“You love this shit, don’t you?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Who don’t like guaranteed money than doubling it?”
I spent a few hours fucking off with them, then left to pick up the food and some flowers for Islah. Once I got back to the house, Islah’s car was already parked in the driveway.
I grabbed the food and walked into the living room to see that the girls had put up some decorations. I shook my head. I loved the shit they did for my girl. I took the food into the kitchen to find them standing around the island, already talking and drinking wine.
“Hey, Love,” they all yelled at the same time.
I placed the food on another counter as Islah walked up to me.
“Hey, ladies,” I said to them, while giving Islah a kiss and handing her some fresh flowers.
“Why you got my girl on a liquor fast?” Deja asked.
I looked at Islah, confused.
“You remember, boo?” she asked. “I’m not drinking until after the wedding.”
I smirked, picking up on her lil’ story she told.
“Oh yeah, some shit she saw online that she said she wanted to try, that’s not on me.”
They laughed.
I let the girl go on talking about anything and everything. How work had been since Islah had been gone, my niggas, the wedding, and went upstairs to check on Amir.
As I opened the door, I saw that he was glued to the game. He looked at me slightly and threw me his other controller.
“I have been waiting on you,” he said, eyes still locked on the TV. “Let’s run it.”
I checked my watch and had some time to kill, so I went in and ran a few games with him. We got as loud as Islah and them downstairs, yellin at each other in the game.
That lil’ nigga must have been practicing every night in his room, cause that nigga ran the score up on me a few times. But I had to let him know he was still the runner-up.
We was bout to run another one, but then I heard the doorbell ring, and I paused the game.
“Come on, the gang here,” I told Amir.
“What is going on?”
“We are having a lil’ housewarming party, Islah girls are here, and I called the gang to come through.”
“Ooou, that’s Wussup, Try to play 2K with Keith, that nigga is no good.”
I laughed and followed Amir down the steps. He opened up the front door, and my nigga Slime came through with a few of his people. Keith came through, too, along with Sammy and Ricky. They walked in, dapped Amir and me, and I walked them into the kitchen to link with Islah and her girls.
Her girl’s eyes were locked on Slime niggas, I laughed, cause they didn’t know them fools as I did.
Everybody was talking a lil’ quiet. Islah was moving around the food when Kenya yelled out.
“I just want to say congratulations to Mr. And Mrs. Mayer to be! y’all have been doing it big! From the engagement to the house, y’all are showing us that real love and true love are still out there. It’s still a thing, and I hope y’all don’t mind when I say we all love y’all and we want nothing but the best for y’all!”
The whole room lifted its glasses to Islah and me. I looked over at my mamas and kissed her.
“Now let’s make this a party!” Kenya continued.
She turned up the music, and we moved to the living room.
