They were together three years before Hoyt could afford a nice ring and a nice proposal; by then they had made the little rented house ten percent theirs with a mortgage and a really big bed. Jessica squealed and ran around a little, before literally swooning down on his bent knee and hugging the life out him. He grinned and offered her a hanky because they had both known she was going to cry. Hoyt had thought about taking her to Merlotte's, but he knew Jess wouldn't want to be seen crying blood in public.
"Hoyt Fortenberry, I am going to be the best wife you've ever had," she'd promised wildly.
"I'm sure you will," he'd replied with a bitten back grin. Jess was going to be his only wife, anyway, but the words were nice to hear.
"I have to pick out a dress!"
The twinge of mild panic he'd felt hearing her describe wedding clothes was somewhat unfounded. Hoyt knew Jessica had a few less than tasteful things in the wardrobe from her very early days of being a vampire. He also knew she had been living in a vampire nightclub at the time, under the care of some not-so-savoury folks. It wasn't so much that he questioned her being a lady with class, it was just that she was so pretty she sometimes overwhelmed an outfit's modesty.
He was happily aware neither of them were virgins, but when she started talking about not wearing white, Hoyt could tell it was weighing on her mind. He sat Jessica down and very solemnly informed her she could wear whatever she liked to the wedding and he'd look like a lucky slob in comparison.
"I'm afraid - I'm gonna cry and get it messy," she said, timidly pulling his hand into her lap. "I can just imagine the whole church going silent as these big bloody streaks start running down my front, and then everyone standing up and walking out on the freakshow vampire bride."
He smothered a chuckle at her miserable pout, and cupped her face gently. "Oh, Jess, that's just not gonna happen. I'll put Jason Stackhouse on the inside of the doors with a fifth of whiskey in him, and he'll usher everybody back to their seats with some new dents in 'em! And if you like, you can have a pink dress with a matching hanky. I know you're going to be the prettiest bride they've ever seen."
She sniffled and tossed her hair. "Really? Even your mama?"
Hoyt smiled. "Well, Mama will always be the most beautiful bride she's ever seen, but you'll be next on the list if she knows what's good for her."
Jessica laughed, a quick and innocent blurt of sound. "I like pink! All the magazines say redheads shouldn't wear it, but I like it a lot."
He looked at the small dashes of dried tears in the corners of her eyes, blinked back as her mood lifted, and said, "I like pink, too."
True Blood, Jessica/Hoyt, vampire wedding dress
"Hoyt Fortenberry, I am going to be the best wife you've ever had," she'd promised wildly.
"I'm sure you will," he'd replied with a bitten back grin. Jess was going to be his only wife, anyway, but the words were nice to hear.
"I have to pick out a dress!"
The twinge of mild panic he'd felt hearing her describe wedding clothes was somewhat unfounded. Hoyt knew Jessica had a few less than tasteful things in the wardrobe from her very early days of being a vampire. He also knew she had been living in a vampire nightclub at the time, under the care of some not-so-savoury folks. It wasn't so much that he questioned her being a lady with class, it was just that she was so pretty she sometimes overwhelmed an outfit's modesty.
He was happily aware neither of them were virgins, but when she started talking about not wearing white, Hoyt could tell it was weighing on her mind. He sat Jessica down and very solemnly informed her she could wear whatever she liked to the wedding and he'd look like a lucky slob in comparison.
"I'm afraid - I'm gonna cry and get it messy," she said, timidly pulling his hand into her lap. "I can just imagine the whole church going silent as these big bloody streaks start running down my front, and then everyone standing up and walking out on the freakshow vampire bride."
He smothered a chuckle at her miserable pout, and cupped her face gently. "Oh, Jess, that's just not gonna happen. I'll put Jason Stackhouse on the inside of the doors with a fifth of whiskey in him, and he'll usher everybody back to their seats with some new dents in 'em! And if you like, you can have a pink dress with a matching hanky. I know you're going to be the prettiest bride they've ever seen."
She sniffled and tossed her hair. "Really? Even your mama?"
Hoyt smiled. "Well, Mama will always be the most beautiful bride she's ever seen, but you'll be next on the list if she knows what's good for her."
Jessica laughed, a quick and innocent blurt of sound. "I like pink! All the magazines say redheads shouldn't wear it, but I like it a lot."
He looked at the small dashes of dried tears in the corners of her eyes, blinked back as her mood lifted, and said, "I like pink, too."