Later that night when they got back to Fatima's place, Andi, El Feugo, Jake, Preston, and Lori are there waiting to celebrate the engaged couple.
"What are you guys doing here?" Asked Fatima.
Lori answered while raising her glass of champagne. "Here to celebrate you two."
"Congratulations," said both Andi and Lori.
"Oh, so you guys had this all planned. "Fatima asked.
"Don't worry about that. We are celebrating black love. "Andi said as everyone raises their glasses, "Cheers."
They all enjoyed the night and then headed home.
***
Two days later, it is 9:00 pm and Fatima hears banging on the door.
"Who is that banging like the police?" she says to herself. She goes into the closet and grabs the pistol that Zac had bought her after taking her to the gun range to learn how to shoot. She then looks in the peephole and sees Paris.
"Paris what the hell are you doing here?" Fatima asked watching Paris stumble in the house drunk.
"Please don't get married, Fatima. I love you and I'm so sorry for everything."
"Paris, how did you know I was engaged?"
"Summer told me. Is it true? Are you going to marry him?" Asked Paris.
"Yes, but it's none of your business. You still haven't told me what you are doing here drunk?"
"I want you back. I made a mistake. Brittany left me and took the baby."
"What does that have to do with me? I am finally happy with a man that considers me, is faithful to me, and takes good care of my mind, body, and soul. I'm not the same Fatima." She tries to get Paris to understand.
Paris is slumped on the couch in a drunken state. Fatima sits down in the chair next to him.
"Also, why is Brittany taking your baby away from you?" asked Fatima.
"She never wanted to be with me. She just wanted my money and my melanin, because she's effectuated by black men." Paris starts crying again. "What if I never get to see my child again?" He scoots over to her and the next thing she knows he is laying on her lap crying and Zac walks in.
"What the hell Fatima?" he looks at her for a moment and walks off.
"Zac, Zac, it's not what you think." Fatima runs after him.
He gets back in the car and drives off.
Fatima goes back into the house and tries to call him. He doesn't answer. She forgot she texted him early saying someone was banging on the door.
"Paris, you got to go," she yelled.
"I can't I'm drunk and sad."
"I don't care. Call an Uber."
Fatima goes to get dressed and put on her shoes.
"Where are you going?" Paris asked.
"I'm going to talk to my Fiancé." She stops and turns around to look at Paris. "Here, drink some water." He throws up on the floor. "Andi's going to kill you."
She decided to call Summer.
"Hello," answered Summer.
"Hey, this is Fatima. You need to come and get your brother. He is at Andi's drunk."
"Fatima, he is a grown man and not my responsibility."
"And neither is he mine. Come get him before I call Mrs. Johnson or my man to beat his ass."
"Please don't call momma. I'm on my way."
Twenty minutes later, Summer and her husband, Stephen show up.
"Hey, girl. What's up with you? What's with the attitude?" asked Summer.
"What do you mean, what's with the attitude? Your damn brother is at my house, throwing up on my friend's floor. My Fiancé just came and ran off. I'm so fucking sick of ya'll. You, Paris' and my mom. I wish ya'll just let me be happy."
"See that dude done changed you. Got you cursing and what is this T, a gun?" asked Summer shocked looking at the gun on the coffee table.
"Just get your brother and get out, please."
Stephen grabs Paris. "Come on man we have to go."
They finally get him up and take him to the car. Fatima cleans up his mess and then tries to call Zac again. He doesn't answer, so she drives to his house. He's not there, so she uses her spare key and waits for him. After a few minutes, she calls Jake and Preston. All she remembers is waking up a few hours later cuddled next to Zac in his bed.
Zac's POV
"Fatima texted me that someone was banging at the door. All I could think about is going over there to make sure she was safe. As soon as I get there and see that ass hole, Paris with his head on her lap. I instantly got heated. I had to leave before I killed him. So, I head to the bar to get a drink and clear my head," Zac explained to Preston.
"You don't think anything was going on with them, do you?" Preston asked.
"No. I trust Fatima. Besides she wouldn't have texted me if she knew he was coming over."
"Then why are you here at the bar, if you know ain't nothing happened?"
"So, I wouldn't do anything I would regret." Zac gets ready to order another drink.
"Man, go home. You ladies at your house waiting for you," said Preston.
"For real?"
"Yes. She called me and asked me to find you and that she will be at your house waiting for you."
Zac rushes out of the bar and goes home.
He goes upstairs and sees Fatima laying there asleep. He goes to shower and cuddles next to her.
"I love you, T."
