The Marrying of ZIM

17. Gee Whiz, its Christmas.

The whole family was here and also my future in laws, they decided to join us since we had to accommodate Richard's family too. I went gift shopping earlier this week and I sat and individually wrapped all of them myself, Richard's brother was rich and boujee as hell but he was my favorite uncle and his spoilt ass kids were my favorite nieces and nephews.

I pushed my final presents under the huge nicely decorated Christmas tree. Sharon's family should be here as well and I would finally get to sit at the adult table since I was now 18. It was always weird drinking wine from a normal tall glass and calling it juice.

"WHERE'S THE SORREL?" Mr Ekuban shouted while walking through the foyer.

"WHERE'S THE EGGNOG?" That was my Uncle Timothy, Richard's brother.

"Talk about culture difference," I laughed and ran up to Kwashie giving him a hug. My uncle gave me a weird look as I walked over to him to introduce them.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He pulled me away.

"First of all, why is your hair neon green? And weren't you gay? Like just yesterday?" He asked me.

"Uncle, uncle. Focus on the bigger picture here and I'm channeling my inner Sza," I patted his shoulder.

"Which is and who is Sza?" He tilted his head to the side.

"The weekend girl and I get to dress how I want and I'm happy," I smiled.

"The guy who has a girlfriend and has her too but only sees her on the weekend girl?" I nodded with a laugh.

"Did you really dye your hair?" He asked running his hand through the front.

"Issa wig Uncle T."

"No fucking way.. where's the hairline or whatever?" He literally dragged the hair and I had to slap his hand away.

"You're gonna ruin my perfect lace front" I pushed him away.

"That's what it's called?? I think I've heard Brielle say that and something about being laid." He tried to remember.

"Bruh, this shit laid and slayed for the Gods Uncle!" I flip my hair and stuck my tongue out.

"You surprise me all the time but anyways as long as you're happy, tiger." He pulled me in for a hug and then disappeared around the corner calling for Richard.

His wife died five years ago and he hasn't found a woman to fill her shoes but he hires a nanny to help him with the little monsters. I heard screaming throughout the hallways and it felt like I spoke too soon.

"Cecila, Brielle, Daniel and Dewi," I shouted at them.

"Yes cousin Zim?" Brielle stood in front of me with an attitude.

"Little girl, what I tell you about that stinky attitude you got?" I asked.

"Drop it," she mocked.

"Well drop it before I drop you," I pushed off her head before walking away to pick up Cecila.

I threw her up in the air and made funny noises with her while she screamed and laughed grabbing at my hair. She was 5 and I hoped Brielle didn't rub off on her once she got older. Daniel and Dewi were 15 years old twins that embodied thing 1 and thing 2, they annoy me but they put up a good nerf war so I loved them regardless. I introduced them all to Kwashie as she took Cecila from me talking to her about toys.

"So that's your fiancé?" Dewi, my favorite twin, asked me and I nodded.

"So what about CJ?"

"Carter straight up horse poop, man." I shook my head.