We got led to a section. We had a clear view of the floor and the bitches around the room dancing. My niggas bought a few bottles while I rolled up.
“Nigga how you feelin’?” Ricky asked.
I shook my head. “My fault, fellas. I guess I have changed.” I expressed. “I guess I am just getting into that husband mode. Islah has been home and shit, and it’s been just us while Amir is in school, and then she…” I paused, almost letting out the baby shit. “She’s been stressed about the wedding shit, all that’s been a lot.”
They all nodded.
“I feel that” Keith said. “But feel this, this is your last night out?—”
“No, the fuck it’s not,” I said, cutting him off. “That’s why I said I didn’t need none of this shit. She still gonna have her girl nights, I’ma still gonna slide out with y’all.”
Sammy laughed. “Well, shit nigga! How about we just want to act like it is and celebrate you the way people normally do shit? damn.”
I laughed at them and threw my hands up. “Fine, nigga, fine.”
After a while of us talking and watching bitches dance, some girls came over to the section and spoke to Keith, whispering in his ear. He gave a slight nod, and they came in, taking a seat where they could, one of them next to me.
I left the bitch alone, ducked off in my phone while my niggas talked to the rest of them, texting Islah seeing what she was up to when I heard.
“My friend said you are getting married.”
I looked over to my right to this brown-skinned, thick bitch sitting next to me.
I looked over at her friend, this yellow bone girl talking to Sammy. She glanced over to me with a smile.
I nodded to the girl beside me and looked back at my phone before I stood up and walked out of the section, leaning against the rail. I was alone for a few minutes, looking around, when another bitch came and stood next to me, bumping me a lil’ bit, making me look at her.
“Your love, right?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah,” not saying shit else to her.
She nodded at me. “Everybody’s been around the club talking about how you that nigga, and I wanted to find out for myself.”
I raised an eyebrow at her.
“That’s Wussup, but I’m good.”
She pushed up against me. “But I can make you feel better.”
I looked at her and laughed.
“Give me a lil’ minute,” I said, getting close to her ear. “I got something for you.”
I walked back to the section and texted my cousin Katie, asking her if she was busy and wanted to make some money. She responded quick and said she was free, and I sent her my address, telling her to go to my new house to watch Amir for me.
After that, I texted Islah, sending her the address to the club that I was at and told her to get dressed and come be with me. She texted me back, confused, like I said something she couldn’t understand. I repeated myself until she finally said okay, and I sent a car to the house.
I chilled back in the section drinking, smoking, and talking to my niggas, letting the time pass by while they tried to talk them bitches into going home with them.
I laughed at them niggas working to compete with the music when my eyes panned to the door, and I saw her.
My wife to be.
I stood up and walked over to her slow. Our eyes locked the whole time. She was wearing a short, tight leather dress that had her breasts sitting up and out right. The dress fit her frame just right. I could see her ass from the front.
When I got up to her, I smiled, took her hand into mine, and spun her around in a circle so I could get a good look at her before I pulled her into my arms for a kiss. I don’t give a fuck who we were in.
“You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years,” Islah said in my ear.
