“Yeah, we do. The service is in a day or so, so how long do we wait?”
I could tell that she was stalling.
“I don’t know, Love… I don’t know.”
I nodded and left it alone. For the first time, I felt like…we might not get married anymore.
Chapter 23
Another Ending
It was the morning of Jada’s service, and I sat up in bed looking and feeling crazy.
Since we had been in Miami, I could feel a shift in Love, and I knew I was the one causing it. I just didn’t know how to fix it.
It was very early when I woke up. We had a few hours to spare before we needed to get ready for the service, but an alarm didn’t wake me up. Waking up alone did.
I hopped outta bed, threw on my robe, and made my way down the hall.
Amir was knocked out with his TV sky high. I closed his door softly while shaking my head at his noise and walked downstairs.
Everything was quiet as I moved around the main floor. The TV was off, and there was no music playing. The only thing that could be heard was the faint noise from Love down in the basement.
I made my way down the steps and found him sitting at his work desk with smoke in the air around him. He looked up at me.
“Good morning, mamas.”
“Good morning, boo, how are you?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I’m good. How are you?”
I nodded. “I am okay.”
I walked over and looked at what he was working on as he hugged me.
“Is this for Amir?”
“Yeah,” he said, picking up the necklace pendant. “I stayed up all night working on this for him.”
“Baby, this is beautiful.”
“Took his mom from him, this is the least that I can do.”
I shook my head, trying to forget his role in her death.
“I think he will love it.”
Love nodded. “I’ma get some work orders out of the way, but then I can work on the piece I’ma give you on our wedding day. I just know what I make for you, I’ma have to make a collection for the store. Bitches is gonna want it.”
I didn’t know if I wanted to smile or tell him to hold off on it.
“Well, I don’t want you to rush your work for me,” I expressed, hoping that he didn’t read more into it, but from the look he gave me, he did. Even though I didn’t even know what I meant.
“Are we okay, Islah?” Love asked.
It hurt me that he even had to ask me that, but the way I was acting and feeling, I understood.
“We are…good, baby. I’ma get Amir up and start getting dressed.”
