-Devale-
It's been about 3 days since Crystal's been back, and ever since she's been back, she's been a lil off. So I've been kinda distant. I gotta admit, since she been back, she been giving me the creeps low key. Literally every other day, I'm peeping something that's off about her, like when she had just got back and I wanted to take her out and ask her about doing this whole wedding thing over. But when I talked to her, I was weirded out yet again.
(Flashback to the day after Crystal came home)
I sat across from Crystal at this fancy restaurant, the kind with chandeliers and white tablecloths. We were on a lunch date, tryin' to forget the mess that was our first wedding.
Devale: So, Crystal, I was thinkin', maybe we should do a wedding do-over. You know, after what happened.
Crystal looked up from her salad, her eyes softening.
Crystal: Yeah, you mean, after I was abducted? she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Devale: Yeah, exactly, I said, leaning in. I still wanna marry you and I'm assuming you still wanna marry me. We deserve a proper celebration, don't ya think?
She nodded, a small smile playin' on her lips.
Crystal: I think that's a great idea, Devale.
After lunch, we wandered over to this area of the restaurant designed for takin' pictures. There was this huge mirror, perfect for some Instagram shots. Crystal suggested that we take some pictures together for IG.
"Alright," I said, pullin' her close. We snapped a couple of pics, and without thinkin', I must've rubbed her stomach in one of 'em.
Crystal's reaction to that was a mix of bewilderment and discomfort. "Devale, what are you doing?" she asked, her tone a mix of confusion and unease.
I paused, not really realizin' what I did. I can't rub your belly? Ask a bit thrown off.
She looked at me a few seconds more, still puzzled, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really goin' on in her head.
Crystal: Don't worry about it, it's fine. You ready to go?
Devale: Sure
-FLASHBACK OVER -
And not to mention the other day
Then the day after the other day.....😂
I'm sitting in the music room, playing the saxophone. The notes of "My First Love" by Keke Wyatt and Avant are filling the air. If you remember correctly, Crystal taught me this song and how to play the sax. We planned to perform it at our reception, so every time I'm granted the opportunity to sing it, I pour my heart into every sound. Each note I consider a memory of our time together.
As I play, I notice Crystal standing in the doorway, watching me with wide eyes.
"Yo, Crys, come in here. Let's practice the song together," I called out with some excitement.
She hesitated, looking at me a bit flustered. "I, uh, I can't right now. I've got a lot on my mind," she stammered. Something felt off, but I pushed it aside.
"C'mon, you know this song means a lot to us. We gotta get it right for the reception," I insisted, trying to get her into the room.
She shook her head, still standing in the doorway. Then she said, "I really can't, Devale. I've been feeling under the weather. I don't wanna strain my voice."
Now, when she mentioned feeling under the weather, my mind went straight to morning sickness. But then I remembered how strange she acted yesterday when I rubbed her belly. If anything, I was expecting it to be an intimate moment where I was acknowledging the fact that I'm aware, grateful, and excited that she's carrying my baby. Instead, it was a rather awkward moment.
