Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 7: TBH

I sat behind the counter with a sample wedding invitation that Malik's mother mailed to me. It looked good and it matches the colors Malik and I picked out last week.

The date of the wedding was plastered in the middle; November 15. Just in two months, Malik and I will get married.

To be honest; I'm really scared and nervous. I never really see myself marrying a good guy like Malik. He's everything a girl would want; smart, always a gentleman, caring, sexy, has a excellent smile and he's not a cheater.

He's to good for me..

I put the sample beside my hot coffee and
turned on our apple computer in front of me. As I went to log in my password, Malik came out our room with just boxers on.

"Why aren't you dressed?" I asked before taking a sip of my coffee.

"I have a day off of work. Why aren't you dress?" He opens the fridge to probably make breakfast.

"It's Labor Day."

"You want some breakfast?" He lifted the cartoon of eggs.

I shook my head. "I'm not hungry. After I finish the wedding plans, I'm going to take a nap."

"Okay." He turned around to the stove. I watched as his back muscles flexed when he crack the eggs.

How can I get so lucky?

I shook my head so I can ignore my distraction, but it's really hard since he's right in front of me. Gosh I just wanna hold him all day or do even more than holding if you get my drift. I can admit, we haven't had sex in two weeks. Only because both of us is busy with work and trying to plan the wedding.

"You know, my mother wants the wedding to be huge." Malik said.

"Oh umm- I know. But I told her I want it to be small." I logged off of my computer; obviously not in the mood to go over the wedding. "She hired this wedding planner." I said.

"Wedding planner? That's going to be a lot of money coming out of my pockets."

"Our pockets." I corrected. "Besides we saved enough money to get the wedding planner."

Malik turns off the stove and turn to me. "How much do we have?"

"Well. I saved five hundred from my pay check. You saved six hundred. So that's one thousand and one hundred dollars. If we save the same amount in every paycheck, then we'll have enough for all the stuff we need for the wedding."

Malik sighed. "I may need to reduce my amount by two hundred."

I shrugged. "Okay. We may have to cut out some stuff."

Malik leaned over the counter to grab my hand. "Tasha, I'll work over time-"

"No Malik. You'll work yourself to the ground. It'll be okay if we cut stuff out." I shrugged, to show him I don't care.

Which I don't...

Malik sighed. "I just wish I can give you everything that you want. I wouldn't care if I work overtime, I want to make you happy."

"I am happy." I close the computer. "I'm going to take a nap, eat your eggs before it gets cold." I hop off the stool and walked into our room with my warm coffee.