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“You are soooo smooth. You pulled all this off by yourself?” she asked, cocking her head to the side like she couldn’t believe a nigga did all this.
“Shorty, down to the fuckin’ song that was playing. Daddy did that. Can I get my props or what?” I asked, making her giggle.
“I gave you your props, papi. This is perfect. I love everything about this,” Normani said.
Shortly after, two wa
itresses came over and poured water in both of our glasses. They even offered us something else to drink. I got a quick round of Hennessy while Normani stuck to her water. A nigga felt all types of fuckin’ butterflies in my stomach. You would have thought this was our first date or something. What made this moment so special was the fact that there were no cell phones involved.
Before we left the room, I told Normani not to bring her phone, and I did the same thing. I just wanted this moment to be her and I. I didn’t even want her to take pictures and videos of this moment because I wanted us to actually live through this shit and store the memory in our heads instead of in our phones. I knew how much Normani loved seafood, and I loved it just as much.
When the food came, it was a little everything. There were huge lobster tails in the middle of the table, king crab legs, headless shrimp, clams, mussels, just all the things I knew that Normani liked to eat.
“I am stuffedddd,” Normani said after finishing her food.
“Come here,” I called out as I scooted my chair back some.
Normani pushed her seat back, and as she made her way over, I held my hands out for her. She was in my lap now, and I was running my hands up and down her exposed thigh. We had a perfect view of the ocean. The sound of that shit was so fuckin’ peaceful.
“Does it matter where we get married?” I asked.
“Billionaire, I will marry you in the middle of the street. That’s how much I love you. I can honestly say that you changed me. You changed my mindset when it comes to a lot of things. I always thought I had to have one of those very expensive weddings, where my dress cost an outrageous amount, the cake, the venue, and everything else. At one point, I even convinced myself that I wanted to do one of those ice sculptures. I knew that if I ever got married, I would want to go all out, but with you, I just know that you are going to be the one that I grow old with, and because I know, the wedding isn’t where I want to put all my energy.
“What I care about the most is what we’re in the process of building. We can save all that money that we would recklessly spend on a wedding and buy our first home together, put it in our kids' savings account, or whatever else that’s going to hold some value in the end. My dad already made it clear that he isn’t going to support my relationship with you, so why even have a big wedding if I can’t have my daddy walk me down the aisle?” she said.
I nodded my head, agreeing with everything she just said.
“And that’s your final answer? You feel this way for real? You ain’t just telling a nigga this because it sounds good?” I asked, and she laughed.
“Billionaire, if you don’t believe me, when we get back to Miami, let’s go out in the middle of the street, and you’ll see how serious I am,” she said, twisting her neck all around and trying to show a nigga that she was dead ass serious.
“Say less, then,” I said, and then I signaled Allen, who was standing not too far away to get the pastor.
About two minutes later, he joined us, and a pastor dressed in his clergy robe came over carrying a bible in his hands.
“Baby, what is this?” Normani asked now that I had stood her up from my lap.
“You said you would marry me in the middle of the street, ain’t it? Do me something better then and marry me right here in the middle of the ocean, on this yacht,” I said, surprising the shit out of her.
“And you're serious?” she asked with a big smile on her face.
“It looks like I’m playing?” I asked.
She looked from me to the pastor, and once she saw that everyone had serious expressions on their faces, that’s when she got with the program.
“Let’s get married then,” she said.
In less than ten minutes, this woman would be my wife.
Miami, Florida
I walked into the elegant restaurant on Miami beach called OLA. It was my mother’s fiftieth birthday, and this restaurant specialized in good Latin food, which was my mother’s favorite, so it was no surprise that she’d chosen to dine at this restaurant to celebrate her big day. I walked in with a big smile on my face as I carried two large gift bags for my mother, but the second I saw who was sitting at the head of the table, I wanted to turn around and just walk out the door.
All I could think about was the fact that my mom had lied to me. She promised me that my father wouldn’t be there, and I actually believed her since it was Wednesday night, and I knew he would have to host bible study. From where I stood, I saw my mother sitting at the table, Naomi, her husband, my nephew, and of course, my father. It was so crazy how one man had the power to just kill my happy mood.
I had been in a better mood since last Thursday when Billionaire and I tied the knot in Mexico. I couldn’t believe that I was married. I was my husbanding everyone to death because it just felt so good. That man always had something up his sleeve, but to pull off a whole wedding ceremony with just me and him in attendance was over the top, even for him, but I loved every minute about it. That moment was just so intimate, and it would forever go down in history for us.
Once we sealed the deal, a couple of photographers came out and took pictures of us. With the bad that had happened in Mexico, Billionaire pulling off this wedding for us was the distraction I needed to forget about that incident. Yes, I still zone out and think about how I was thrown in the back of that van, but with each day, I was getting better. That experience had just left me so alert.
