"Do you, Jordan Ka'lonie Greene, take Brandon to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I do." I smiled up at Brandon.
"And do you, Brandon Malik Porter, take Jordan to be our lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"
"I ----- "
"Jordan get up, come on." Brandon shook me out of my sleep. I opened my eye to see him standing over me with a pink frosted cake. "Happy Birthday Baby." He kissed my cheek.
I turned on my phone. It just turned 12 o'clock. AM. In. The. Morning.
"You're seventeen now." He kissed my cheek again. He lit the big 17 candles and he began to sing me happy birthday, I covered my face as I tried to hide my laughter. His voice was still groggy, but it made him sound so cute singing to me. He pulled the blanket from my face and handed me the cake. "Make a wish baby, anything."
I closed my eyes. I wish for this, forever.
"Blow out the candles!" I blew out the candles, Brandon took some of the frosting from the cake and put it on my nose. "Do you want your gifts now or later?"
"Later, so I can show off at school." I giggled. "Thank you Brandon."
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"Happy Birthday Jordan." Raheem said as I walked down the stairs. My father cooked a big breakfast for my birthday, like he does every year. My daddy throws down in the kitchen.
"Thank you, Raheem." I smiled.
I quickly ate my breakfast and ruched upstairs to grab my purse for school. I slipped on my pink Uggs, with the bows on the back. Brandon put the tiara that my dad got me on my head, he kissed my forehead. I rushed down the stairs.
"Well I have to catch the bus, bye daddy, bye Victoria, and bye Raheem." Before I could run all the way out the door, my father called me back.
"Jordan, you don't need to take the bus," He threw me some keys. "Happy Birthday baby girl."
"Thank you daddy!" I hugged him tightly and ran out the door.
I was greeted by a white BMW, inside the car it was filled with pink balloons and gift bags. I hopped into the car and just felt around it, it was beautiful. It was the car I wanted and now I have it. Hanging from the rear-view mirror was a locket with a picture of my mom, dad, and I when I was little. On the back was an engraving that read 'Love Mommy'. I smiled.
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The drive to school was smooth. To my surprise, the gifts didn't stop with the car. All the gifts that filled the car were from Brandon. The only one I opened had a custom PINK iPhone 6.
I grabbed my balloons in one hand and Brandon's hand in the other. He walked me to my first class, I arrived late as always, but who cares? It the second-to-last week of high school. The senior teachers were just about done with us now, there was nothing else we could do so in all of my classes we just sat around, or some students tried to raise their grades at the last minute.
I was happy with my grade, a perfect 4.0.
At lunch, Brandon and I decided to leave early, he took me out to lunch at Panera Bread, and we headed home. He carried all of my stuff inside, I still hadn't opened all of my gifts. This was, hands down, the best birthday i've ever had.
I walked up to my room along with Brandon, no one except for Raheem was home, so we had some quiet time for ourselves for a little bit.
I jumped onto my bed, Brandon set my gifts on the bed, and turned on Nobody by Keith Sweat. I had about ten or twelve gifts from Brandon. I started with the smallest one, he smiled big as I grabbed that one.
I opened the box, a small, gold Rolex watch glimmered in the sunlight. I covered my mouth. "Oh my. How did you- "
"Just open the rest." He laughed.
I grabbed the next box, I shook it around before opening it. It was a framed picture from my Instagram of Brandon and I, I loved it. I set it my by bed, next to the picture of my mother. Gift number three now. I unrapped the wrapping paper, a Jordan box. I opened it to see the Colombia 11s.
Gift by gift, I was more and more happier with the things he bought for me. I wasn't happy that he spent so much money on me, it was that he cared enough to go out of his way to get these things for me, I could care less about the price.
"And here's the last gift. Last one, I promises." He handed me a black box.
I opened the box to see a long dress that reached the floor, it was pink (of course). It wasn't flashy eventhough it was pink, it looked very classy. At the bottom of the box was a ticket for our prom.
