Ride or Die.

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Shawn Carter
9:07 AM
Tucson, Arizona

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"Dang! Bey, hurry up," I yelled into the bathroom door "I ain't got all day."

"Beauty takes time," she responded.

I frowned at that then walked out of the room for a smoke. I was finally doing it—popping the question, which was unheard of in my family.

The niggas I knew didn't do this marriage shit. And actually I remember being precisely told not to do it by some older cats I use to slang with.

'Marriage is a trap.' Is what they would tell me 'only pussies get tied down.'

I blew smoke from the corner of my mouth—I was always kinda hardheaded tho.

"I'm ready!"

I looked up at Bey posing up in the door frame in this small white dress and matching veil.

"Shit! We really finna do this." I said then tossed the rest of what I was smoking as she followed me over to the Harley-Davidson that was waiting out front.

"What is this?" She hissed, "and would it have killed you to follow the dress code by wearing a suit?"

I got on the bike starting it up. "It's our new ride."

"You brought thi–" she gulped. "What a waste of money..."

"Yeah, yeah now get your pretty ass on the bike before we be late."

She wrapped her arms around me even rested her head on my shoulder as we drove through sandy Arizona to this small church.

"I, Beyoncé Knowles, take you Shawn Carter to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward." She read from a napkin. "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health until death does us part."

Fuck! I forgot writing something down.

"I, Shawn Carter..." I licked my lips while trying to remember what she said, so I could repeat it in my own words "uh... I promise to love you throu– look! I'ma keep it hunnid with you from this day forth we a team, it's me and you against the world and that's just how its gon be. You a rider, I sensed that from the jump now look at where we are today let's keep it how it is till the fucking death of us."

"Um..." the preacher lady standing there mumbled, "you may now kiss the bride... I guess."

Bey's mouth felt good as fuck against mine—I fo'real didn't want to stop kissing her also I loved hearing that Mr. and Mrs. Carter.

Trust and believe that one day I was going to make her proud wearing that title.

She grinned up at me with the hugest kool-aid smile on her face. Which got me thinking that maybe she was already proud to be Mrs. Carter. Even if a nigga didn't have all the richest, therefore, couldn't give her that lavish wedding she personally deserved.

"You first Mrs. Carter." I motioned towards the bike when we got back outside she hopped onto it, then I joined, and we rode away down the long road. We stopped a few times cuz she said she wanted to 'savor' the moment, whatever that meant.

"You hear that?" she asked me out of the blue. "It sounds like music."

"I don't hear anything."

She started snapping her fingers and singing. "There'll never be a better love, be a better love, woo ooh lalala." She grinned. "Come on sing along."