Page 90 of Surrender to Love

“Whew! Good.” She smiles then grabs my hand. “Now, let me get a closer look at this ring,” she gushes and I smile all over.

Shiro, my beautiful man, made this happen.

My plans for later are for sure changing but my girls will understand. Tonight, I want my man. I need to wrap my arms around him, tell him how much I appreciate him, and make sure he knows I love him more than any words could ever express.

TWENTY-TWO

Having brothers can be a great thing or it can be annoying as fuck. Today, it’s the latter. My wedding is in two weeks and only two of these niggas have their tuxes tailored and picked up. Quintus handled business first, then Ace, but like always Deuce and Tre are on some bullshit. My baby is on my ass about it, so I’m on theirs.

Me: Go tomorrow and get measured.

Tre: Damn, nigga, okay.

Deuce: I’ll go Thursday.

Me: What’s wrong with tomorrow?

Deuce: I got shit to do. Chill out.

“Who can’t go tomorrow?” Kyrah asks as she leans over and looks at my phone.

“Deuce but he’s going Thursday,” I say and she sighs then rolls her eyes.

“Can I eat now or do I have to wait for them to get fitted?” I tease and she laughs.

“I guess you can now.” She smirks then walks back to the fridge to grab some beers.

Bruh and Sis invited us over for dinner and a movie. With the wedding being so close, Mireya thought it would be good for us to just chill and link up for the night. My niece chose the food so we are having her favorite, seafood, specifically legs. They ordered the family feast from the Seafood Spot and we brought a few steaks and I threw them on Quintus’s grill. We’re outside, about to eat before it gets too late. Niya has school in the morning and can’t be up too late.

“Say grace, Daddy,” Niya says and we all bow our heads and say silent prayers.

She’s the first one in the pans, grabbing deshelled snow and king crab legs. Besides the crab, she only grabs one corn on the cob then digs in, dipping everything into her bowl of butter.

“You gon’ eat all of that?” I tease.

“Yes and some more.”

“You don’t want any steak?” Kyrah asks. “If you do, you better eat it before your daddy and uncle do.”

“They can have it. Imma eat my legs.”

“Are you eating any steak, kyau?” Quintus asks Mireya.

“No. I’m with Niya tonight. I want seafood and my sweet potato. You put me one on the grill?” she asks.

“Shit, yeah. I forgot to grab it.” He gets up and brings two foil-wrapped sweet potatoes back to the table. “And the cinnamon and sugar are already on them.”

“Thank you,” she says.

As we eat, since Niya is present, we keep the convo light and kid-friendly. She also catches us all up on her elementary life and goes on and on about her dress for the wedding. My little niece is going to be the prettiest and most enthusiastic flower girl ever and I can’t help but smile at her as she talks.

“Imma throw my flowers allllll the way down the aisle. I’ve been practicing with Mommie and Nana. Imma do so good,” she gushes.

“And how are you getting your hair done? Kyrah asks.

“A press out,” she says.

“A blow out,” Mireya corrects.