Page 54 of Love Sanctioned

“If you wanna talk to her, she’s in there.”

“Nah, I’ma give her some space. She needs that… she needs you. I’ll be in touch.” He turned to get back in his car, but something in me had to stop him. Kolton and her mother weren’t her father. They loved her and she loved them, so they needed to be here tomorrow.

“Ay.”

“What’s up?” He turned back toward me.

“We’re getting married tomorrow. Around seven and she needs y’all there.”

His brow lifted. “Does she know this?”

I laughed. “Nah, probably won’t find out until the morning, but she ain’t gonna tell me no.”

He laughed as well. “No, she isn't, no matter how stubborn she is. My mother and I will be here around five, if not earlier. She’s sensitive about Karsyn.”

I nodded. “She can come whenever she wants.”

“Aight. We’ll be here tomorrow. Thank you for the invite.”

I was walking into the house after Kolton pulled off when I heard my name. I glanced up and my grandmother was standing on the porch.

“Don’t look confused, lil nigga. Bring your ass over here.”

I laughed. It felt like every time I looked up, something was stopping me from getting back in this house to her. But it was all good. Tomorrow was all about her being mine forever, nothing less.

THIRTEEN

Karsyn

When I opened my eyes, I was praying yesterday was a dream, but God it wasn’t. Psy was sitting on the lone federal blue chair in the corner of his bedroom. The sun trespassed into the room, blinding me momentarily before I sat up, fully rubbing the rest of the sleep from my eyes. I rushed to pee, not saying anything to him just yet. This baby made my bladder control nonexistent. I peed twenty-four-seven.

While in the washroom, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. My stomach felt like it was rubbing my backbone. When I was finished, I reentered the bedroom where Posydiann had seemingly not moved at all. Yesterday’s nap ended up being a day to sleep away. It was an eventful morning, so I guess a day of sleep was warranted.

“How’d you sleep?” His voice was heavy, weighted like it was that night.

“Good, I guess. Did you sleep or have you been right here all night?” I sat back on the bed, mentally trying to gather myself.

“Couldn’t sleep. So I watched you sleep in intervals.”

I nodded. “What time is it?”

“Six.”

“What’s wrong?” I found myself asking, fear building in my chest because he was too silent and too still.

“Syn.” He said the nickname he had coined for me before rubbing his hands down his face.

“Wait, are you breaking up with me again? Because nigga I haven’t even agreed to get back with you, even after you stormed my fucking wedding.”

“Yo, shut the fuck up for a minute. Let me speak, and that wasn’t your fucking wedding.”

“Okay, then get to your point a little faster.” I glared at him and this fool started laughing.

“Syn. I’m saying I know I fucked up and I had every intention of waking you up and asking you to marry me this morning. Saying some poetic shit and all that, but all that comes to mind is how much I need you. When I hurt you, I hurt me. I know we have a lot of making up to do, a lot of talking, but you’re it for me. So when I pull this ring out of this box and tell you we’re getting married tonight, don’t gimme no lip. Just tell me yeah.”

I giggled because I couldn’t help it.

“What are you laughing at? I’m tryna propose to you and you're laughing at me.”