Brooklyn was somewhere in this large venue. She had been in here about ten minutes ago, showing me her make-up, telling me how nice it looked, and that she wanted to use this same artist when she went to prom in a few months.
Meanwhile….. Steel
“Please get a lot of pictures of my handsome son. My boy look so fresh. Model that tux, daddy boy,” I called out from the chair that I was sitting in, as my barber stood in front of me, lining me up, getting me right, as we were down to the last two hours before the wedding was set to start.
We were at the venue, and all the men in my life that meant a lot to me were in this room with me. The part that gave me chills was knowing I was thirsty as hell to see Toni, and she wassomewhere tucked away with her girls at the same venue as me, but I had no clue where she was.
The venue that we were in mirrored a castle. Months ago, when Toni and I sat down, and we discussed the kind of wedding that we wanted, I let her have the floor. She told me all her ideas, and I wasn’t going to shortcut my baby when it came to anything. Toni made it clear to me from day one that she wanted a big wedding. She knew that she only wanted to get married once, so she wanted to go big, or go home. I had no problem giving that to her. Whatever my baby wanted, she got.
She came to me with a theme that resembled royal. To her, the royal them was supposed to symbolize fairytale love. The kind of love that you would only see in movies, or read in books, but here we were living this shit out in real life. She wanted us to get married in the closest thing that resembled a castle. I fucked with the idea because somewhere in that theme, it was giving old money Miami, so the idea was dope to me. We saw this venue months ago, and Toni was sold on the grand staircases, feeling like it would be a great place to take pictures. She loved the waterfront ceremony option that we would have today. It was a timeless look for sure, and it gave off that fairytale vibe that she was going for.
The venue was so big that we were on opposite wings. My guys and I were in a suite on a side wing of the venue, and I’m not sure what Toni and her girls view was, but I personally felt like we had the best view in the house. Our view was a waterfront view, and since we’ve come into this room hours ago, I have taken a few moments to myself to just stand there alone, take in the beautiful view that was in front of me, and really tap in with God, thanking Him for the life that I had.
I watched as the photographer took different photos of my son, and within seconds, there was a knock at the door. Khari, who was standing closest to the door, he went over to open it,and once he did, I saw him stick his hand out, as if he didn’t want whoever was at the door to come in.
“What you doing? You can’t bring your ass in here. Testosterone only beyond this point. Estrogen gotta get the fuck out,” he shot, and from where I was seated, I still couldn’t see who it was.
“Khari, move. I have something to give to Steel,” that was Karina’s voice.
She pushed past Khari, as if she took his ass for a damn joke, and she marched over to me. Like a typical nigga, I watched the way his eyes followed her ass in the dress that she was wearing.
My eyes lingered to her right hand, and I could see that she was holding something in it. I knew that I’d left something for Toni to open before the wedding started, but I was curious to know what it was that she had for me. Every time that I thought I had one up on her, this woman would always prove that she was up there with me as well.
“From the bride. Please, please don’t open this around anyone else. She will literally kill you,” Karina said, putting something in my hand, and before I could even ask her what it was, she walked away.
When she got to the door, Khari fucked with her some more, talking shit to her, and she talked it right back to his ass. Khari actually liked Karina, but she would never, I mean never fuck with that nigga. He had too many kids, and too many baby mama’s for her ass.
“What she gave you?” Khari asked me with his nosy ass.
“Nothing nigga,” I shot, not wanting to tell him because I didn’t have a clue what it was, and I wanted to follow the rules that Karina told me, and not look at this shit while the other men were around me.
“Yeah aight,” was all Khari said, and he went over to the side of the room, with the rest of the men, who were talking amongst each other.
My barber told me to give him a minute, so that he could search in his bag, and get another pair of clippers. While he did that, I looked around me, just making sure that the coast was clear, and once it was, I finally looked at what Karina placed in my hands. It was a small envelope. Nothing bigger than a wallet size. I pulled the flap back, and I took out what was inside. The second I saw this shit, I had to pick my hand up and cover myself because my dick immediately stood up.
I expected some kind of love note from my lady. Instead, I saw ass, and titties. The prettiest ass and titties that I’ve ever saw before in my life. This picture was so damn sexy, that I wanted to just keep it in my hands, and stare at it the entire time that I got my hair cut, but I would be ready to beat one of these niggas asses if they saw it. I tucked the picture in my pants, sitting here with this goofy ass smile on my face.
I kept looking at my barber, seeing that he was still fishing around for the clippers, so I would pull the picture out of my pocket again, drool over it some more, only to put the picture back in my pocket. Swear I did that at least five times. When I saw him head in my direction, I placed the picture back in my pocket and carried on like nothing happened.
An hour and a half managed to go by, and in that time, Karina would come by, and she placed three more pictures in my hands. Ay, that last picture almost resulted in a phone call. I had to pull my phone out, send Toni a message, and I told her ass verbatim, “If you send me another picture, you going to get fucked”. I didn’t see Karina anymore after that.
I don’t know if there weren’t any more pictures lined up in her queue, but I didn’t receive another one. You couldn’t tease me like that. I was the kind of nigga that would fuck anywhere.I’ll set this whole wedding back a whole hour for some pussy. I never cared.
Dressed in my white tux, with my son standing by my side, and my pops standing on the other side of me, the photographers took plenty pictures of us. Each of us had the same mug going on. You were witnessing three generations of greatness. My pops was the blueprint for all this shit. He was the reason I was able to grow up, and be a great man, and when it was my sons turn, he would grow up, and whatever woman that he settles down with, she would be able to tell that Zayne came from greatness, just based off the way that he treated her.
I wasn’t raising no disrespectful kid. I was raising a man that would never raise his fist to a woman, and that would never call a woman out of her name. I was going to make sure of that.
“You ready?” my pops asked me, reaching his hand out for a pound.
“Man, I ain’t ever been so ready for anything in my life,” I let him know, and he smiled at that.
We had all the men gather around, so that my father could pray. I shed a couple of tears during his prayer because you could tell that me and Toni were being prayed over by someone that truly loved us and wanted our marriage to succeed.
When his prayer ended, I found myself jumping up and down in place, similar to what I used to do back in my boxing days, when I would be moments away from demolishing a nigga in the ring. I was ready for this moment. I couldn’t wait to see fine ass Toni walking down the aisle.
Back to Toni
“Oh my God. I said I wasn’t going to cry. I said I wasn’t going to cry,” my mom said out loud, repeating herself over and over,really trying to convince herself that she wouldn’t cry, as I walked out, where all the women were, standing around, seeing me in my wedding gown for the first time.
