All the men left me alone, and I opened the box from my future wife. Inside, there was a folded piece of paper placed on top of a piece of cotton shaped like the box. I took the paper out, placed the box on a table, and unfolded the paper.
To the sweetest man on earth,
If someone had told me I’d meet my husband on my first night as a flight attendant, I would’ve looked at them sideways, but here I am, about to marry you. I just wanted to thank you for being you and for loving me the way you do.
There hasn’t been a moment since we met that I didn’t feel every word you said, or every action you put forth to make sure I knew that I was seen and heard. I’ll love you to the ends of the earth and back, and I can’t wait to meet the bundle of joy that we created from our love.
There’s one more thing in the box
With love, your future wife.
I reread the last few lines of her letter as I processed what she’d said. I let the letter fall to the floor as I picked up the box and pulled away the piece of cotton. Underneath it was a positive pregnancy test.
I released the most emotional roar of excitement, causing the men who’d just left to rush back into the room.
“What the hell is going on?” Blaine asked with concern.
“My baby is having my baby!” I shouted.
How she kept this secret from me, I’d never know, and I didn’t care. I didn’t know how far along she was or when she’d found out; all I knew was that my baby, the love of my life, the only woman who made me feel better than flying, was having my baby.
“My baby girl is having a baby? I’ll be damned!” Mr. Reid exclaimed.
“Oh damn! Congratulations!”
“Congrats, bruh!”
“That’s wassup!”
Everyone congratulated me and gave me pats on the back.
“Let’s get this fucking show on the road!” I shouted.
My life had changed so drasticallyin a year, and I loved every single moment of it. When Sylas suggested we get married on Valentine’s Day to commemorate the day we met, I thought it was a wonderful idea.
The planning was going smoothly until I got sick at the beginning of July. I was down for several days and either forgot to take my birth control pills, or they came up with my vomit. By the end of August, I was sick again, but this time, it was because I was pregnant.
The last thing I wanted to do was waddle down the aisle, so I decided to change our wedding date to my birthday. It took some convincing, but Sylas eventually agreed.
I didn’t want to reveal my pregnancy until today, and by the grace of God, I was able to keep the pregnancy hidden from everyone. It was probably one of the hardest things I’d ever done, especially pretending to have my period so that Sylas wouldn’t get suspicious, and I was glad my secret would be revealed today.
Our wedding party was small, and the guest list was intimate. Of course, Mena was my maid of honor, and Yandy, who gave birth to my precious niece a month ago, and Taylor, whose handsome baby boy had just turned three months old, were my bridesmaids.
“Can everyone gather around? I have some news to share.”
My mother, Mama Rita, and my wedding party circled around me with anticipation.
“Don’t say anything until I’m done, okay?” They nodded. “I’ve been keeping a couple of secrets, and they’re both very exciting. A few months ago, I was reading, and Sylas asked me to read to him. He enjoyed it so much and started asking all the time. I didn’t think anything of it because the man is obsessed with my voice and could listen to me go on and on about nothing all day. Well, unbeknownst to me, he recorded me and sent it to a company looking for narrators. Guess what? I got a job narrating Black romance books.”
“Oh wow! That’s amazing!”
“That’s dope, sis.”
“I’m not surprised. Your voice is beautiful.”
Everyone had something positive to say, which had me beaming with pride.
“Thank you. The night we met, Sylas asked me to share something I’d never told anyone else. I told him I’d thought about trying to be a narrator or voiceover actress but never followed through. He remembered that and made it happen. I am so in love with that man and the way he loves me.”
