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Damian’s brows knitted together and he frowned. “You don’t have to do me any favors, Connor.”
“Yes, I do. That’s what family does. We look out for each other. Go out there and find your answers, Damian. You deserve to know your history.”
He sniffled a bit, and that was the closest I’d ever seen Damian get to crying. “Knock, knock,” he said.
I smirked. “Who’s there?”
“You.” He shrugged. “You’re there. You’ve been there for me since you showed up, and I don’t think you know how much that means to me. You’re the brother I always wanted.” I felt myself on the brink of tears and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t make it weird, Connor.”
“No, I mean, I’m not gonna cry.”
“You’re already crying.”
“Well you can’t just say shit like that, Damian and expect me not to cry, dammit! Can I hug you?”
“No.”
“Can I say I love you without making you uncomfortable?”
“Probably not.”
“All right then, I hate you.”
He smirked. “I hate you, too.”
I scratched at my beard. “But we do need to get together sometime and work on your punchlines. That was a very odd joke.”
“I’ll leave the joking to you, seeing how you’re such a joke yourself.”
I chuckled and nudged me. “See? That’s a funny joke.”
“I wasn’t kidding. I think you’re a joke.”
I smiled and patted him on the back. “I love you, too.”
He stood up taller, shaking off his emotions. “Enough about me. Let’s get you married off, old man.”
I pointed a stern finger at him. “Don’t call me old man! Jax is an old man, not me!”
“Yeah. Whatever you say, old man.”
The rooftop of Oscar’s Bar was set up with chairs for our guests. There were sunflowers throughout the space—her favorite. There were M&M’s bags resting in everyone’s goodie bags—my favorite.
I stood at the altar, with my best friends standing beside me. The sun had began to set behind me, and that was her cue.
That was her sign to enter the space, in her beautiful red dress that made me fall in love with her all those years before. She stood tall with a bouquet of sunflowers, and walked down an aisle sprinkled with quarters. Her skin shone as the light hit her, highlighting every beautiful inch of her being.
As she reached me, she passed her bouquet off to my mother, and then Aaliyah turned to face me.
I took her hands into mine, because the idea of not touching her was too much for me.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi,” I replied.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
