“I’ma marry her for real.”
On paper.
Law.
My last name.
Everything.
“I ain’t about to keep playing with her,” I added quietly.
“She earned that.”
A small smirk pulled at my mouth.
“Lil Zay already got it…”
I nodded to myself.
“Time to make it right.”
For a second…
It felt peaceful.
Like the future actually made sense.
Like something was finally in place.
I pulled up to Uncle Wells’ store.
Same corner.
Same lights.
Same smell of grease and late-night food.
I stepped inside, the bell above the door ringing.
“Boy,” Uncle Wells said from behind the counter, “you awake tonight?”
I smirked.
“Barely. Lemme get a chili dog, a cherry sprite, and chips… some blunts too.”
He shook his head. “You rich and still eating like you broke.”
“Don’t start.”
We laughed.
Simple.
Normal.
For a second, it felt like old times.
I stood there eating, talking, letting the liquor settle in my system.
