Page 17 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

“You think they’d let me fly it?” She asked, eyes wide.

“Hell nah, Ma,” I said as I grabbed her hand and guided her toward the helicopter that sat waiting for us.

The guy gave her a tour of New York City, pointing out key places in the city's history. Meanwhile, I was texting the entire time, making sure that everything was set in place.

“He’s ready,” I told the pilot through our headset, who then turned in a circle and started flying in the other direction.

“And over here to the left, Miss Remy, is our fireworks show that we have curated especially for you tonight.” He said as he continued circling until he found the spot he was supposed to be at.

Once the fireworks show started, I pulled Rem to me as the words lit up the entire New York Sky. “Will You Marry Me, Remy?”

She put her head in her lap, and I wound up taking off my headset, bringing her into me and kissing her temple. She was crying hard as hell, but she hadn’t given me an answer.

“You gone marry me?” I asked as I pulled the ring from my pocket and grabbed her hand. She nodded yes, but never lifted her head as I slid the ring on her finger.

I brought her head up so her eyes could meet mine; her whole face was wet with tears, and I knew that it was a lot more behind them. I brought her into me and kissed her as she hugged me.

“Put your headset back on, Ma,” I handed it to her and kissed her again.

“Miss Remy, did you say yes?” The pilot asked her.

“Yes,” She said, her voice cracking through the speaker as I rubbed her hand.

“Great. Mr. Richardson wants to know if you’ll marry him right now. In the sky underneath the stars.” She started crying again. Up until this point, I had never seen her cry. But the way she was so emotional about it was fucking with me.

“Yes,” she said again as the pilot went through a script.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You left the ground as a couple, and you’re landing as husband and wife. Congratulations.” He said back through the headset.

I pulled her into me and kissed her and told her I loved her a million times. When Jax described Kenn as his heartbeat a couple of months back, I heard him, but I couldn’t relate. Now, I knew exactly what that felt like.

“I love you so much, Zohan, thank you for always listening.” She sniffled as she lay on my chest. Remy had told me that she didn’t want the mafia to officiate her marriage. I gave her that, when we finally took those blood oaths in front of the mafia officiant, we would already be married.

We went back toward the helipad, and everyone was there to celebrate what they thought was our engagement. Her parents, her sister, the JMF, everyone was there waiting by the time we landed. How we crossed paths was crazy. But Remy had officially become my wife, and if I was ready to kill about her then, I was ready to die about her now.

Part II:

Where Time Brought Us…

Remy

“Ziggy, why are you eating candy in the morning?” I scoffed as I heard the sound of a plastic bag rattling and looked in the back seat, only to see one of my twin sons dumping a pack of candy into his hand at 7 a.m.

“I was hungry,” he said lowly.

“Fruit, a granola bar, a muffin! Not sweets, sonshine, don’t try that again.” I shot back as I looked at him in the review mirror as he casually put the handful in his mouth, like the quicker he ate them, the problem would go away. I shook my head at his nonchalance.

My other son, Zaire, sat beside him, playing math games on his tablet, while baby girl Zoey had fallen asleep again. Zo and his parents had given me all these stories about how rough he had been as a child, and my twin boys were him all over again. My oldest, Ziggy, is the one who would send me to a nursing home. He was wild, broke the rules, temperamental, and wasn’t afraid of literally anything. I told Zo that it was all in his name. The name “Ziggy” just sounds like someone who bounces off the walls. I kept telling him, throughout my entire pregnancy, thatwe should name him Zackary. But he didn’t want to hear it. He said he wanted at least one of his children to have a Caribbean name, so I let him take the lead on that. I bet he regrets it.

His twin, Zaire, is who Zo is now. For the most part, he’s quiet and reserved. He spends most of his time by himself, playing on his tablet or building things. He is so independent that sometimes I’m amazed that he is only six years old. My daughter, our four-year-old, is the little ray of sunshine. She gets the boys in line for me, and she is truly the little princess of the house. The only time Ziggy is ever halfway gentle is with her; he is an amazing big brother.

I looked at my three children, who shared no resemblance to me, and felt blessed to be in this position. My life was so amazing. I had a loving husband, three amazing little children, and such a strong village that I couldn’t help but be thankful for everything that I had. Pulling myself from my thoughts, I put on my seatbelt, and I pulled out of the gates of my home with my security detail in tow.

It had taken some time for Zo to lighten up and finally allow me to drive our children to school, but he did. That’s what I loved the most about my husband. He was hard as hell, but he softened a bit when it came to our children and me. When I cried about not being able to bond with my children in the morning before they went to school, he finally gave in and told me I could drive them to school. When it came to our safety, though, that was non-negotiable. He made sure I understood that I’d have to do ithisway- one security truck in front of me, and one behind me at all times. His way was fine, as long as I got to be the one to give them kisses and words of encouragement before they started their day.

School was another thing we fought about. Everyone else’s children in the organization were home-schooled. I wanted my children to interact with others their age and develop socialskills. There was no safety issue; the organization was quieter than it had been in years. I was adamant that we should give them as normal a childhood as possible.

Zo basically told me I was out of my mind when I suggested it, then eventually, as they got older, he came around. But again, I had to do ithisway with a personal security guard at the school who sat there Monday-Friday from the first bell until dismissal.