Page 84 of Nothing Without You
Cupping her face, I used my thumb as a barrier between us and kissed her.
Or whatever the fuck this could be called.
There was a small hitch in her breath that settled on my lips.
No one could tell we weren’t kissing but us.
By the way she fisted the sleeve of my suit, it seemed like she fought herself from wanting me to remove the obstacle.
But I didn’t.
Because I was a gentleman.
And she was now mywife.
“It’stime for thewedding games!”
Umaima spoke into the mic.
Hasan and Osama stood near her, both looked fucking done.
Yunus latched himself onto Hasan the whole time, even when I went to give him a kiss, he cried away.
Must have been the people cause that boy loves me.
After the ceremony, we headed out to the back of the church. The wedding planner I hired, Lola or Lindsey or whatever Ms. Bubbles name was decorated it with fucking shiny lights and shit.
I liked it because I knew Adelaide would have liked it.
Speaking of her, where was she?
“The first game,” Umaima walked across the lawn and dragged me to the middle. “Find the bride.”
“Find the what?” The fuck? Didn’t I already get the bride?
“You’ll see,” she whispered away from the mic. “You better find her right away or else I’m chopping your dick off.”
“Speaking of my bride, is she okay?”
Umaima turned to look up. The microphone in her hand fell to her side. “You saw.” There was a hint of surprise in her tone like I wouldn’t notice that my wife looked like she didn’t fucking feel well.
With raised brows, I waited for an answer.
“She’s, uh…”
“She’s what, Umaima?”
Umaima cleared her throat. “She’s on her lady days.”
Oh.
That made sense.
You were ready to call off the whole fucking wedding because she’s on her period.
I still would.
Then like the crazy woman Umaima was, she screamed loud enough to make me go deaf. “Girls, you can come out!”
