ALONGSIDE YOU

52|Alongside you

Jaxton Kincaids Pov: 

Sliding into the convo with a bit of hesitation, I threw out, "So, what vibes are we thinking for the wedding theme?" My question barely hit the air before everyone started dropping ideas like it was hot.

Grandma, dropping wisdom like always, was quick to jump in. "How about a spring wedding" she tossed out, making us all picture blooming flowers and fresh starts.

Dad, ever the practical one, pondered aloud, "Yeah, I guess, but where?" It was a question that hung in the air, ripe for dreaming. 

 Ma, with a gaze lost in a beautiful daydream, offered a vision that was nothing short of cinematic. "What about the private island? We could arrange it to be an outside wedding. And maybe have multiple servers in the court, oh, and the menu just has to be perfect," she mused, her enthusiasm infectious.

I glanced at Uggy, whose reaction was a mix of surprise and an earnest attempt to stay grounded amid the cascade of grand ideas. 

Seeking her input, I asked, "What do you think?" 

 Uggy, ever the voice of gentle reason, replied, "Well for starters, I appreciate the ideas, but let's not do something very big." Her words were a soft but firm reminder of the values we shared.

Aunt Sahra, caught up in the excitement, couldn't help but interject, "Big? Of course, it's gonna be something big, my daughter, you're getting married!"

 And Grandma, pointing at me, added, "Don't think about the money or how big it's going to be; this one is loaded."

I couldn't hide my admiration. "I am so in. Let's do our wedding like our prophet laid it down for us. He said the best marriage is one that is easiest," I echoed, our shared values lighting the way forward.

"That's the plan?" Grandma checked, her voice a mix of shock and mad respect.

We both nodded. "You two are something else. Having it all but choosing to share with those who don't," Uggy's mom said, her words warming the room.

"You know it!" my dad chimed in, his pride echoing through the room.

"Man, this is gonna be the most boring wedding ever," Mary grumbled, her tone dripping with skepticism. Sammy chimed in with a nonchalant "Yeah."

Uggy's mom, ever the voice of reason, gently scolded Mary. "Hey, your sister is getting married, be nice," she reminded her, a touch of admonishment in her tone.

"Aunty Mary's got a point, though. But seriously, when's this wedding happening?" Sammy piped up, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

I fielded the question with a shrug and a grin. "I'm all for getting our nikah done ASAP, but as for the big shindig, we can hold off," I answered, my excitement tempered by practicality.

"What's a shindig?" Uggy asked, her brow furrowing with curiosity.

I met her gaze and clarified, "It's another word for a big celebration, like a wedding."

Uggy nodded thoughtfully. "I suggest we just do a nikah. I don't want some glamorous big wedding," she proposed, her voice carrying a hint of conviction.

Surprised by her suggestion, I searched her eyes for confirmation. "You don't want it? Are you sure?" I pressed, wanting to make sure she was certain.

"Yeah, wallah!" she affirmed, her conviction unwavering.

I nodded slowly, processing her words. "But it's supposed to be your big day," I pointed out, feeling a pang of concern that she might be giving up something important to her.