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“Nigga you ready?” Ty asked, walking up to me.
“Nigga I been ready,” I told him.
I was dressed in a three-piece suit with a red bow tie on. I was killing the fuckin game in my Christian Louboutin dress shoes as well. I knew Tisha was going to go crazy when she seen a nigga. I did something new with my hair as well. Instead of the low cut that I always wore. A nigga always had good hair, so I chose to let my curly hair grow and now it was cut with a fade with my curly hair on top in an afro. I must admit that I was that nigga, indeed. I was literally a walking check right now in this bitch with all this damn jewelry on.
At exactly 6:45, we made our way down to the beach area, where our wedding would be taking place. Leave it to my bourgeois ass wife to want to get married on the damn beach while the sun was about to set. I swear, her littl
e prissy ass would fit right in with them damn Kardashian sisters. I took pictures with my groomsmen and by the time we started, it was time to start the wedding. All the guests sat in attendance waiting for the wedding to begin. I had to admit that the wedding planners that Tisha hired did the damn thing with these decorations. The color scheme was red and ivory. I hadn’t even seen Tisha, but I couldn’t wait to see her fine ass walk down that aisle.
At exactly 7:01, the wedding was starting. Brian McKnight stood off to the side singing Love of my Life. I knew Tisha was going to lose it when she seen him there. I was able to talk to Pat and Cevon, and they pulled some strings, and a nigga had Brian McKnight singing at my damn wedding.
In walked the best man, which was Ty, and the maid of honor, Lani. Next was Tamika and Pat, then Cevon and Kyla. Next, my two daughters walked in, and they looked so beautiful. Tamia was holding Harmony’s hand while they walked down the aisle and dropped rose petals. Everyone stood, and I looked up and got to see my beautiful wife walking down the aisle. I tried to control myself, but I couldn’t. A nigga started howling at her fine ass, and I had everybody in there dying laughing. Tisha’s ass was too busy crying that she wasn’t even laughing. I already knew her crybaby ass was gon’ start crying. Being as though Tisha didn’t have her dad to walk her down, she was able to get Ka’lani’s dad, Phillip, to walk her down. I thought that was perfect, because they had gotten close and she even calls him daddy Phillip.
“You look beautiful as hell baby,” I said to Tisha, noticing she changed her red hair. Damn, my baby wasn’t on her Charlie Baltimore shit anymore; she was more on her Beyoncé shit right now.
“Thank you baby, you look handsome too,” she said through tears.
The pastor began, “We are gathered here today to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Into this day, these two come now to be joined. Please hold hands and look into each other’s eyes.”
I took Tisha by her hand, and she was trembling. I gave her a look, letting her know to relax.
“Otis Jackson, with this understanding, do you take Latisha Jackson, to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others and to be faithful only to her, so long as you both shall live?” the pastor asked me.
“I do,” I said, not even having to think about it.
“Latisha Jackson, with this understanding, do you take Otis Jackson, to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him comfort him, honor and keep him, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others and to be faithful only to him, so long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Tisha said, still crying.
“May I have the rings please?” the pastor asked, and that’s when Ty passed the pastor our rings.
“Otis Jackson, as you place this ring on her finger, repeat these words after me. This ring, a gift for you, symbolizes my desire that you be my wife from this day forward. As this ring has no end, neither shall my love for you.”
I then repeated it. He read out the same thing for Tisha, and she repeated it as well.
“Otis Jackson and Tisha Jackson, you have consented together in holy matrimony before God, have pledged your vows to each other, and have exchanged rings as tokens of your life and commitment to each other. In accordance with the authority of God’s word and with great joy, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the pastor said.
“Come kiss daddy,” I said, pulling my wife to me. I tongued my wife down right there in front of everybody.
The crowd was screaming, and I heard Ka’lani scream out, “That’s my girl! Get your man Tisha!” She had everybody in the crowd dying laughing at her funny ass. I remember going to Ka’lani’s and Tyrone’s wedding, and Tisha did Ka’lani the same way. Those two girls were a damn trip.
“I love you baby,” I said to my wife.
“I love you too,” she said back.
Tisha
Here we were at our reception, and I have to admit that today has got to be one of the best days of my life. Our wedding turned out perfect. Our reception was takin place in the hall at the hotel that we were staying at, which was absolutely beautiful. The whole hall was decorated with white and red decorations. Everyone in attendance sat together at rounded tables, sitting ten guests per table. I looked around and everybody was eating, laughing, taking pictures, and just having a plain ol’ good time. There was an open bar too, so the guests were going crazy for the wine and champagne. Otis and I sat on stage in two chairs that were fit for a queen and a king. I felt like a superstar as everybody kept asking to take pictures with me. I even invited Akira to the wedding and surprisingly, she came. I respected that woman to the fullest, because she never came out of the side of her neck, and she never did any funny shit when it came down to Otis. Akira wasn’t worried about my husband because she had a man of her own, who she brought along with her to the wedding. I never brought up to Otis about the whole Marshae situation, even though I knew he had killed her or something, because that night that he left out while I was sleep, I woke up the next morning and I found his dirty clothes in the hamper, and I was able to see the specks of blood on his clothes and his boots. The reason why I knew he handled it is because the phone calls all of a sudden stopped, so that basically gave it away. I wasn’t going to ask him how he killed her, because all I cared about was the fact that she was dead this time.
After we ate, it was time for the best part, the dancing. All of a sudden, the DJ started playing John Legend’s song, So High. I wrapped my arms around Otis’ ass, and he kept a strong ass grip on my ass. What started out a slow dancing, which turned into us separating and singing the words to each other as soon as the beat dropped. I felt like AJ green and his wife, how they sang this same song to each at their wedding reception.
Let's go to a place only lovers go
To a spot that we've never known
To the top of the clouds we're floating away yeah
Ooh this feels so crazy
