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Oɱɳιʂƈιҽɳƚ NσʋҽɱႦҽɾ 21ʂƚ Qυҽҽɳʂ, NY
Ivory laid on her side, her ring finger adorned with the letter 'X' traced the tattoo of her own name at the side of herhusband's face as he lay asleep with her boob latched in between his lips. A habit he hadn't quite seemed to grow out of just yet.
Ivy smiled looking down at him, thinking back to their decision to get married that night. It had definitely been as wild as their love—impulsive, fiery, yet absolutely right. But when every chapel they tried to go to turned them away because of the late hour, Ivory and Xaier had to reluctantly let the moment pass and leave without getting married.
But still, the idea lingered like the buzz of their fresh tattoos symbolizing their wedding rings, and neither of them wanted to wait any longer to commit to the person they wanted to be with forever.
Ivory and X didn't return home that night, they waited around, ready for at least one chapel or courthouse to open so they could do this. And by sunrise, they were already standing hand in hand at a courthouse in Queens, both extremely sleep-deprived but too eager to care as they solidified themselves as husband and wife.
The process was quick—no grand vows, no audience, just the steady voice of a judge who woke up too early for work to even care what they were doing, the scratch of pens on paper, and the significance of their commitment sinking in.
Xaier was smiling the entire time, probably the most Ivory has ever saw him smile especially after his mom dying. His fingers tightly gripped Ivory's in excitement he couldn't contain. Even though it was a crazy impulse decision, it still meant a lot to him. The woman he loved and would continue loving no matter what was officially his now. Not in just a girlfriend way either, she was his wife.
He couldn't believe he got to say that. Ivory was his wife. And the mother of his first born.
Xaier never saw things like this happening for himself, nor did he realize he would be so happy while doing it. He had a wife, he was about to have a kid, a real family with the people he loved most in this world. According to him, if he wasn't a thug he would've probably cried. But he didn't.
And when it was done, Xaier kissed her on the cheek, muttering, "I love you Mrs. Cadieux." in a way that made her blush and kick her feet.
They didn't plan to celebrate right away, but as they walked out of the courthouse, Xaier couldn't even help it. He pulled out his phone, booked a suite at the Four Seasons in New York in an instant. Ready to get away and have a somewhat bootleg honeymoon with his new wife.
The suite was stunning—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, plush bedding, and champagne already waiting on ice. They spent over a week there together happily with no phones or access to the outside world, going to the spa, enjoying the indoor heated pools, they went on helicopter rides over the city, and of course went and admired all the street art and artists nearby the hotel.
