My children’s children were set for life, and I still had more money to make. I had never been the flashy type, so my money wasn’t spent on a lot of jewelry and shit like that. My house was bigger than I needed it, but it could be bigger. I only had two cars. Most of my money went into investments. The music business wasn’t going anywhere, but my father taught me to always have multiple streams of income, and that was what I did.
“Okay. Shut me up then.” Harvest giggled. “I’m ready.”
After shutting my truck off, I got out, then walked around to help Harvest out. When we entered the mall, Harvest decided on what store she wanted to go to first, and we headed that way.
We spent a couple of hours at the mall, then we went and got something to eat.
Later in the day, we rode bikes near the beach to watch the sunset.
“I think we should have a family dinner at my house. Just your parents and mine. We need to tell them about our marriage,” I told Harvest as I hugged her from behind.
The sun slowly went down, and the sky was different hues of oranges, lavender, and even pink. It was picture-perfect, and sharing it with Harvest made it that much better.
“I think that’s a good idea. My parents aren’t on social media that much, but I’m sure they probably saw something about us by now. Knowing my mother, she’s waiting for me to say something.” Harvest laughed.
I held her tighter and kissed her neck. We’d been out all day, but she still smelled like caramel and vanilla.
“We’ll set something up so we can tell them.”
Harvest put her hands over mine, which rested on her belly. I had visions of watching her stomach grow whenever she was ready to have a baby.
“Okay.” She leaned her head back onto my chest.
I gazed into her eyes and knew she was my forever. I kissed her lips, and we watched the sun a little longer. Before it got too dark, we rode the bikes back to where we picked them up from, then headed to my house.
I’d beennervous since I opened my eyes this morning. It was the day that Boston’s and my parents were going to meet, and we would officially tell them that we were married. We’d been plastered in multiple blogs, and my parents had asked on more than one occasion, but I never confirmed it. I wasn’t sure how my parents would react, especially because I had been with Victor, and I hardly knew Boston. They did know that Victor and I were on a break before I went to Vegas, and I told them that we had broken up when I got back. I was certain my mom, especially, would be mad that I got married without her being there. It wasn’t like I had done it on purpose, but she wouldn’t look at it like that.
I’d been to Boston’s house numerous times, and I was in awe of it every time I arrived at his gate. The wrought iron gate had two big Bs on the outside of it. As we waited for the gate to open, I sent a message to the group chat with my friends. I had been telling them how nervous I was, and they all assured me things would be fine. We also had been talking about another trip since we didn’t get to spend as much time as we’d planned in Vegas.
When the gate opened, I marveled at how perfectly manicured Boston’s lawn was. There wasn’t a piece of grass that wasn’t green or too high. Whoever cared for the lawn did a phenomenal job. A water fountain sat in the middle of the grass, and I wanted to put my feet in it because the water looked so refreshing.
Once the car arrived near the front door, the driver got out and opened the door for me. I wasn’t used to having a driver, but I wasn’t mad at it, especially because Boston lived thirty minutes away from me.
“Thank you,” I said as I exited the car. I pulled my skirt down and headed to the front door.
Before I could ring the bell, Boston was at the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Brooks.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.
“Hello, Mr. Brooks.”
Boston waved at the driver, then closed the door.
“You know I could have driven myself,” I told Boston as we walked through the foyer.
I loved the entryway of his house. The floor was black and white and led to a double staircase. Going up the stairs on one side were multiple awards Boston had won over the years. The house had six bedrooms with seven bathrooms. I wasn’t sure why he needed all those rooms, but I knew his brother had one for whenever he stayed the night. The room I loved the most was the theater room. I found myself in there every time I came over.Boston would always have some type of action movie queued up for me.
“I know you could have, but I wanted you to relax because I know how nervous you are about today.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
“Damn, bro. You gonna let her breathe?” Carter said as he entered the front room.
Carter had been at Boston’s house one day when I came by, and the three of us played golf on the course behind Boston’s house.
“She can breathe,” Boston mumbled against my neck.
I giggled and tried to move away, but he held me tighter.
“Hey, Carter.”
