I stared at the picture.
Really stared at it like it was some AI bullshit, but I knew it wasn’t.
I sent the picture to my phone, walked back into my office, grabbed what I needed, and dapped Blacka and his people up.
“I’m sorry nigga, I have to take care of something.”
I didn’t even give him a chance to ask me anything. I walked straight out and hopped in my car.
“Ayo, Lo!” Keith yelled out.
I stared at him for a second, then pulled off. I knew I was doing a good eighty-five on those city roads, not giving a fuck about the other people around me.
I needed to get home.
Chapter 9
The Breaking Point
Iwas sitting at the island, looking at more wedding things, when Amir came and sat beside me. I watched as his eyes drifted over everything I had laying out, even flipping through some magazines.
“What colors are you thinking about?” he asked with a straight face.
I laughed under my breath. “I was thinking red and black, or dark green and gold.”
Amir nodded like he was judging it. “I like green and gold.”
“Well then, you know what? That’s what we’re going with.”
His face lit up. “Are you serious?”
I smiled, loving his excitement. “Yes, we said you are a part of this wedding, and I’ma make sure you are. You want to do a lil’ shopping with me?”
“I’ma go put my shoes on!” he said before running to his room.
I texted the group chat, letting them know me and Amir picked the colors and told them where we were gonna be to do some light shopping.
Deja was with her mom, and Renee was on a day date, but Kenya was ready to link up with us.
I locked my phone and grabbed my wedding planning things. When Amir came running back down the hall, happy, I had never seen a lil’ nigga so happy to do wedding shopping, but I was here for it.
We walked out, and he was already talking about the flowers on the table, and candles, and shit I didn’t know a lil’ boy knew about. I was shocked, but loved his vibe.
“How do you know so much about wedding planning?” I asked Amir in the elevator.
He sighed. “My mama likes all wedding movies. She used to say her and Daddy’s wedding would be a movie.”
I laughed, not meaning to, but it came out anyway.
“She was thinking cartoons, baby, our wedding is gonna be live action.”
We laughed as we walked outta the elevator and out to my car. As I drove, he talked my ear off about basketball, his classmates, teachers, and even his plans for the summer.
I loved listening to him talk. He sounded like a lil’ version of his dad. Proper, but still had some hood in him.
We pulled up to the first store, and Amir was out of the car before I could fully park.
“Come on,” he said, like I was moving slow.
