I opened my hand to him. Love did the same, and he took both of our hands.
People were still coming in while we sat there. I looked over the obituary and was a lil’ taken aback when I started reading.
I let go of Amir’s hand for a minute and tapped Love on his shoulder, making him lean over.
“Baby, don’t act up, but read the obituary.”
He looked at me, confused, and I nodded for him to do it, and he did.
I stared at him the whole entire time, waiting for him to get down to it, and when he did, his head shot toward me.
“What the fuck?!” he said out loud. I tapped his shoulder again, reminding him where we were.
Love started looking around when a lady walked and stood beside him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked him.
Love looked at Amir then back at her.
“My son wanted us here.”
The lady looked down at me.
“Grandma—” Amir said, but she ignored him.
“And who the hell is this?!” she asked.
Love stood up. “She’s my wife.”
“WIFE?!” yelled three ladies from different areas.
“How can that be your wife when Jada told us y’all were getting back together?” the grandma stated.
Love shrugged. “Cause your daughter was crazy. She knew I told her we would never get back together, and she knew I was getting married.”
Another lady walked over.
“Love, you know you have no right being here,” she expressed.
“Man, shut up, Veronica. Why the fuck would you put in the damn obituary that she is survived by her fiancé and put my name beside it? Why the fuck is my name in the shit at all? She wasn’t my damn girl!”
I stood up, and they looked me up and down.
“And she looks pregnant!” the grandma and Veronica said at the same time.
“Love, I will go wait in the car. This is about Amir.”
“No!” Veronica yelled out. This is about my sister! How dare you come here with her man!”
“I wanted Islah here!” Amir stood up and yelled.
Love walked around and wrapped his arm around Amir’s shoulder as he walked to his grandma and aunt.
“Mom and Dad were not getting back together. Dad has been with Islah. I live with them, and I told Islah I wanted her here with me.”
The grandma pushed past Love and me to get to Amir.
“Amir, baby, why would you want her here? She broke your family up.”
