Page 48 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“I don’t like that shit, E. I’m trying to be as private as possible.”

“You can’t control that.” She smirked. “You’re the hottest nigga around.”

“I love you.”

“I love you right back. And because I love you, I say let’s get married.”

“For real?” I asked, feeling my heartrate increase.

“Yes, for real. We’re already staying together, have a baby on the way, and our family is complete. What’s the difference between today and three months from now? Besides, I already have my dress, and I don’t wanna be big in my pictures. Right now, I can get away with it. So, yes, Courtland, let’s get married.”

I grabbed her and picked her up. She screeched with laughter.

“I fucking love you.” I kissed her lips.

“I love you, too.”

The kids were running into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Erin asked.

“We’re getting married.”

“We know, E.” She playfully rolled her eyes.

“No. Like sooner than we expected.”

“Really?” Erin’s eyes widened.

“Yes.”

I placed Eris on her feet.

“But look… for the next few days you gotta stay off social media. Matter fact, off the phone.”

Eris looked around, confused.

“But why?”

“It’s some things we can’t explain, but we have to keep this private, okay?” Eris explained.

She held out her hand.

Erin didn’t want to give it up.

“Come on, lil’ bit. Afterwards you can get it back.”

“I can just delete all the apps from my phone,” she whined, holding it to her chest.

“You know that ain’t good enough.”

“Does that mean y’all can’t have yours either?”

“Erin,” Eris said with authority.

“Okay.” She smacked her teeth and handed her the phone.

Eris powered it off.