Today's the day. I'm finally marrying the love of my life. I glanced out over the beach. The wedding arch, which was covered with white flowers was facing the beautiful sunset. The sky was ablazed with color... fiery orange, searing reds, hot as the sun yellow and yet the outer edges of the blazing sky have begun to cool with the indigo of the night. The caress of the breeze felt warm against my skin.
"Are you ready?" Jasmine asked.
"No. I'm nervous. I feel like I might pee myself." I said.
"Damn chill. You're making me nervous." Destiny said.
"I'm getting married. I'm pregnant. What more is there." I said. My hands got sweaty from the thought.
"You're PREGNANT?!" they shouted.
"Yes." I said.
"When were you going to tell us?" Jasmine asked.
"I was. Soon." I said.
I laughed. "What am I doing?" I asked.
"Getting married." Destiny responded.
"Haha, funny. I could've went without your sarcasm." I said to Destiny.
Knock knock
"It's time!" They yelled.
Deshawn's P.O. V
Today's the final day. The countdown is over. I'm so ready to get married.
"Stop all this damn pacing. You're making me nervous." Chris said.
"Yeah. Damn nigga." Brandon said.
"Aye, let me holla at you." Brandon added.
We stepped out into the hallways. Everybody was rushing back and forth.
"Deshawn. Nigga, you know you've been my nigga for a while. But be careful with my sister. I know she loves you a lot. Don't take her for granted. She's a good girl. She's having your kid for crying out loud. Stay with her. She's going to need you." Brandon preached.
"I hear you. I won't never hurt your sister. I love her as much she love me. She's the one. I'm telling you." I said.
