That's Good, That's Bad ~ Chris Brown

Chapter 22 {END}

- Chris

I was pacing back and forth in front of the limo as I waited for the wedding planner to let me know the wedding was on. I was so nervous I could hardly breathe, what if she walked out on me? I mean we were running thirty minutes late with this thing, was it her that was holding us up? I loved her and I hoped she loved me... Even after how horrible of a relationship we had these few years.

Oh my God, she has cold feet.

No, no, no, Chris get your head out of your ass. She wouldn't leave you. But this wedding was small and intimate... She told me one day she would want something grand and open, not at Daytona Beach with a few of our friends and family and a dinner later.

I looked down at her wedding ring... Did she really want this? Was this a good idea? Did I pressure her by proposing in a public place? Shit, it was on TV at an award show, public isn't even the word. I gotta go see her, I gotta--

"Christopher, the wedding's starting right now," our wedding planner announced. I could feel myself turning a little red realizing that I was overthinking for nothing... And sounding like a female.

"Alright, I'm coming," I said watching her walk away. I looked at my reflection in the tinted windows of the limo.

All my tattoos were covered up, excluding my neck and behind my ear, by an all white suit and a black bow tie.

I jogged towards the daisy covered arch and slowed down once I heard the music playing in the background. I strolled down the isle with my hands crossed in front of me, taking in the tearful grin my mother gave me and the proud smiles my younger brothers (they managed to dress properly might I add) tossed my way.

On both sides of the isle was a mixture of our friends and families. My mom, three bros, her mom, her dad, her sister, Shayne, Shorty, JoJo, Twist, Drake (didn't really want him there), and a few niggas from my hood; Tyga, Brandon, Cory, and Justin.

This was exactly what I wanted. No paparazzi, no fans, no drama, no bull shit. Just me, the people who matter, and Abelle. Plus, I'm getting married after all this time being stuck on the same girl.

And here she comes.

She made her way along the all white carpet with her eyes locked on mine in her beautiful strapless dress. It was all white and stopped at her knee with white ballet flats. Her hair was it's natural color flying about naturally in the wind making her look like an angelic goddess. I almost felt unworthy of marrying her at that moment.

I swiped at the pesky tear that found its way onto my cheek and took my love's hand as she welcomed me beneath the arch. She mouthed that she loved me and I mouthed the exact thing back causing her to giggle like a school girl.

The pastor began to speak the cliche speech and I checked out. I just couldn't stop thinking about Abelle, I wouldn't stop thinking about her. When I looked into those brown eyes I could see flashes of our future in them. All our kids, our happy life, everything.

- Abelle

"The couple has written their own vows," the pastor said. I looked down and back at those brown eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful brown eyes.

I just couldn't stop thinking about Chris, I wouldn't stop thinking about him. When I looked into his eyes I could see flashes of our future in them. All our kids, our happy life, everything. I refused to look away while I spoke from the heart.

"Chris, when I went to college... I expected to just get my degree and go to graduate school. Falling in love never crossed my mind. Especially when I first met you," he and multiple people laughed, "this bad boy with tattoos and this hood dialect calling me 'shawty' every two seconds. God, you got on my nerves. But then there was the night where I said some things... Horrible things... And normally this would be the part where I say I wish I could take back, but I don't. You proved to me that there was a soft, ooey, gooey, teddy bear underneath all those tattoos. And I thought, 'what the hell? What's wrong with a bad boy phase? It probably won't last anyway'. Holy shit I was wrong. You stuck to me like glue and I never ever wanted to get the glue solvent. You and I both had a lot of growing to do, and we did together. Even if we were apart. And look where we are, Chris. You got your music, your yellow Lamborghini, I got my Marine Biology degree, and I'm about to marry you. Christopher Maurice Brown, I promise to you AND God that I will love you with all my heart and I will love you no matter the situation or what you do. I won't cheat, I won't lie, and I will never do you wrong... Just let me be the name forever tattooed on your tattooed heart."

He was crying like a big baby and was constantly wiping his cheeks with his arm. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky as he attempted to get himself together.

"Abelle... I'm never letting you get away with this. I swear fo' God I will get you back for making me cry so hard," I giggled and wiped his tears with my thumbs, "Baby girl, Abelle, best friend, sweetheart, my heart, my soul, my world, my smile, my spirit, my sun, and the song that I sing, I love the shit out of you. I need you and only you as my wife, the mother of my kids, my lover, everything essential to me living I need you to be. When I first met you, I ain't like you either," we all laughed at that one, "You were the most beautiful, yet biggest stick in the mud with your goddamn Chanel on... But you proved to me with upmost certainty that I could be more, I could do more, and that where I'm from, the way I look, and the way I talk doesn't matter. I could still be better than all that if I just listened to you. If anything that was the hardest thing I had to do: listen to a female. Abelle, I will never, ever, EVER, cheat on you, lie to you, or do you dirty in no type of way. God can kill me, if I break any of those vows, Abelle. You hang the mu'fuckin moon and the stars for me, you sit right next to God in my list of priorities and that will never change. I love you. Be mine forever."

We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours before the pastor announced our marriage. Without hesitation, Chris swept me up in his arms and kissed me with so much passion and effervescence I could no longer stand, I finally collapsed into his arms after all these years of knee quaking kisses.

He carried me down the isle bridal style {AN: hee hee I made a pun ;)} and towards the limo as everyone threw rice and snapped pictures. I felt like everything was moving in slow motion and honestly... I wouldn't have had it any other way.

We got into the limo kissing each other over and over and mumbling how much we loved each other.

"Chris, how quickly can you get me pregnant?" I asked climbing on top of him. His eyes were the size of golf balls.

"Damn, as quickly as I can get these pants off," he answered lifting me off of him. I had never seen someone move so fast in my life!! He climbed on top of me and tore my panties off and then buried his face into my kitty.

You already know where this went. And you already know what the outcome was. Nine months later, out popped our first child. A boy, and we named him after his father. Sadly, I couldn't have any more kids after him, so we became foster parents for kids from all over the world.

We moved closer to the marina so that I could become a part of a Marine Biology team and Chris' became more and more famous everyday. Life was good... Even after our first born son died from Cancer, we still made the best out of the life that we had together.

It's amazing how opposites attract huh?