“Spit it out, girl!” Deja said.
I smirked. “Love went in and beat Gio’s ass! And told him to leave the city.”
“And did he?” Kenya asked.
I nodded with a smile, showing them the text from Bully, and they all started cheering.
“I see why you’re so happy,” Kenya added. “You should be.”
I nodded. “And I am. I finally feel free, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.”
They all nodded, understanding where I was coming from.
“I am so glad that nigga is outta our city. I am so glad that you can focus on yourself and your marriage. Fuck that nigga Gio,” Deja added.
We lifted our glasses and cheered to that nigga being out of my life for good. I finally felt like I was done being in survival mode and was at the point where I could enjoy life.
The day kept moving after that, and by the time evening started creeping in through the windows, papers were everywhere, half-empty glasses all around, phones on chargers. We were all in the thick of it to make sure my day looked the way I wanted it to when we heard the front door unlock and open.
All four of us looked up from our phones and notebooks as Amir was walking down the hall with his face all twisted up.
“And I told the coach that wasn’t a foul?—”
He stopped when he saw us and just stared.
Love walked in right behind him with flowers in his hand. His eyes immediately found me.
I stood up as Love walked over to me, handing me the flowers and wrapping me in his arms with a kiss.
“Wussup, mamas?” he asked.
A smile instantly came across my face.
“Hey baby, I missed you,” I said softly, taking the flowers from him.
“You see this shit?” Renee whispered loudly.
“They don’t even see us,” Kenya added.
“They in their own world,” Deja chimed in.
Me and Love laughed at them as he pulled away from me and looked around the living room.
“What the hell happened in here?” Love asked.
“You know I was wedding planning before you left, we been at it all day.”
Love chuckled. “It looks like wedding warfare.”
That made Amir laugh.
Love sat down on the couch beside me and looked through the things that were spread out.
“Y’all make any progress?”
“A lil’,” I responded.
“A lil’?” Kenya repeated. “We got it all planned, just need to lock everything in.”
