Page 297 of When a Soul Cries

Sol groaned the second she saw it.

“Oh my God. Here we go.”

“Call Zari.”

She folded her arms. “You are serious?”

I looked at her.

“I told you that last night.”

Then I found Sugga’s name.

Mama was about to lose her fucking mind.

And Kai?

That nigga was never going to let me live this shit down.

I didn’t care.

Twenty-four hours ago, I’d driven into the mountains with the woman I loved.

Now I was leaving with my wife.

At least if I had anything to do with it.

And judging by the woman standing in front of me trying not to smile while reaching for her own phone, I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one ready to stop waiting.

I stared at my phone like Sol had just called and told me she was pregnant with twins.

“Bitch, what?” I blurted.

“A’Zaria,” Sol groaned.

“No.” I pushed myself up from the couch, pressing the phone harder against my ear. “Say that shit again, because I know I did not just hear what I think I heard.”

Sol went quiet for half a second.

Then she said it again.

“Me and Roman are getting married.”

My mouth fell open.

“WHEN?”

“Today,” Sol answered.

“BITCH!”

I shot to my feet so fast I almost knocked over the glass sitting on my coffee table.

“Keep your voice down!” Sol hissed, but I could hear the nervous laugh underneath it.

“Keep my—Sol, you called me talking about you getting married **today** like you telling me you changed your lunch order. What the fuck happened?”

“It just… happened,” she said.