Chapter 43|Yebba's Heartbreak

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9 months later

Azriel Thompson POV
Sunday, August 18th
10:05 am

Blinking back the tears, I pull my robe closer to my body as my makeup artist finishes up on my lashes.

Yebba's Heartbreak plays in the background and tears flood my eyes again.

"Bwoii Azzy, mi caah manage yuh and the tears" Tatty—the make-up artist remarks and the room erupts in laughter.

Ana steps in front of me and daps my face with the napkin. Taking a deep breath, I shake my head slightly to remove the tears.

"Mi caah control it" I smile as another tear slips down my cheek.

Today just feels unreal.

I never thought I would be getting married one day—especially to the man I am marrying today.

"Yuh aguh mek the makeup mess up before yuh walk down the aisle" Keira complains joining Ana in front me staring at the art on my face.

Babbers comes from Jari and I turn my head slightly to see her in her grandmother's arms dressed in her little flowers girl gown and the tears start again.

"You waah guh bare face?" Kayla joins into the conversation and I roll my eyes with a smile.

"Y'all should understand why I am crying." I sniff tapping my finger under my eyes.

I just can't...

I am just so happy and these tears represent so much.

Both happiness and anxiety.

There were days when I held Maleek so close to me that I am sure he was struggling to breathe—wishing about days like this.

Days that I thought would forever be just a fragment of my imagination.

But today, I am preparing to marry one of the best. If not the best man in the world.

My protector
My provider
My love

The only man I have ever loved as much as Maleek.

A man that has never failed to be there for me so yes.

I can't stop crying— but these are all tears of joy.

Tears that I prayed to be crying one day.

"Alright, mi ready now" I breathe out and they laugh as another tear slides down my cheek.

Sliding my robe off my shoulder, I take Jari away from Mommy and position her properly for feeding.

She latches on and I stare down at her a splitting image of Jamarion, no wonder why I despised him so much during my pregnancy.

"Cry as much as you want darling you deserve this and so much more. I am extremely proud and happy to have an additional Mrs Montique" Jamarion's mother voices as she places kisses on either side of my face her eyes filled with tears.

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