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“You’re what’s up. Get it together, Chanel, right now, unless you want everyone in here to know that you and Pyro had something goin’ on,” she strongly whispered in her daughter’s ear.
“I’m fine, Ma.”
“No, you’re not fine. The way you’re acting toward Pyro right now, it’s clear as day that y’all had something goin’ on. And if I can see it, don’t you think Mateo and Mecca will see it too?”
Chanel sighed. Her mother was right. She had been acting awkward toward Pyro.
“I’ll fix it, Ma. Thank you.”
“Just go in there and marry the man you love and don’t think about your past,” said Bacardi.
She nodded and smiled.
They went back into the room, where the judge was waiting for them.
“Let’s do this, baby,” Mateo said proudly.
Chanel gazed at her husband-to-be and grinned from ear to ear. Mateo took her hand in his and they approached the judg
e. Judge Harold Cawthan, an old white man in his early sixties, smiled at the couple.
“Are you two ready?” he asked them.
“Yes, we are,” Mateo replied.
“Great. Let’s get started.
Pyro flanked Mateo and Mecca flanked Chanel, and the judge looked at the young couple with the Bible in his hands and said, “Marriage is a wonderful thing. I’ve been married to my wife for over forty-five years.”
The judge then got the ceremony started. After Chanel and Mateo exchanged their vows, the judge happily announced, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Mateo took Chanel in his arms and they kissed passionately with happy tears in their eyes. Everyone applauded, including Pyro.
“I love you,” Mateo proclaimed with all his heart.
“And I love you,” Chanel replied with the same conviction.
The married couple left the Justice of Peace and climbed into the backseat of a sleek, black SUV. They were driven to the JFK airport, where they boarded a first-class flight to Hawaii to enjoy their honeymoon.
The newlyweds enjoyed champagne and proudly announced to the other passengers that they’d just gotten married this morning and were on their way to Hawaii for their honeymoon. The pilot even made an announcement through the speakers, and the entire plane erupted with clapping and congratulations.
The resort they had reserved was five stars with breathtaking views of the island and the Pacific Ocean. They had waited so long for this—the Hawaiian music, the warm tropical breezes, and champagne. Because Chanel was underage, she had to sneak drinks, which was fun for them.
On their wedding night, Mateo couldn’t wait to make love to his new bride. They had the honeymoon suite with a large king size bed, sitting areas, a balcony, a whirlpool, and two flat-screen TV’s.
Mateo wanted to be extra gentle with his wife. He knew she had a traumatic experience and he didn’t want to do anything to trigger memories of the rape. He was excited to finally be with Chanel, but he was nervous too. While Chanel was in the shower, he popped open a bottle of champagne. To pass the time until Chanel came out the bathroom, he decided to call Pyro.
Mateo stepped out onto the balcony and gazed out at paradise. The night was tranquil, and the Pacific Ocean was calm and glistening under the moonlit night. Mateo had his phone to his ear and listened to the ringing. Pyro soon answered.
“I know things must not be going right if you’re calling me on your wedding night,” he joked.
Mateo laughed. “Nah. Everything’s going good.”
“And you’re calling me?”
“I don’t know if it’s just me or what, but I need some advice.”
“Listen, if you don’t know by now about the birds and the bees, then there isn’t much I can do for you, Mateo,” Pyro continued to joke.
