My mind wasn’t spinning about the bad that was going on with Gio; it was spinning about the good. That my nigga was really putting in that work like he said he was.
About thirty-five minutes later, I was pulling up a driveway to the house I low-key wanted but didn’t tell him. I pulled up right in front and stepped out of my car. I stared at the tall house for a while, like I did when I saw the picture online. The house wasn’t cheap, and I never thought he would do that. My baby showed out.
As I walked up to the door, my phone rang. I quickly pulled it out my purse and saw I had a call coming from the hospital.
“Gio?” I said as I quickly picked up.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, baby, are you okay?”
I damn near cried. “Yeah, Gio, are you okay?”
“Yeah, are you home?”
I smirked, opened the door, and walked inside our new home.
“I’m at a hotel. Our door is fucked up, but Bully gave me the duffel bag.”
“Oh, shit,” he said. “Good look. You see all that’s in it?”
“I did, I did…even the key.”
He laughed low. “Oh, really? Where are you?”
I laughed.
“I’m at the new house, I couldn’t wait. Baby, this was the house I really wanted. Thank you.”
“Don’t think me, baby, you deserve it. Did you see a box?”
I smoked again as I walked through the house, thinking about all the memories we were going to make there.
“I did see a box. I got it in my hand.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry, baby. I wanted to do this the right way, do something big and special for you to show you that I love you more than anything in this world and that I never take you for granted.”
I was smiling ear to ear, and tears were building up in my eyes.
“Islah, can you open the box for me, baby?”
I took a deep breath and slowly opened the box to see a big, beautiful ring staring back at me.
“I opened it, baby,” I said through sniffles.
“Islah Princess Walker, will you marry me?”
I paused; my hands were shaking. Most bitches would probably say no, but that man had my heart.
I slid the ring on my finger and said, “I’m already your wife, baby.”
“That’s my girl! I love you, baby!”
Gio told me he was shot in the chest and leg; the bullet missed his heart. I told him how I was scared, and he told me I was stronger than most niggas he knew.
We talked until the doctors came back in to check on him, and the officers made him hang up. I wasn’t mad like he was, though; that conversation was enough to make me hold on until he made it to jail.
I left the house with a smile on my face and got in my car with a new plan. I was gonna hold this down for us until Gio touched back down.
It was my turn to do my big one for us.
