Page 25 of The Impossible

“Probably. Are you ready to walk me to this aisle or you boutta stall?”

She nodded and grabbed the bouquet.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Nic.”

She blushed. “Thank you, husband.”

When we made it to the top of the aisle, I peeped Titus look at his father who looked dumbfounded as fuck. It was almost like they didn’t expect her to make it to the aisle, let alone out of the house. I dead ass could have been paranoid, but something told me I wasn’t.

“I got it from here, son.” Titus stepped to my side.

“Nah, you’re good. Go take a seat, old nigga.” I looked him up and down with a menacing stare, showcasing just how I felt about him in the moment.

“Excuse me?”

“Yo, you heard me. Either take a seat or I’ll have somebody come seat you.”

His whole fucking face cracked, but he moved out of the way. When we finally began moving, I glanced over at Nic who couldn’t hold back the amusement embedded in her features.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

I laughed as we continued two stepping toward the altar and the pastor.

The music died down when we got to our destination. Things happened quickly after that moment. Before I knew it, the pastor was asking for the rings then telling me I could kiss my bride.

I kissed her forehead, pulling her frame closer to mine. We were now married and sitting through a reception I would have much rather received a recount of. I had other plans for our wedding night, plans that included the private jet and me and her landing on some secluded island for the next few days. Because of who I was and what I was into, I couldn’t do any longer than a couple days. Not to mention I wanted to know who was bold enough to come for her, here of all places, and how they’d gotten in. Something was off about the way both Shamus and Titus looked aloof when they saw her. It was almost like they didn’t expect her to walk down the aisle.

“You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.” Her soft voice and the softness of her hand as it grazed my neck interrupted my thoughts. I looked out at my family enjoying the party, then over at her.

“Nah, I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” She countered.

“The fact that I could have gotten a recount of this from Otto in a few days. But right now, I’d rather have you naked over the Pacific while we go be held up for a couple days.”

She grinned. “Is this what marriage looks like for us?”

It took me a minute to understand her entire question. “Marriage looks like whatever we want it to look like, Nic. I told you this with us was real and I meant just that.”

“Whatever I want?”

I gave her a quick look and a grin. “Went from we to I? You boutta have me regretting saying that shit, huh?”

“Maybe, but then again, probably not. You never know, we may want the same things, husband?”

That earned a laugh out of me. “We’ll see, but yeah, whatever you want. Within reason.”

“Okay.” She nuzzled close to me. “How much longer do we have to be here?”

“Till you go over there and tell Alora you’re ready to go on your honeymoon,” I said, just to fuck with her.

She cackled. “Um no, that’s your mom.”

I shook my head. “Nah, that’s you, baby. You gave her something neither me nor Otto could. You gave her a daughter.”

“Well technically, you did that. You paid for a bride.”

“I ain’t paid them niggas yet. Shit, probably why they’re still here.” I looked in the direction of her people sitting at the table a few feet from us, then glanced down at my watch. It was time for me to give her the first of a couple surprises tonight.