Page 51 of He Snatched My Soul

“It is dope. But not as dope as you.”

“Flattery will get you anywhere, Mr. Armstrong,” I purred.

“Well, I hope it gets you to say, ‘yes’ to my question.” He got down on one knee in the sand. My eyes extended in size as tears immediately cascaded down my face. “Modesty, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew there was something special about you. Your beauty captivated me. Your mind made me want to get to know more about you. I’ve never met a woman that made me want to get to know her for her, and not just for the pussy.” I cackled at his choice of words as I stared at him through blurry vision from the tears that fell from my eyes.

“You know your man isn’t the romantic type, so bear with a nigga.” He let out a nervous laugh. “Like I was saying, I love you and my son more than anything in this world. Y’all deserve the world and all the good things it has to offer. If I fail to find that world for y’all, I promise to give you both mine. Will you do a nigga the honor of becoming my wife?”

I sniffled as Jamian pulled a small blue leather box from his pants pocket and opened it up. The diamonds sparkled from the sunlight, damn near blinding me. The beautiful emerald-cut diamond ring was set in platinum and was the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen. Jamian took the ring from the box and looked up at me.

“So, what it’s going to be, Juicy? Are you going to marry a nigga, or what?”

“SAY YES FRENNNN!” a voice yelled from a distance.

I thought I was hearing things when I heard Jayla’s loud voice from behind me. I whipped around, and not only did I see my best friend, but our families as well.

“Oh my God! Jamian, what is our family doing here?”

“They are here to witness our wedding day. That’s if you say yes.”

“You better say yes, Granddaughter, so you can move to the deluxe apartment in the sky with that man,” Grandma Netta screamed out, and everyone laughed.

“Yes! I’ll marry you, Jamian.” I squealed as I watched him slip the ring on my finger. He stood up and laid a deep kiss on my lips before lifting me off my feet and swinging us around in the sand.

“You just made me the happiest nigga in the world for the second time.” He smiled.

“And what was the first?”

“When you gave me my son.”

“Well, in that case. I’m happy that you are making me your wife because, nigga, you knocked me up again.” I puckered my lips, and this time, he did let a tear fall.

“Damn, I knew that pussy felt extra sloppy. I can’t wait to get you back to the villa to slide up in that pregnant pussy.”

“Well, let’s hurry up and get married so I can do a few tricks on that dick.” I flirted.

“Say less.” He grinned.

An hour later, I stood in front of my friends and family, eagerly waiting to marry the love of my life. Jamian looked at me with nothing but love, and I couldn’t help but smile.

After almost giving up on love, I had finally found my true prince. He had captured my soul and given me a perfect match—our baby boy. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched my mother carry him. Needing him closer at that moment, I reached out my arms, and my mother handed me our baby. In front of everyone, I married the man of my dreams. Jamian kissed my lips, sealing the deal to our forever love affair.

THE END