Page 52 of Love Sanctioned

“I know that, but honestly, I’m exhausted. You’d be surprised how much energy you have when you’re pregnant by a fucking lunatic who storms weddings in Gucci flipflops and basketball shorts. God.” She was laughing by the end of her statement.

I shrugged. “It wasn’t my wedding and apparently not yours either.”

She yawned. “I’ma take a nap. Do you have anything downstairs to eat?”

“Nope, but there’ll be something when you wake up.”

“You’re leaving?” she asked, standing to throw away the towelettes she used to remove the makeup from her face.

“To get something to eat, but I won’t be gone too long. Do you want something in particular?”

“A burger with steak sauce and fries. It’s all I’ve been craving,” she said as she reentered the bedroom, looking at me.

I laughed. “No shit, because that’s all I've been eating too. From Ninos, right?”

She nodded, pulling the covers back and laying down. “Do you really love me or did you just say that because you saw me about to marry another man?”

I rounded the bed, then took a seat next to her. “I told you I loved you that day you called yourself blocking me. Meant it with my whole fucking chest.”

The way she looked up at me gave me hope. She wasn’t messing with me now, but this wasn’t forever. We would get through this and that was what mattered.

“Speaking of.” I leaned forward and opened the nightstand, then pulled out the phone box. “This belongs to you.” I set the box next to her.

“Why are you giving me a phone?”

“Because you got one time to block me again and I promise I’m yoking your ass up.”

She laughed. “Get out. I’m going to sleep.”

“You do that, if you need something, call Junior. I should be back when you wake up.” I leaned down and kissed her. I for sure thought she was gonna push my ass away, but she didn’t. We kissed on some nasty shit, with me knowing damn well if I was serious about pulling tomorrow off I had to leave.

When I pulled back, I just looked at her. So fucking beautiful. My hand went to her midsection as a smile crept to my lips.

“So, you stormed her wedding this morning and plan to marry her tomorrow night. So now we’re at this high-priced ass mall so you can get an engagement and wedding ring.” Killah’s voice filled my eardrum as I looked over the rings before me. This was the second case and I had yet to lay eyes on anything that I saw on her.

I nodded.

“I fuck with it but let me show you where you’re fucking up. Ay, big homie, bring out the good shit, because this right here ain’t it and you boutta lose a sale. Top tier only, my brother is trying to get married tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, huh? Big spender,” the older gentleman behind the glass said. He then pulled the set of rings I was looking at away from me and put it back behind the glass. “I have just what you’re looking for.”

He then walked to the back, leaving Killah and me in the front alone.

“You're tricking like that? You know the keywords to get them to pull out the expensive shit?” I asked, cutting my eyes at him.

He chuckled. “The problem is you ain’t tricking like that, so you don’t know.”

I shook my head. He was right. But then again, I never bought women anything, with Karsyn being the exception. She wasn’t into too much jewelry, sticking mostly to the few pieces of gold she wore all the time. So with her, it was never that. I’d purchased a fucking embroidery machine and expensive ass needles. That was tricking… had to be.

Seconds later, ol’ dude returned with a wide blue case and a big smile. “You buy a ring from here, we are family now,” he said, this time rounding the case to stand next to us.

I nodded. When he opened the case, I stared. All of this work easily cost a grip, or a bunch more, but with Karsyn, money was no object. It didn’t make or break her.

And there it was, a set. The main diamond wasn’t too flashy, but it said a lot. It said sorry for my fuck up but forever is on our horizon. It promised her that both she and our child would be safely rocking my last name. It said she was mine and I was hers and we had a lot of time to make up.

“That one.” I pointed to the lone diamond with what I considered The Supremes surrounding it. The band below it on the fake finger further brought it out.

“We call this one the forever. When a man points this ring out, he knows what he wants and he knows his bride. We are family from this day forward. I am Havi, you are Posydiann, and you are Killah,” he said with a heavy accent.