“Damn baby. Shit,” I started barking like a dog, and I even snapped multiple screenshots of her, going to save these images to the private album that I had of her in my phone, that no one was able to see besides me, and her.
“You like it?” she asked me, as if there was supposed to be another answer to that question, aside from me saying yes.
“I love that shit, baby. Take the phone. Bring it closer. Put it right in front of fat ma,” I ordered, needing to talk to fat ma in private, and give her the full run down on the shit that I planned on doing to her tomorrow after the wedding.
“We down to four minutes, Zion,” she warned me, picking the phone up like I asked her, and she flipped the camera, so the pussy was right in my face. As if it was right in front of me, I let out a bunch of kissing noises.
“We going to have a time tomorrow night. Get all the rest that you can. Tomorrow is going to be my first time fuckin marriedpussy, and I can’t wait. Damn. You got my shit so hard right now, baby. I’m not going to even waste my breath and ask you to send me your location because I know you not going to give it to me,” I let out, fuckin with her mind, hoping that she would take me up on my offer, and give me the location, so that I could come fuck.
Toni turned her location off, which I wasn’t tripping about because she knew the kind of nigga that I was. She knew that I would pull up. She was hell bent on not seeing me until the wedding tomorrow, so I wasn’t surprised when she stopped sharing her location with me.
“I’m glad you know that I won’t be giving up the location. We’re down to our last two minutes, Steel. I know that I plan to pour my heart out to you tomorrow in our vows, but I just want to let you know that I love you. I’m ready for tomorrow to become the best day of my life,” she voiced, right after she flipped the camera, and she put it back on her beautiful face. I smiled at her words, loving whenever she would express her love for me.
“You see the way I got you smiling right now? The plan is for me to keep that smile there forever. With us planning for this wedding these past few months, people have been asking me what my main goal is with marriage, and my answer is simple. I just want to keep my wife smiling and happy. I know that for that to happen, I gotta do my part. We down to our last minute, so I’ll let you go. Let this be the last time that you use the name McCall. After tomorrow, you’re a Perkins now. I love you baby,” I finished, wrapping it up, knowing that we needed to get off the phone.
“I love you more, daddy,” she cooed, and her ass didn’t wait another second because she eventually hung up on me.
I sat up here for a little while longer before I stood up, so that I could go back downstairs to the party. Leave it to me, a niggawould get in the shower, throw some briefs on, and take my ass to bed.
I had a gang full of niggas downstairs that wanted to party with me, and help me bring my wedding day in, so I took my ass back downstairs, so that I could turn up with the bros.
Chapter 14
Toni McCall
MOMENTS BEFORE “I DO”
“Somebody get a towel or something for her to put on the front of the robe. I don’t want that food spilling, getting on her robe,” my grandma fussed, standing in the large, luxury bridal suite that I was in with the rest of the women.
This suite at the venue was perfect, having everything that I needed. I was in bed, in this beautiful custom robe that my girls had gotten for me, and there was a plate in my lap that held baked chicken, mashed potatoes, and some vegetables. There was a chef here, that came first thing this morning, making breakfast for everyone, but I didn’t eat. I’m not sure why, but I was nervous as hell, couldn’t bring myself to eat anything all morning, but here we were, a little after 3:00 P.M., and I’d finally found the appetite to get a little something on my stomach.
“I got it. Ma, you need to go get in the chair, so that you can get your make-up done. Come on. It’s getting closer to the start time,” my mom fussed at my grandmother, as she walked towards me, holding a white towel in her hands.
She had me lift the plate from my lap, so that she could drape the towel over me. That way the food wouldn’t spill, dirtying up the robe.
My make-up was done. Face was beat to the gods! I hired a professional make-up artist to do myself, and all the women’s faces. Any other day, I would usually do my own make-up, and have it look as if a professional had done it, but today was my day, and I didn’t want to have to lift a finger. Everything was on, except for my lipstick. The artist didn’t do it yet because she wanted me to have a minute to sit and eat.
Once I was finished, that’s when she would finish with my look. There was a camera crew in here, that were capturing all these moments because these were the final moments leading up to our wedding, so once the reception was over tonight, we would officially be done filming.
We had been on a break from filming because I didn’t want my bachelorette or Steel’s bachelors party to be recorded. Certain things I didn’t want to expose to the public. I wanted this to be a family show, where everyone would be able to sit, and enjoy together, which is why certain parts of our life, the film crew were contracted to not come and record certain settings. Call me strict, but I didn’t want my niece, or my kids to see me in Nola, leaned over on the side of the building, throwing up because I had too much to drink. That wasn’t the look that I was going for. I also knew that my students wouldn’t allow me to live that down, so that’s why certain areas of my life weren’t filmed.
“What the hell did ya’ll do last night? Let me check to see if she’s even breathing,” my mom voiced, standing over me, but her eyes were on Alecia. Everyone in the room heard what she said, so they started laughing, knowing that my mama could be dramatic as hell.
My mom picked her hand up, and she put her finger right up under Alecia’s nose, just to see if she was breathing, and she was.My eyes were on Alecia, as she was in a silk robe, just like the rest of the ladies. She was lying on top of the comforter, with a throw blanket wrapped around her. Her face was already done, just like most of the women, so she had her head resting on her arm, so that she wouldn’t get make-up on the pillow. She wasn’t snoring or anything, but you could tell from how peaceful that she was sleeping, that her ass was in a deep sleep. Hell, if it wasn’t my wedding day, I knew that I would be up under a throw blanket, sleeping as well.
We didn’t get any sleep last night at all. Me, and these women have been up for an entire 24 hours. After getting off the phone with Steel, I went back downstairs with the ladies, and we had a time. I’m talking karaoke for at least two hours straight, and then we played a couple of card games. From there, we gathered around in a circle, and with all these beautiful women in my life, we stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, talking about what marriage looked like to us.
In my friend group, Alecia, and Brandy were the only women that were married. I received so much insight on marriage from Alecia, and Brandy. They shared things with me that I planned to take along with me during my journey of marriage. Although Shawntae, Karina, and Rianna weren’t married women, each of them dated, and ultimately, they each had a goal in mind to one day be a married woman, so they were listening just as closely as I was, mentally jotting down notes.
Because we partied so hard in Nola, and I’d gotten sloppy drunk, and we did enough things there that most people would do in a weekend trip, I was glad that the women knew me well enough to know that part 2 of the bachelorette party that they’d thrown for me yesterday was all that I needed.
“We haven’t been to sleep yet, auntie. We stayed up all night last night,” Karina said, coming over, and she sat down at the foot of the bed. As if this was some young people shit, that mymom couldn’t wrap her mind around, she shook her head, and she walked away, allowing me to eat my food in peace.
“We have a couple of hours until the wedding starts. Let me know when you’re ready for me to start giving your man your pictures,” Karina let me know, and I smiled, thinking about the way that Steel was going to lose his shit once he got his eyes on the first picture.
There were four pictures in total for him, and each picture would get spicier and spicier as they were handed over to him. At home, I had an entire photo album, so that he would have the pleasure of seeing each photo that I’d taken that night, and I was going to threaten him to keep it locked away in his mancave, so that the kids wouldn’t see it.
“You honestly can start giving it to him right now. Go ahead. Whatever you do, don’t let Brooklyn see it. That girl just might die,” I let her know, and she laughed, while promising me that she would keep it out of Brooklyn’s view.
