My Past, My Present, My Future

Wedding Bells

3 MONTHS LATER

Today was the day I became Mrs. Michael B. Jordan. I managed to plan this wedding within 6 months with the help of my mom and Michael's mom. Michael flew my entire family out for my big day. He knew how much it meant to me that they were here. I hadn't seen Michael since the day before. I insisted on not seeing him until we met at the alter. Him and his boys had a bachelor party in Vegas while me and my girls went to Miami. We also hadn't had sex in like 2 weeks because I wanted him to be extra wiled up for our honeymoon.

Michael had a movie premiere in Paris and when we were out there I found the most beautiful dress I could have laid my eyes on. I had it tailored and shipped to that states so that Michael did not see it. Today was filled with nervousness and joyfulness. Our wedding would be held at a beautiful mansion in Beverly Hills. It was an outside wedding. The weather was perfect. I was hoping this day went well.

The bridal party and I got to the mansion to get our hair and makeup done. I had an entire team for this day. The mothers were also included in this. I wanted everyone to feel as beautiful as possible.

There were red roses everywhere. The flower of love, my favorite ever. My bridesmaids wore silk gold dresses with splits. The groomsmen would coordinate with them by wearing gold ties. It was gonna be gorgeous. I got Michael's ring. It was a gold Cartier with crystals. I couldn't wait to see the ring he got me.

All of the family were outside waiting while love melodies were playing throughout. I was in the house peeking through the window of what was going on. I was about dressed and ready to go. "Gosh I'm so nervous. I hope I don't mess my makeup up crying." My mama came over to me. "Baby today will be beautiful. I'm so happy for you. You deserve all this and more. Now come on. The bridal party is about to start marching in." I went to the mirror to take one last look at myself. My mom helped fix my veil to make sure it was perfect. I got a bouquet which was champagne colored roses.

Spend My Life With You by Eric Benet and Tamia began playing which was the song I picked for the bridal party to come in to. The four couples came in standing at the alter waiting for the lovely bride to come. The flower girls came down throwing lovely rose petals. They were Michael's beautiful nieces.

I heard my song began to play and I knew it was my time. It was You by Jesse Powell. I dreamed of walking down the aisle to this song for as long as I could remember. I began walking and it was a little bit before I got to all my loved ones. I had to walk carefully because I could barely see through my veil. I finally made it to my family.

Everyone stood up as I approached. I observed the beautiful decorations, the flowers, the scenery itself made me melt in the inside. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you say my name and smile, the way you move me, the way you sooth me, the way you speak softly through the night.

I started to walk and I heard everyone awing and gasping. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. This was so freaking beautiful and everything I ever dreamed of and more. I finally made it to the alter to Michael. He began to lift my veil off of me, revealing my face.

When I finally was able to get a good luck at him, he had tears in his eyes and he mouthed to me, "You look so beautiful." I wiped the tear from his face as I told him thank you. We held hands.

The pastor began to speak. "We are gathered here today in holy matrimony as Kourtney and Michael decide to come together as one. Is there anyone here today who objects?" I immediately eyed the crowd waiting for a certain someone to jump up and ruin my day. Thank God none of that happened. "I'll proceed. Kourtney and Michael have written their own vows, so I will let them speak. Michael go ahead son."

Michael cleared his throat before he began to speak. He pulled out a piece of paper out of his suit jacket. "I'm a little nervous so ya'll work with me." The audience laughed at his comment.

"I met this woman in Miami over 5 years ago by knocking her down accidentally in a hotel lobby. I thank God that that happened. I finally understand when they say if you know you know. I love and cherish this woman dearly. The joy she brings me is like no other. I get the chills when she nears me. Baby I knew from the night I met you, you would be my wife. I promise to love you, to protect you, to honor you, appreciate you, be there for you for whatever you need. You are my moon and my stars and my heaven here on Earth. For you make this thing called life a better way of living. I will cherish you for as long as I have breath throughout my body. I love you Kourtney Michelle." He took my hand and kissed it, caressing it with both of his hands. "Kourtney, go ahead sweetheart." The preacher nodded at me.

"I am trying my best not to cry and ruin my makeup ugh! But Michael. You know I love you very much. This man has done everything to show me that he is about me and only me. He was there for me at my highest and also when I was at my lowest. He is a provider, a protector, he's selfless, has a heart of gold. Meeting him in Miami was like fairytale. Although we were apart for 4 years, he somehow found his way back to me. Michael baby I promise to love you and support you with everything I have in me. You are my knight in shiny armor and everything a girl could dream of and more. You are my true love sent from heaven above. I thank God for you everyday. You are my first, my last, and my everything. I love you Michael Bakari Jordan." My eyes filled with water.

We put our rings on each others fingers, said our "I dos" and went in for a wet juicy kiss. "I now pronouce you Mr. and Mrs. Michael B. Jordan!" Everyone clapped with joy. We pranced down the aisle smiling and happy as can be as the DJ played Never Too Much by Luther Vandross.

We had a lovely reception with all our family and friends and partied the night away. We got champagne wasted before I blacked out.

We would be headed to our honeymoon for 2 lovely weeks in Turks and Caicos Islands.