Page 88 of The Plus One

“Be a good godfather and come get your godson.”

“Sisi, he’s sleep.”

“And?”

“Ain’t his daddy right there.”

Stephen looked up. “Leave me out of it.” Sierra slowly turned toward him. “I mean, give me my son.”

I chuckled. Kema was beside me scrolling through her phone. “What my sister sending you?”

“Nothing.”

“Let me see.”

She rolled her eyes, “no Ace. You always in our business.”

I reached for her phone and she moved it away. “Ace, stop.”

“You about to be my wife. We shouldn’t have secrets.”

“You have an entire wedding planned for us in Vegas that you refuse to tell me about.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because you said you were overwhelmed planning it. I did everything to make sure you could relax.” She rolled her eyes.

Five weeks ago, we started planning a wedding. Sunday Kema dropped her wedding binder on the counter and announced she would rather go to the courthouse. I did her one better. I called in some favors to have my small winery outside Vegas decorated, and my sister Alice handled everything else. Wasn’t shit you couldn’t make happen if you had money. “You nervous?” I asked.

Kema put her phone away. “Should I be?”

“Nope.”

“Then why you asking?”

“Cause you keep fidgeting.”

“We’re really getting married today.”

“You having second thoughts? We don’t have to do it.”

She stared at me. “You want me to hurt your feelings before our wedding?”

I smiled. “There she go.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. You stuck with me.”

“We’re not married yet.”

“You think I’m letting you off this plane without becoming Mrs. Davis?”

She laughed and rested her head against my shoulder. “I’m not having second thoughts.”

“Good.”