Married To Music (A Wizkid Fanfic)

99 - Ayo

I'm lost without you

I don't know how long I stared at my fingers until I felt someone intertwine our fingers. I blink out of my thought to stare at the neatly manicured fingers, noticing the diamond ring on the left hand, I slowly look up from the hand to her face.

My wife looked very pretty in the blue tailored to perfection kaftan dress similar to my agabada, her head covered with gele, the only jewelry were the diamonds around her neck and earlobes, she was breathtaking!

I shift my eye to Amaya sleeping in her arms, my princess was dressed in blue lace, a blue bow on her hair, a pearl necklace on her neck.

"Are you okay?" Aaliyah ask, a small smile on her makeup face.

I shift my attention back to her face, I shrug, "Yeah, is she still burning up?" Last night after the candle light service, Amaya started running a temperature, Mama G said it was because of the change of environment. Aaliyah had to stay awake all night to tend to her, I was surprised she still had energy in her.

Aaliyah looks at Amaya, "Not anymore, I don't know why she's still sleeping" she stroke her cheeks lovingly. I know she was trying not to sound worried because of me, knowing Aaliyah, she would return back to London if Amaya case worsens.

"What about you?"

Aaliyah shrugs, "I'm good, just a bit tired but I'll survive, what time do we arrive?"

I glance at the patek on my wrist, "In thirty minutes. You sure you're good?" I tilt my head at her. Yes she looks beautiful but I know Aaliyah was stressed.  She was juggling taking care of Amaya, planning the events, plus me. Anytime anyone came to me for anything, I would direct them to her. I was so happy I could rely on her blindly.

Aaliyah raise her phone to her ear, she spoke for a minute before she looks at me. "We've arrived, Busayo said we're going in last."

I nod with a sigh.

Aaliyah grab my hands, "Look at me Ayo." I look at her. "I promise to hold your hands no matter what okay? Remember team Ayo?" She say with a smile.

I smile back, "Thank you wifey."

Aaliyah rub my cheeks lovingly. Someone taps on the car door, Aaliyah opens it, she gave Amaya to Mama G then got out, I could hear my sisters talking outside, plus the people gathered outside the hall. I watch Aaliyah adjust her dress, she hugs my sisters, spoke for a minute, Amaya starts to cry so Aaliyah carries her again.

"Come on baby" Aaliyah gestures for me to come down. I took a deep breathe before stepping out of the car.

I swore I told Baba Are I didn't want any paparazzi around but they were still here. I roll my eyes behind my glass, adjusting my cap and shades. I grab Aaliyah's hand tight and we walked in.

As we did, some people still screamed my name asking for pictures, I ignored. Some walked up to hug me or greet me, I waved not letting go of Aaliyah's hand.

We entered the main hall, on the wall were huge portraits of my mom. A video of her during her last birthday photoshoot played repeatedly on a projected screen, the song titled Mummy Mi played repeatedly from the speakers. The hall was decorated with blue and white.