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“I’m yours, forever, Doll. In every way that matters. In every season, every city, and every version of who we grow to become together. I’ma choose you every day from now until forever.”
The officiant took us through the last parts of the ceremony, until it was finally time for me to kiss my damn bride. I scooped her up in my arms and kissed her like both our parents weren’t right there. Our family and friends clapped and cheered, and the officiant announced us husband and wife.
I kissed her again.
About damn time.
Afterward, we were all gathered in the same area for a simple reception. Because it was just a few people, we purchased a small cake and got the hotel to cater a meal for us, and music played as we all just chilled together.
Our parents were all still sitting at the dinner table, while Wilder and Marc were ducked off by the ceremony chairs. They sounded like they were arguing about something, but they were both cheesing way too hard to actually be upset, so I ignored their crazy asses and pulled my girl to the tiny dance floor they had set up.
She rested her head on my chest as we danced, and I wrapped my arms around her tighter.
“Thank you,” she said after a while.
I kissed her forehead.
“For what?”
She removed her head from my chest and looked up at me.
“For coming to find me.”
She was referring to the last time we were in Paris, when I had to put in work to get my woman back.
I lowered my head and pressed my lips against hers.
“I would find you in every lifetime, Doll. Believe that.”
She grinned and kissed me quickly. “I do.” She rested her head on me again, and we continued dancing, soaking up the moment.
We were finally married in Paris, surrounded by the people we loved most.
I loved this woman so much, and there was no letting up off her, ever. The world was hers, and I was too.
Epilogue
Dy
One Year and a Half Later
If someone had told me that this would be my life, I would have probably slapped them in the face.
Here I was, sitting in my own corner office, with artist contracts and proposals spread around me like confetti. My agency was prospering. We had signed five new artists, and Brick’s sophomore album was currently at the top of the charts.
His music was doing exactly what he intended for it to do—bringing the culture back to real lyricism in hip-hop. I was beyond proud of himandmyself. Together, my husband and I had built something real. Something lasting.
Taking a moment to soak it all in, I turned to look out of the window at the Jai City skyline.
I washome, in more ways than one. Brick and I traveled often but decided that we wanted to plant our roots in Chaney. I was honestly happy to be back, and even happier that my best friend decided she wanted no part of New York if I wasn’tliving there anymore. Wilder had officially started her own law practice in Chaney, and it was doing amazingly well.
She and Marcellus were also officially a thing according to her lastShutterpost, soft launching their relationship. They had been dancing around their feelings for each other for long enough, so I was happy to know that they were done playing games.
Life wasgoodfor us all, and after the news I had gotten earlier, it was only about to get better.
I glanced at the small, wrapped box sitting on my desk, just as my office door opened. My smile grew as my fine ass husband walked through the door. He had pulled an all-nighter in the studio, so this was my first time seeing him today, and I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy.
“Wassup, Mrs. Ellis?” he asked once he made it to me. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly.
