Page 59 of Love Sanctioned

I believed him. This was definitely crazy, but he did it… well, Junnie did it.

FOURTEEN

Posydiann

Had a nigga told me I’d be married right now months ago, I would have told him he was off the strongest dope. I married the one person who completed me in ways I didn’t understand a day after I stormed her wedding. I didn’t regret a damn thing about it either. I felt like I was less than a human the entire time me and Syn weren’t together, like I was off orbit. Though it took me entirely too fucking long to figure out how to tackle the fact that she wasn’t anything I could live without. She was vital to my existence like the air I breathed every day.

“You’re married now. Couldn’t even throw you a nasty ass bachelor party, niggas take the fun out of everything.” Killah walked up on me with a big grin.

“Damn, my bad for inconveniencing you.” My hand went to my chest as my eyes went over to Syn. I couldn’t stop looking at her. My baby was simply breathtaking. She had always been that, but now, in a different light, she was more radiant. She was on the other side of the tent talking to her friends and laughing. She was happy, which also made me happy. Her joy was mine, as well as her pain.

“Aight so, consider this your wedding gift.” Killah extended his hand with an envelope in it.

I set the glass down on the tall table next to me and accepted the envelope. I opened it and became confused, then I read it fully. It was a flight manifest to Saint Lucia and the reservation for a villa.

“Yo, you di⁠—”

“I did, because nigga, you need a vacation and you owe Sis a honeymoon. All this shit we’re dealing with will be here when you get back. I got this, you need a minute. Things have been back-to-back for too long. And you can’t say no, because your stuff is already packed, so is Sis’s. Junnie handled that too. Y’all leave at nine, so yeah, we’re gonna start wrapping this up soon, I got the house and Junior.”

I nodded, my eyes scanning the space. Everything was decked out all thanks to Junnie. She had more than made up for telling Syn to do what was best for her.

“Junnie did her shit, huh?”

“Sure did. And she still ain’t stopped moving.” Killah sipped from the glass in his hand.

“Shorty earned a couple dollars.” I laughed.

“Hell yeah. Nigga, you went from storming a wedding to saying I do. How does it feel?”

“Like time stood still long enough for me to see where I went wrong and gave me the chance to try to fix it.”

“That’s poetic. You already got the I do, nigga, yeen gotta be over here spitting lyrics.” Iso’s voice made me laugh.

“Nah, bro. I’m trying to be like you when I grow up. Married with three point five of them,” I joked, knowing damn well I was already wrapping my head around the one she was carrying. I hadn’t had a baby since Junior was a baby, and at that point, I was a baby.

He laughed, and so did Killah. We conversed for a while, cracking jokes and catching up before Iso had to jet and I was headed toward my wife. I already knew it was about time for us to be cutting out, but I wondered if she knew.

She looked up and saw me coming her way, the most angelic smile filling her features.

“Hello, Husband,” she greeted me as soon as I took a seat across from her.

“What’s up, beautiful. You heard about the plans in about thirty minutes?” I asked, cutting my attention between her and my watch.

“Yes, I did. Are you ready?”

“To get you alone on somebody’s island? Hell yeah. “ I leaned forward, further into her space.

I was seconds from kissing her when I heard someone clear their throat, then Junnie’s voice.

“I know you all are ready to get into those married festivities, but can we get a few pictures first? Then we need you to throw the bouquet before your ride arrives.”

We did just that, snapping images with everybody. I could’ve sworn I wanted this motherfucker to be small, but before I knew it, the whole hood showed up. Everybody present to witness some shit many didn’t think would ever happen. I married the love of my life with the whole Watertown as my witness.

A little bit later, I stood back, watching all the women line up to catch the bouquet. Apparently that was a big thing for women.

“Ready set. On Three. One…”

“This is a big thing to them, superstitions and shit like that.” A male voice made me look to my side away from the debacle ahead.