Page 41 of Still Forever
“Aww hell nah,” Judah threw his cards down on the table and glared at me.
I laughed so hard, I could barely breathe.
“Jaxon broke orders and came to see me during the breakup, and well…”
Their faces changed, and in an instant, Ms. Meena was in my face.
“So you weren’t happy for me when you thought it wasn’t Jaxon’s?” I teased her as she bear hugged me and touched my belly.
“Happy? Girl, I thought we had to bury you. We just got you back. Hey, little one.” She said as she got eye level with my stomach.
Ms. Meena came so quickly that she barely gave my parents the room to get close to me. Instead, they both congratulated Jaxon before they finally got a chance to do the same for me. Seeing my mother give Jax a genuine smile warmed my heart. I breathed in all the love that surrounded me, and for the first time in months, I had a smile that didn’t come from memories.
“I guess this all explains Taj’s no call no shows,” My father whispered as he chuckled once we were away from the crowd.
“Maybe he’s on vacation,” I shrugged as I took a bite of potato salad, feigning ignorance. He gave me a smirk that made me drop my fork and burst out laughing.
After the sun went down and everyone had gone home, I lay back in the Jacuzzi tub of our home with Jaxon. We lay in silence for the most part. Just relieved that we had found our way back to one another. He traced lines on my stomach and occasionally kissed my neck and shoulder. My night ended with me in the comfort of my own home and in the arms of the man whom I loved more than anything. And there was no other place that I would rather be.
CHAPTER 16
Jax
Everybody told me to stop pacing. I told them to mind their fucking business. I couldn’t help it, I wasn’t the type of nigga to be nervous—not about money, not about deals or war. But waiting to see KD walk down the aisle had my chest tight, as if I had run a marathon.
Zo leaned against the wall, his hands folded in front of him and his eyes scanning the doors, as if he were clocking exits and threats. Being the head of security, it probably was routine for him, so I’m sure he was. “You look like a lion in a cage.” He mumbled.
“I’m just ready,”
Judah smirked from beside me, suit sharp enough to cut glass. “Yeah, you ready alright. Just remember the pastor has to say you’re married before you snatch her up.” He scoffed, making us all laugh.
“Alright, gentlemen, it’s time for you all to walk out.” The wedding planner called for Trouble and Judah.
“I’m proud of you,” Trouble said as he reached his hand out for me to take and brought me into a hug. He held it longer than normal before we parted ways.
Zo was last. He grabbed the AR from the table like he was picking up a jacket and headed toward the door. I chuckled to myself. The Mafia was the only place that shit like this was normal.
“Mr. Jennings, are you ready?” She peeked back in and asked.
“Yeah,” I exhaled and rolled my shoulders before walking out. Applause started, but I drowned out the noise. My only focus was making it to the altar and waiting on KD to come stand with me.
I took my place with Trouble on one side of me as my best man, and Judah next to him.
The wedding planner had done everything that she wanted. Six figures on white flowers, a six-foot ice sculpture with K&J, sat at the entrance of the reception area. The wedding cake was the size of a building and the down payment of a car. Not to mention the prices I had to pay to have all this done in two weeks. But I spared no expense on KD. When I told her that she could have the world and everything in it, I meant that shit.
The colors of the Mafia weddings never changed. Black and Gold. Kennedy wanted white, and the vision that she gave the planner made the venue look like it should have been on the front of a postcard. It was huge, big enough for every elite, boss, and underboss to have a seat. The elites from the summit sat in the third row, only behind our family. They sat with unreadable faces, like we owed them the air we breathed. Mateo also attended, which was rare for him to make two appearances. He nodded his head, and I returned the gesture. Putting my hand against my chest. Bronx Cross was here, too. I didn’t invite him, but I didn’t stop him either. Let him see it. Shit, let them all see it.
The music that I walked out to faded, and then it changed.
The doors of the church opened, and in KD stood there just as the first verse of Teeks’ First Time flowed over the speakers. The entire audience turned toward her in awe as she took the first step in a white dress that seemed to be painted on her body. Her face was covered by a veil, and her arms were locked in her father’s, who was escorting her down the aisle.
These last couple of weeks with KD had me falling for her all over again. We barely spent time apart. Like we were trying to get back the time we missed. I drowned out the world. Didn’t leave her side, and she didn’t leave mine. I had Judah handling all my business, and she took a vacation from the office.
Just two weeks ago, I was looking at myself in the mirror and prepared to go against the Don of the Mafia about her. And today, I was marrying her while she carried our second child. Shit was full circle.
Before I knew it, Judah was coming up to me and handing me a pocket square to dab my face. “Man up,” He whispered. I snatched it from him and chuckled as I dried my eye. Before realizing that nigga had dropped one of his own.
Then I looked over at moms and pops and they were having just as hard a time keeping a straight face as me.
