’am,” Earl said, making his way to the window to grab the hat, “Let’s just get it fitted for ya’.”
Smiling, you said, “That sounds great. I’ve always wanted a custom fit hat.”
Earl gave you a look as he turned on the hat steamer, “Not from ‘round here, are ya’?”
“No,” you said, “From a small town in Indiana.”
“Well I guess that’s better than one of those big cities,” he said, “Never thought a Seresin boy would settle down with someone from outside the state though.”
“Hey now Earl,” Jake said, his voice sounding a little protective, “Some states turn out good ones too.”
He laughed, shooting you a friendly wink, “I’ll take your word for it.”
Jake and Earl carried on the conversation as you watched him steam the hat. Beckoning you forward, he placed it on your head, using his hands on the outside to fit the band to your head. He pulled it off your head and put it back on the steamer, “What shape do you want for the top and sides?” he asked you.
You reached up, plucking Jake’s hat off his head, “How about matching this?” you asked him.
“That I can do,” Earl said, taking a close look at Jake’s hat before pulling yours off the steamer, forming the top dents and the brim curves. When he was done he handed it to you saying, “Well, try ‘er on.”
You placed the hat on your head, turning to look at Jake, “What do you think? Do I look like a cowgirl yet?”
He let out a laugh, “Best damn cowgirl I’ve ever seen,” he said warmly.
As you followed Earl to the register, hat stil placed on your head, you made to pull your wallet out of your purse, but a hand stopped you. Jake had one hand on yours and his other was digging through his own pocket for his wallet.
Opening your mouth to protest, Jake just shook his head, “Remember what I said darlin’? As long as you’re with me, you aren’t paying for anything.”
You watched as Jake paid for the hat, a smile on your face, it was nice to have someone want to do things for you every now and then. You made your goodbyes to Earl and Jake escorted you to the truck, his hand resting on your lower back the whole way there. He opened the door for you, presenting you with his hand to help climb in.
Taking his hand, you leaned up on your tip-toes and gave him a gentle kiss, feeling the brims of your hats touching together. You pulled back, lips hovering over his, “Thank you, I love my hat.”
Pulling back a little, Jake brought the hand that was holding the door to the back of your neck, pulling you in for another gentle kiss, “Anything for you darlin’,” he said with a smile. He got you situated in the truck before making his way around to the driver’s side. Grabbing your hand, he held it the whole way back to the ranch.
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The end of your leave came quickly with the dawning of Sunday morning. The only thing on your schedule besides church, was driving home.
“Right, are we all good to go?” Isabella shouted through the hallway where the entire Seresin family was putting on their coats and shoes.
Your answer would have been ‘no’ if you had been brave enough to answer honestly. This was your first mass without a veil since the eve of your sixteenth birthday. You had tried to pray, tried to breathe, and tried to tell yourself nothing bad would happen but nothing helped
“I forgot something, Y/n and I will catch up --” Jake announced halfway to the car, the family loudly protested but Jake sternly repeated, “Y/n and I will catch up in a minute”
They all grumbled and groaned but left all the same. John and his wife were still wrestling their children into their respective car seats when Jake made his way back to you five minutes later, gently putting a piece of fabric into his front coat pocket. Jake smirked at his brother who, after making sure the children couldn’t see, slowly raised a middle finger towards his brother.
The Seresin family church was an impressive building in the middle of a sea of cattle pastures and crop fields. You weren’t certain what to expect when you entered the church, but you certainly hadn’t imagined it would be so drastically different from your church in San Diego. Still, the atmosphere felt much the same. Or it would have, if you hadn’t been so terrified.
Jake stopped you right before you entered, “Nonna asked me to give you this,” he said. He dug his hand in his pocket and retrieved a small folded piece of white fabric. You recognised it immediately. This chapel veil was much more intricately designed than your grandmother’s even without the embroidered roses.
“She says you can have it,” He added as he unfolded it for you and placed it on your head. He dug into his pocket again and retrieved your stash of bobby pins, tied together with a purple hair tie, “She said something about now being able to wear it anymore because she got married?”
“White is for unmarried women,” You replied, shoving bobby pins into your hair faster than you ever had before. The clock struck ten thirty and mass was about to start. You saw the altar boys making their way through the isles, holding the church candles. Seeing the children do this always made you nervous. They looked so small and the candles so big and heavy, it wouldn’t take much for one to fall and hurt one of the boys, or worse, fall and set the carpet ablaze.
“How silly of me,” He said in a pretend serious voice, “I should have realised,” he grabbed your hand and led you to the nearest pew.
“I think we’ll be good here,” He said, sitting down. You followed suit, although a little hesitantly as Jake’s family had sat themselves on the very first pew. You saw them turning around, trying to find where the two of you were sitting. Jake raised a hand to wave at them but stayed seated.
“We’re so far away from your family,” You whispered.
“I know, but to be honest baby, I like mass better when it’s just us,” He said with a wink.
Mass was wonderful. You hadn’t seen the difference in size between this congregation and yours in San Diego as an advantage but the second everybody stood and opened their mouths to sing, you felt your heart swell in your chest. The congregation’s voice rose a little louder as the song went on, with every lyric you felt yourself grow more emotional. Jake stirred next to you, although he was doing everything in his might not to show his face, you saw him quietly wipe a tear away from his eye. You held his hand right through the mass, only letting go to hug and kiss him to exchange “Peace be with you’s and to shake your neighbours’ hands.
Once mass ended it was time for you to go. Despite how Thanksgiving weekend had started, you were actually quite sad to go. Texas had been beautiful and Jake’s family had turned out to be kind and generous once they had warmed up to you, even if you would happily have done without John’s constant hovering.
“Abandoning us, then?” Tony joked as he made his way through the church. He was immediately shushed by several parishioners, as his voice had come out louder than intended and resonated through the building.
“Yeah we’re leaving now,” Jake answered, dragging his brother into a hug and clapping him on the back, “I think we’ve packed everything,” He asked you, you nodded in response.
You felt something tug at the hem of your dress and looked down to find Agostino, hiding one hand behind his back, “We made you something,” He said.
He thrust the fist he had been hiding up towards you and you took the papers he had held in it. You looked at them with a small smile. One of them was a rather talented drawing of two planes in the air, one labelled Uncle Jacob and the other labelled Y/n. A clumsy little “Luca” had been spelled in capital letters in the top left corner. The second drawer depicted a lot of purple and blue circles, scribbled through very enthusiastically with an orange crayon. The top corner said “Catalina”. The third drawing was a collection of thirteen stick figures standing in front of a church, the two figures in the middle were a woman with straw-coloured hair in a white dress and a man in a tuxedo. They had helpfully been labelled with both yours and Jake’s name.
“Nonna helped with mine,” Agostino proudly announced when he saw you looking at the drawing. You looked up at Jake’s grandmother. She winked at you. You folded the drawing and thanked each of the children, promising that you would hang their art in your house and hugging them tightly, before putting them in your bag.
After more goodbye hugs you finally climbed into Jake’s truck, happy to be going back to San Diego but sad to leave his family behind
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