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Chapter THIRTY FOUR - 24 Hour Separation

Chapter THIRTY FOUR

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August 7th

Andre

"You about to be locked down for the rest of yo' life man, how that shit feel? You only gone have one pussy for the rest of yo' life, back then I would have never thought you would be gettin' married at 24, but damn. Here you are giving up the single life for good." Trent preached as he sat in the chair next to me as we both got our hair freshly cut. I was here with Liyah's pops, Mari, Trent, Aaron, and Malik, they had walked to the store while we were the last two. All of us had come to get shaped up and trimmed for the wedding tomorrow. August 8th, one of the biggest days of my life and I was excited, yet scared too.

Getting married to Aliyah is not what scared me, that was actually the easiest thing for me to do because I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life with any other girl. It's been 6 years and I love that girl with everything in me, along with my daughter Amani. My family means everything to me, so putting a ring on her finger wasn't the problem, that's the exciting part. The scary part about tomorrow is hoping that everything goes as planned. My father was the one to ruin her mom's big day and that cut her deep. I at least want to be able to give her the perfect wedding that her mom didn't get. I pray everything goes the way we paid for it to go, perfect.

"Man, that's nothin'. I love Aliyah from the moon and back and I ain't afraid to say that in front of you niggas. That girl is my world, literally, y'all just don't understand. Exchanging vows and wedding bands in front of a bunch of people won't make our relationship anymore stronger that it is, it's just a title honestly. It's been 6 years with only one pussy, so I can make it 60 more with the same one that I know that's down for me and only me. That's my baby man," I said to the group of dudes that sat around in the barbershop as we talked about different shit. As the dude Phil shaped me up, I couldn't help but to grin as I thought about my soon to be wife.

"Ah, you pussy whipped at an early age man," Terrell said as he laughed and gave dap to another youngin' that sat next to him as the looked along. I shrugged my shoulders with that same grin on my face. I didn't give a fuck about what they had to say about me. They don't sleep next to me every night, cook for me, make sure I'm good, let me fuck, or love me, so they can kick rocks on that.

"So what, that's y'all problem now. Y'all too afraid of what everybody else gone say about you. If you love a female, don't hide that cause you scared yo niggas gone call you pussy whipped. I rather be called that than to act hard and front on my girl for some dudes that ain't doing shit for me. That's just how I see it," Phil finished up my hair and took the cape from around my neck. I stood up in the mirror and made sure my shit was fresh for tomorrow. I got that 100 dollar line-up and a fresh ass cut, that's why I fuck wit' Phil and Phil only when it comes to my hair.

I pulled a wad of money out of my pocket and peeled off 5 one hundred dollar bills and gave it to my man. He ain't do that much work, but a barber didn't get paid worth shit and he deserved a lil extra cash for getting me right for wifey. Five hundred dollars ain't shit that's gone hurt my pockets, and he deserved it. "Preciate that man," I said and he pulled me in for a quick hug.

"Good lookin' out, and congratulations on that wedding bruh. Don't let these niggas make you feel some type of way about getting married, I salute you on that B." he spoke as stuffed the money in his pocket and began to clean up his station for the next person to get into his chair.

"You already know Ion' give a fuck 'bout what these niggas saying Phil. Ion' like niggas, so Ian' got no reason to front on my girl and act hard for a nigga that ain' got nothing that I want. I love pussy and if I got to be pussy whipped, then so be it. I got a down one that I'm finna wife in the next 24. I understand tho' its levels to this shit. While y'all still hanging wit' niggas all day everyday being broke and fucking with these hoes, Imma' be layin' up in the crib with my wife and kids gettin' money. Call it what you want to call it, but know me and mine forever straight," I said with that I headed out of the barbershop with Trent right on my tail.