Please excuse ANY errors.

February 16, 1999

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"Aye, slide that 112 joint in," I told Redd as Tia slid into the backseat.

"A'ight," Redd nodded.

I slid into the backseat, next to my lady who was sitting in the middle and the door closed. I looked over at Tia who's legs are crossed in a poised manner, then began chuckling under my breath. The trunk closes with all of her gifts inside that our security loaded. The music and the speakers began to blare through the speakers and I turned off the speakers in the back portion of the car and let it blare through the speakers in the front with Redd, so we could speak and hear one another. The partition is up, but the music is still loud. I placed my arm behind Tia and my other hand on her thigh, listening to Cupid by 112.

"So what was the best portion of your birthday?"

Tia twisted her lips to the side in deep thought. "It's almost in the order of the events. Breakfast, Luther, the message, and then this gathering/celebration," she turned her head to me. "It was honestly all absolutely beautiful," she gleamed.

I picked her up and placed her on my lap with her back against the door. "That's good, but I thought It'd be Luther who's top tier on that list?" I inquired.

"I had a time while I was there, but I really enjoyed our time alone. Nobody was there to interrupt us. The view was beautiful and the way the food was assorted was absolutely beautiful," she said as she crossed her legs again. "You had most of my favorite breakfast food."

Yeah, and she only ate the fruit, but I should've known. Around a big event, she cuts down more than usual to lose weight. That and going to the gym more. Is that all she enjoyed? The food?

"The view and the food is all?" I raised my eyebrows, licking my already moisturized lips.

"Yeah," she gave me a small nod.

"Are you sure?" I whispered, lifting her thigh, bringing it my way. After meeting it halfway, I inhaled, smelling her perfume on her inner thigh. Then I began trailing a few kisses on the inner portion. "Oh, a'ight," I nodded in response, placing her leg back down over her other. "Breakfast tasted nice."

All while keeping her composure, her eyes met mine, but her skin is beginning to turn red. Now that's one of two reasons, she either knows what the hell I'm referring to, or the peppered kisses I left on her inner thigh. Those legs are shining and glistening.

"What was your favorite part of today?" Tia finally asked me.

"Breakfast," I slowly repeated, pronouncing every syllable. "My second meal. Pussy tasted good."

"Oh, okay," she nodded, moving her legs between mine, then slid down onto the seat between my cocked-open legs, which pushed them further apart. "I enjoyed seeing my family. I've been missing them. Thank you for inviting them."

"I know, which is why I invited the ones that you keep in touch with and the ones that keep in touch with you on a genuine level," I replied, feeling confused as to why she moved. Although, I could definitely use this position to my advantage.

"Yeah, everyone isn't bad, but there are enough to label the family in its entirety as horrible," she chuckled.

Breathing down the back of her neck, I moved her hair to the right side of her neck. "I see," I replied to let her know that in listening, then proceeded to plant kisses at the nape of her neck.

I slowly trailed my kisses to the opposite side of her neck where her hair was pushed. Grabbing the side of her neck made her lift her head up. I slid my hands under her breasts, grazing them in the process, and began massaging my thumbs into her back, relieving some pressure that I'm sure has built up, especially with her missing out in her stretches since we've been here.

Tia's head fell back, and against my shoulder, as she gripped my thighs. The small whimper that escaped her slightly parted lips allowed me to know that she was enjoying what I was doing and continuing. My lips trailed up her jawline again, then made it back to her lips. With her eyes shut, her head cocked to the side again, but this time the back of her head remained on my shoulder.

"You're being all quiet, shy, and shit now, but earlier you were singing a different tune. What happened?" I whispered while still massaging her back. "You can't make me feel this feelin' in my chest, look the way you do, and touch me like that without the effects you give me," I chuckled lowly into her ear. "You and your subliminals are crazy." I kissed the nape of her neck again. "Even the direct hints here and there."

My teeth grabbed one side of the back of her dress and I pulled down her zipper with my left hand, then pulled her dress off her shoulder. "Like you grabbing me underneath the table as we ate our dinner." My lips trailed down her left shoulder with lips suctioned. "To you slobbing me down in the center of the room. Now, should I slob down your center on this back seat?"

Pulling away, I lifted her into my right thigh which is near the door then placed my arm behind her. I then noticed her eyes were staring at my throbbing dick under my trousers of the left leg. I'm about to burst out of these slacks. Seeing that she was staring, I decided to use my pelvic muscles to make it throb harder. With her bottom lip now lodged into her mouth, Tia crossed her leg over the other.

Leaning my forehead against her, then had to ask, "you just gon' remain quiet when I just asked you a question?"

Tia's head turned to the side and her eyes finally met mine. "Excuse me, sir? That under-the-table thing is what YOU started. Initially, you were rejected, then I decided to join in," Tia breathlessly whispered against my lips.

"Damn," my head jerked back in realization. "I did, didn't I?" I rhetorically spoke as I moved my head towards hers. "So she speaks?" My eyebrows rose at my question with my lips brushing against hers.

I began moving her hair to the other side of her neck, a small smile appeared on her face. I raised my eyebrows waiting for her to say something else, but it never came. The smile on her lips grew, as she grabbed my jaw with her thumb directly in the middle of my chin. My future wife then pressed her lips against mine. Our lips slowly moved in sync. She placed her other hand against my dick, feeling me up. Amid our kissing, I trailed away from her lips, while I lifted her leg again.

Leaning down, I lifted her thigh by the bend of her leg. Starting from the inner portion of her knee, I suctioned my lips as I kissed her inner thigh, getting closer to her treasure. Her scent made my mother water in desperate need to taste her center again. The only problem is that I can't make it to her treasure in this position because she's so close that I can only bend my back so far. Tia moved her leg from my grasp, straddling my left leg. She pulled me into a heated kiss.

Finally, I'm able to kiss her lips in a more comfortable position. Then she began to slowly grind against my left leg which just so happens to be where my third leg was tucked into. The third time her hips slid back, I grabbed her other leg and Tia's hands held onto my shoulders for support. I placed her in a straddling position and she immediately adjusted on my lap by rolling her hips and arching her body into mine. I slapped her ass before grabbing two handfuls of her booty.

"Shh, Redd is in the front seat," she whispered, hushing me.

"The music is too loud up there so that nigga can't hear shit. Don't even worry about it," I whispered.

"Not when the music fades," she replied, and then I smashed my lips against hers, continuing our heated kiss.

My hands traveled all over her body in our heated make-out session. She lowly moaned into my mouth as I guided her hips back and forth against me. I pulled at the strapped of her dress and she dropped her arms allowing me to get them all the way down. She pulled her arms out, then wrapped them around my neck, still hungrily kissing me and rolling her hips against mine. With her chest heaving against mine, Tia struggled to pull away from our heated kiss, but she did.

"Donald, babe... I think- I think I'm ready," she whispered against my lips.

My head jerked back, reading her expression to find any fabrication, joking expression... Anything? No. This woman is dead serious.

"Ready for what?" My eyes fluttered in disbelief, but I needed confirmation because I refused to believe she meant what I thought she meant...

"Donald, I'm READY," she emphasized, then her bottom lips lodged into her mouth again as she grabbed my dick through my slacks.

I closed my eyes, exhaling through my nostrils as my dick throbbed harder at the thought and at her grip. I grabbed her booty, lifting her to her knees, making her let go of my member, then lifted myself up. My dick feels like it was being smothered by my boxer briefs, slacks, and her, so I pulled it out. In the process, it just happens to rub against her thigh. I can't help that I'm blessed. I let out a hiss of relief because it can breathe.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

Tia nodded, "yes."

I pushed her down onto my lap and her eyes traveled to my dick again. "No," I told her straight up. "No," I repeated. "IT may be ready for YOU, but YOU'RE NOT ready for IT." I put emphasis on my words, then began shaking my head from side to side at her words.

"How can you be so sure?" She asked me, squinting her eyes. "Why'd you pull it out?"

"Do you see this?" I slid my hand down, jokingly, slapping it against her belly. "You can't handle all of this. Not this soon," I spoke in a joking manner. "I pulled it out because he's being smothered in these slacks. Shit was hella uncomfortable." Letting go of her waist, my fist softly hit my head, then I slid my hand down my face. "Fuck, Tia..." I sighed aloud, laying my head back and against the headrest.

"There's too much to consider and it's too much of a risk," I lifted my head up to look her in the eyes while I spoke. "You made a pact with yourself- a decision that you shared with me and I respect that. I made a promise that we'd wait until AFTER we made it down that aisle. Not to mention, you could potentially end up pregnant because you're NOT on ANY form of birth control, I don't have any type of contraception on me, and we BOTH KNOW that I'm not gon' be able to pull out. You can't swallow pills. so Plan B is definitely not an option. Do you want to walk down the aisle at two or three months pregnant? Are you REALLY trying to lose your virginity in the back of a car?" I asked her, still being able to think rationally in my current state. "Even if you don't mean now when we get back to the rental, the same things still apply."

She broke our eye contact, shifting off to the side, and then her eyes met mine again. Tia let out a deep sigh. This time both of her lips folded into her mouth, she looked away but nodded in understanding.

"Hey," I grabbed her chin, softly turning her head to face me. "Look at me, babe," her eyes met mine. "We ain't gotta take it that far tonight, beautiful," I whispered. "After we wed, we got the rest of our lives to do that. One time to lose it, but the rest of our lives to take it that far, love. I'm not gon' front and pretend because I want it just as much a you do, but I'm in no rush. I'm standin' on that. You hear me?" I inquired in a low tone and comforting tone.

"I'm listening," she spoke in a whisper tone.

"Good, but I sure as hell hope that your mood isn't ruined, because mine sure ain't. I'm tryin' to get another taste because I'm in a pussy eatin' mood. More than I was this mornin'..." My forehead leaned against hers. "So what's up?" I whispered, staring deep into her eyes.

Her hand slid down against my dick and her lips melted against mine, letting me know that the conversation hasn't ruined her mood. My hands roamed her body as her hand started stroking me. My left hand eventually made a pitstop at her bra hooks, unhooking them. Because it's strapless, I was about to get it right off, then threw it, hearing it hit the window. Anywhere by 112 began to blare through the speakers in the front. I moved her body closer, and steadied my hand on her waist, before hoisting her up. I stood on my knees and placed her flat with her back against the seat.

The air is on, but my body is heated up like an oven. It's heating up more by the minute. While staring at her breasts, I pulled my coat off and threw my coat to the seat across from us. My dick wagged up and down. Tia lifted her hips, wiggling her dress down her body. Once she completed that task, she did the same with her panties. Her juices connected to her panties and her pussy, creating a bridge, that eventually broke, falling onto the seat. The seat of her panties hit my dick before she tossed them and they fell onto my coat.

"I wanted to do that," I told her, placing my hand flat against the seat, beside her head. "And you went too fast. We ain't got shit but time and time is all I'll take. Nice, slow- at first," I leaned down, hovering over my lady, "and efficient," I whispered against her lips, moving my hips against her center.

Her eyes traveled down my face and to my lips before they met my eyes again. She grabbed the side of my face with one hand. "How efficient?" She grabbed my dick with her other hand, stroking it while sliding my tip against her slit.

The sloshing sound of her pussy and her quiet moans filled the air. I looked down for a split second, then my eyes met her lustful gaze. I placed my forehead against hers, huffing in frustration. That pussy is wet as fuck and I just know that shit is good. My dick throbbed harder in her small hand. As much as I want to get up inside of it, I can't. The car went over a large hump, but I held myself up and she remained trapped between my arms.

I began to whisper, "efficient enough to not make you want to playfully forget." I began to kiss my way down her face and neck. "You gon' remember this shit and take your ass to sleep right afterward," I whispered against her neck. "More efficient than this mornin'." She let out another LOUD moan as I nibbled her neck. "Efficient enough to fuck up these seats and my clothes. Does that answer your question?" I looked up at her, then stood on my knees again, waiting for her to answer my question.

After using my knee and my foot on the floor to scoot myself back, and noticed Tia intensely watching me from between her thighs. I grabbed her leg, lifting it to the ceiling of the car. I planted a kiss on her ankle, inhaling her scent. She must've been anticipating this moment because the perfume is very strong on her inner ankles. She smells good as fuck too, making me want her even more than I already do.

I trailed down, then turned my head to completely face my lady. My eyes landed on her wet pussy and her beautifully engorged clit. My gaze shifted to her eyes I shot her a smile, then noticed her attempting to close her thighs for relief. I grabbed the back of her thighs holding them back. She reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy in a circular motion.

"Mmm," she quietly moaned making my dick twitch.

My eyes closed as I let out a groan because she stopped playing with herself and grabbed my dick with her slippery hand, stroking me a few times. Tia's lip found its way lodged between her teeth.

"You bold as fuck," I spoke up, opening my eyes. "Ssss," I hissed, "I stopped you from closing your legs for a reason and you do this?" I let out a chuckle as I let go of one of her legs.

Her moaning came to a halt. "Papi, you're not helping my current situation," she spoke up in a whisper tone, rubbing my dick between her slit in a side-to-side motion.

"You sure ain't helping mine," I let go of one of her legs and pushed her hand away from my dick.

I drew my hips back, before thrusting then forward with my dick sitting between her slit a few times.

She grabbed my turtleneck collar, pulled me back up to her back, wrapped her legs around me, and pulled my body flush against her. "Prove it to me, papi," she whispered against my lips.

My dick jumped and throbbed hard as fuck against her wet pussy at the nickname while I caressed her thighs with one hand and held myself up with the other.

"No doubt, but you can't get too loud. Redd is still in the front," I nodded my head towards the partition. "Can you do that for me?"

"No," she plainly stated.

Leaning my forehead against hers, I let out a small chuckle, "well, at least you're honest."

"Especially if you live up to your words."

"I don't think you got to worry about that part, love. One thing DeVanté gon' do is live up to his words."

I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her until I felt the tip of her finger at the top of my head, pushing me down. I chuckled at her impatience, kissing my way down her neck, giving extra attention to her spot. Her hands fell into my hair, massaging my scalp. I pushed my hands up against the underside of her breasts as I kissed my way to them. Her eyes stared, anticipating my every move.

She's so damn impatient... I paused, hovering my mouth above her breast just to tease her. I parted my lips, breathing through my mouth to fan her breasts which were already standing at attention. Surprisingly she didn't push my head down, but she arched her back, and her left nipple rubbed against my bottom lip. I closed the gaps between my mouth, only making my bottom lip graze her nipple. The corners of my mouth curved into a smirk as her feet rubbed up and down against my back. Yes, her legs are that high up.

My bottom lip grazed her nipple again, but this time I opened my mouth, connecting it to her nipple. The tip of my tongue rolled against it as my saliva coated it. Just as the song ended, a loud moan left Tia's lips just as the song stopped, surely giving Redd an idea of what was happening in the back seat. The problem is I don't give a fuck, but she will later feel embarrassed. I switch over to the right nipple, performing the same task. Her body rolled into mine. I closed my mouth around her nipples, pulling at them with my lips.

Her fingers continued to massage my scalp between my braids, as she held my head against her breasts. I pulled away from her right nipple with a small pop and moved on to her left one. My hand reached up to her left breast, massaging it, but paid even more attention to massaging her nipple. Her large breasts fit perfectly in my large hand.

"Mmm," I moaned with her against against her nipple. My other hand reached down to push her body down because she was finding relief in grinding against my body and the back of my dick. I pulled away from her breast, "calm down," I spoke still holding her down by her lower abdomen. "Relax..." I coaxed.

Tia looked at me like I had two heads with horns attached. Then I stood on one knee with my foot on the floor keeping myself steady with the motion of the vehicle. I looked down between her legs at the clear view the streetlights were giving me, then at the mess she was making on the seats. Grabbing her thighs I pushed them back.

I laid down between her legs with her legs thrown over my shoulder with my arms also holding them in place. I'm also making sure to not make any contact with her pussy, not even the slightest touch from me or herself. She can't even squeeze her thighs for relief in this position. I immediately attached my mouth to her titty while my other hand played with the other, keeping them both stimulated. My mouth wrapped around her nipple as I lapped my tongue around it while my right thumb rubbed her nipple.

"Uhhnn," she moaned into the air, fighting to escape the locking position where I placed her legs.

Her pussy is pooling on the seats and my shirt already. Fuck this teasing shit, a nigga is famished. My attempt at teasing her almost always fails because I'm teasing myself. I can't pull a Tia on Tia as efficiently as Tia. She's going to cum fast the first go-round because she's been waiting for this. I hurriedly slid down the seat. My face is now a few centimeters apart from her puckering pussy. My mouth salivated at the thought. I looked up at Tia to see her staring down at me in anticipation. I moved another centimeter closer as I let go of her arms.

"DeVanté," she whined as I felt her slightly move on my grip.

Tia's hand slid down her stomach and to her pussy. A sploshing noise filled the air as her hand came in contact with her pussy. She rubbed her pussy, and she spread her lips, making her engorged clit poke out even more. Her entire center visibly pulsated. I sharply inhaled, feeling my dick throb harder against the seat. A hissing sound left my mouth.

"Fuck," I mouthed. "Move ya hand for me," I whispered.

Tia followed my order and my lips wrapped around her clit, sucking as my tongue strummed it. My strumming switched into lapping. The moment my mouth attached to her pussy, I watched her eyes close and her moans filled the atmosphere. Moving my face, my tongue slid down her inner labia and to her entrance. Keeping my head in motion kept my nose rubbing against her clit as my tongue thrust inside of her pussy. Her moans became more rapid and loud. Her feet twirled in circles.

"Oh my God," she cried with her back arching off of the seat and her body wining against my face. "Mmmm, papi!"

Because of that, her pussy leaned more onto my face, creating more pressure against her as she began to come all over my face and in my mouth. I let go of her quivering legs and held onto her thighs with one hand. I'm not stopping. I quickly moved my mouth to her clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy, twisting them as I thrust them at a fast pace. She started squirting and I closed my eyes, continuing. Our moans are in perfect sync.

"DeVanté," she moaned out a cry as I kept at it.

I felt her hand against my forehead, attempting to push me back. She came another time. Her body turned, flipping me too, making me fall onto the floor of the car with her on top of my face. I laughed against her pussy as my fingers sank deeper because of the fall. I didn't move my fingers and felt her G-Spot throbbing against the tip of my fingers and her walls squeezing the fuck out of my fingers. My mouth kept working against her clit. She came back to back against my face in a moaning fit. She stood on her quivering knees, I began thrusting my fingers again. Tia looked down at me. I stuck my neck out to get to her clit. Before I could, she squirted some more and I held my breath because I could drown in this position.

Figuring she's had enough, and to prevent myself from drowning, I quickly lifted her hips and pushed her down onto my chest, then just above my hip bone. I lifted my head. Spent, her body slumped over to the side and onto the seat. Her chest heaved up and down and her legs still shook as she buried her face into her folded arms. I lifted up more, enough to get my back up from the floor. I lifted my fiancée by her hips to move her to my thighs. In the process, I was sure to not lift her too much and her pussy grazed my dick. Tia winced and it bobbed back up, sticking straight into the air. Her still-soaked pussy, leaked all over me, leaving my dick coated in a thin layer of her juices.

I gave her ass a slap, "told yo ass I wasn't playin'." I laughed, then slid my hand down my face.

I stared at Tia. I'm sure this nigga in the front heard a whole lot of what just went down back here. I care. I really do, because I don't want anybody looking at my fiancée in that light. I'm positive she doesn't want that either. We're grown as hell, but still. Tia is a prude, which I don't mind at all. When it comes down to it, she shows the fuck out.

Looking around the car, I took note of all the damage that we had, but mostly the damage Tia had done. The seats are exactly how I said they'd be and so are my clothes. My bottom lip lodged into my mouth as my eyes traveled all over her moist body. Taking in every curve.

"Sexy ass," I stared her down.

My eyes traveled back down her body, landing on her titties that are slightly bouncing in sync with her quivering. Yes, she's still shaking. I wrapped my hand around my dick with a tight grip, slowly stroking. Then I saw that pink motherfucker between her legs staring me down. Shit, I want some more. Grabbing the underneath of her knees, I lifted her up, sitting her on the seat again. I immediately kneeled down on my knees and in between her legs.

Prior to this, she was coming down from her high, so I had to get her going again. My lips met her neck, suckling on different spots, even switching sides, but really paying attention to the special spot on her neck. Settling myself between her thighs, I moved down to her shoulders and raised my hand to play with her nipples. Her hands slid up and down my back as her moans picked up again. My other hand reached down and I began stroking myself.

Tia's knees pointed up at the ceiling and her feet flattened against my back. Her arms raised, holding onto the headrest of the seat, as my mouth made it to her titties. I've been so hard up all this damn time that I'm ready to bust. My kisses trailed down her stomach, while I continued to play with her titties. I kissed the top of her pussy, then dived in.

The harder and louder she moaned, the harder I moaned against her pussy, and the faster I stroked myself using a tight grip. Tia eventually lifted my chin, replacing my mouth with her own hand, massaging her clit. I stood tall on my knees, watching her please herself. With my free hand, I inserted two fingers deep into her pussy. I didn't trust them, instead, I did the come hither motion against her G-spot.

"Cum on me," Tia moaned out.

Our eyebrows knitted together around the same time. Aiming at her belly, I began to cum, and as did she. Tia's legs drew back. Her knees touched the backrest of the seat as she squirted and came all over me again. God, she's like a water fountain. I came all over her arm, coochie, and stomach.

"Fuck," I groaned out, leaning against her.

I rested against her body. After coming down from our high, we engaged in a slow, but sloppy kiss.

"That was hot," Tia giggled.

"Yeah, we fucked the back of this car up. I got to get this shit cleaned as soon as possible," I told her, laughing.

"Please get the butt wipes from my bag. I don't want any of this to spill," she instructed, pointing to her bag.

"Yeah," I grabbed her bag. When I searched through the bag, a Ziploc bag fell out. Clearly with something in it. "What the hell is this?" I opened it and pulled a pair of underwear out, inspecting them. "Why do you have used panties in your bag?" I laughed.

Tia snatched them, "I changed them before we left."

I looked inside of them, "damn, I got you like that?" I questioned.

"I brought them in case I started my menses, which I thought I had due to the moisture. It clearly wasn't the case," she raised her eyebrows.

I grabbed them from her hands again and stuffed them into my pocket while laughing my ass off. "That's some crazy shit."

"How so?" Tia asked as I grabbed the wipes.

"On account of how much you were pretendin' when we got into the car."

"I had already calmed down by them, so there was no pretending, DeGrate," she cheesed. I wiped her stomach. Tia grabbed some wipes and began to clean up too. "We CANNOT let our security see this."

"I know. What I'll have to do is have this nigga drop himself off at the guesthouse, I'll hop out and drive us back to the main house. First thing tomorrow mornin', I'll find somewhere to get this shit thoroughly cleaned." I spoke while placing the used wipes into the Ziploc bag. "You were like a fountain."

Her eyes widened. "I had never done that before."

"Squirt?" I asked her with confusion written all over my face. "Yes, you have. Plenty of times actually."

"No. I mean I've never contributed to myself squirting. It has always been just you and your doing."

"Oh, you did say I was the only one to do that," I replied, pulling my shirt over my head. "Use the for the seats."

"I'm exhausted now," Tia replied as I cleaned my face with a wipe.

I cracked the windows as Tia dried the seat. Afterward, we both cleaned the seats as much as possible with butt wipes and the disinfecting wipes that she always carries with her. When we got done with that, Tia put her clothes back on. Well, all except her panties because she doesn't have another extra pair. Then we lay on the seats across from us in a horizontal position with Tia on top of me. Damn, I'm glad these windows are tinted to the max.

"Today was an excellent day. I feel great," Tia told me.

"Me too."

February 21, 1999

~Reverend DeGrate's P.O.V~

"Nah, man. That ain't it," JoJo, shook his head once Junior exited the dressing room.

"I was thinkin' the same thing," Junior shook his head.

"The first one ain't ever the one," Clarence, my nephew spoke.

"Man, this is the second suit I tried on and it just doesn't look right. I'm not tryin' to be up in here all day. You late," Junior spoke as he fixed up his tuxedo in the mirror and as the lady made it to fit his body with the clips, pins, and whatnot.

"But you got to remember that the color of the suit will be different than this plain black," I told him.

"Black is a cool color. Although, this isn't what me and my future wife are going for. It's the suit within itself to see what it is I like. Who's the designer again?" De looked down at the lady adjusting his pants.

"Brioni," she replied.

"No wonder I look like a hitman," he laughed.

"Your wife- future wife is a designer, why isn't she part of this?" Derek asked his big brother.

"In a way, yes, she is part of this. It was something about the bride and groom not seeing each other in their suits or some sh- something," Junior replied, turning to face us.

K-Ci started laughing, "you look like you about to kill a few people."

"I'm sayin'!" Junior co-signed.

"I thought the bride's dress was the only thing not to be seen before the wedding?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"Exactly!" Junior pointed at me. "But this is what Tia wants, so..." He shrugged. "But I just need all angled photos of whatever suit I choose, so they could have a clue on what I would like. By them, I mean Elijah. He's in the middle of this," he sighed. "He knows how my fiancée is designin' her dress and my suit will be based on her dress. I guess... Then he needs my measurements."

"Damn, y'all got money!" I shouted. "I would've never thought I'd do shit like this."

"Nahh! We a'ight," Junior laughed.

"If y'all a'ight, then I must be homeless?" Derek asked him.

"Are you?" Junior asked him.

"Man, you know I got a home," Derek replied.

"Okay then," he went back into the dressing room.

"Wait a minute, this woman is designin' her own shit?" I asked my son.

"That's what he said," Clarence looked at me.

"I ain't ever heard of that. Usually, the dress is bought and the lady elders make adjustments. That's what everybody in this family has done," I looked over at Derek. "For the ones who're married, that is."

"Of course," Derek squinted. "Listen, I don't want to get married because I just don't. We already had the real discussion on why."

I tucked my lips, nodding. "We did."

"What would it be to them anyway if we aren't getting married?" Derek asked me.

"Pops was just tryin' to diss you. That's all!" Dalvin chuckled.

"Not just him, Mr. Dalvin," I said calling him by his stage name.

"Hey, I enjoy my life and what I've been doin'," Dalvin shrugged. "Call me what you want, but you can't call me unfaithful, because I ain't in no relationship."

"The best advice I can give you or anyone else like you is to be careful. You talkin' sweet to all of these women and think nobody is putting their heart into it based on what you told them, but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," I said speaking to them all. "Remember that."

"We all know you remember," Junior said walking out of the dressing room in response to my words. He doesn't have much of a filter. "I do too, so I can't even front. It is what it is. Pops is right though. I keep tellin' them this too. It's not worth it."

"Aye, you tell us that AFTER you marry. I want to see how faithful you stay. I just can't see myself bein' with one woman for the rest of my life. It doesn't make sense. At least I'm admitting that instead of marrying and cheating on my wife," Dalvin shrugged.

"You cheated in relationships though," Junior replied.

"Yeah, but ain't nobody obligated to stay faithful in a relationship," K-Ci spoke up.

"Nigga, what?" Junior looked over at his friend, then glanced at me. "My apologies, pops. I just think everything that leaves your mouth, be stupid as I don't know what most of the time."

"Havin' a woman ain't the purpose of livin' man," K-Ci spoke up.

"Yeah, we know that, but y'all can't seem to stay away from women either," Derek told him.

"Notice that he said A WOMAN," Dalvin chuckled. "I agree that ain't our purpose."

"I know that I wasn't the best example when it comes to marriage, but DAMN," my eyes widened as I spoke. "Y'all need to do better. I'm not sayin' you have to spend your life with one woman, but you can't keep sleepin' with them all."

"I'm spiritual as well as religious and that mess can take a toll on your spirit for sure," Junior turned to us. "Trust me, I've lived it and by the looks of things, you're in the midst of the storm," Junior's eyes scanned the room landing on Dalvin, Joel, and Cedric. "This one makes me look like a house slave."

"De, that's all you would've been if we were back in those times," Clarence spoke, then began to laugh.

"Not funny," Junior shook his head. "What is this?" He frowned looking at his suit.

"I don't like that shit. My great-grandparents were slaves," I pointed at him.

"It was a joke!" Clarence defended himself.

"Do you think you'll cry at your wedding?" I asked my son.

"Probably not. I'm not much of an emotional person," he shrugged.

"You know something... Your father said the EXACT same thing as you. Guess what he did?" Freeman asked Junior.

"Followed his words?" Junior raised his eyebrows.

"He couldn't stop cryin'," Freeman revealed to him, then bursted out laughing.

"You?" Dalvin asked me with widened and raised eyebrows. Well, higher than normal.

"I did," I chuckled. "Your mama didn't shed a tear."

"That had to be the most embarrassin' thing to ever experience," Derek shook his head. "Could never be me."

"You're right. You can't stand at the end of the aisle as you see your future wife because that isn't the life you want," Junior replied to his little brother. "Pops, I could understand, but it just isn't me. That's NOT gon' be be," he shook his head.

"When your wedding day arrives, I'll keep that in mind from the minute to start to cry. Just because you aren't emotional-," I stopped myself. "I'm sure you are emotional around your lady, right?"

Junior smiled, "wouldn't you like to know? Y'all over here askin' so many questions." He licked his lips.

"Ahh, I see..." I trailed off, nodding my head with a smile.

"See what? You know what? Never mind, I don't even care what you're talking about, pops " Junior waved his hand at me, laughing.

"I see and know that my son is a lot like his father," I replied.

"Me like you?" Junior started to laugh. "No..." He shook his head. "I mean, sure, we have some similarities due to our DNA bein' connected, but I am not like you." He walked back into the dressing room after his statement.

"He's putting up a front for us all," I told everyone.

"Pops just talk to hear himself speak. The man is goin' senile," Junior yelled from his dressing room.

"Anywho, if I could recall, you cried too during your wedding," I looked over at Freeman.

"There's nothing to recall because that shit ain't happen. It was hot as hell. Just a little sweat," Freeman replied.

"From your eyes?" JoJo inquired.

"We were in an old black church with no air. It was hot as hell, so of course I was crying. The heat was so bad, it felt as if I had to ask Satan for some water," Freeman said laughing.

"It sure was hot," I shook my head. "That's not a day that I would like to return to."

"That was my wedding day and I feel the same way," Freeman chuckled.

"Where did y'all get married? Dallol?" Junior asked from the dressing room, laughing.

"Might as well have been with that heat. Felt like we walked down the damn desert," I drank some of my soda. "Do you know I rented that suit?" I turned to my brother-in-law.

"Fucked it up, huh?" Freeman nodded over at me.

"Yeah! Sweat stains that the cleaners could not even get out," I shook my head. "Set me back."

"Why you ain't just wear one you already had?" Cedric inquired, confused.

"Because I was starting my ministry and I done wore them all MULTIPLE times. I wanted something a little different," I pointed. "After all, it was a special day."

"We have plenty of family that could've borrowed from, pops... There's no excuse. I wore all of De and Derek's clothes," Dalvin told me. "Could've easily saved money."

"Sometimes it's better to owe a stranger than family," Derek spoke while looking over at Dalvin.

"I DO owe Dalvin a butt whippin'!" Junior shouted, with shuffling noises on the other side of the door. "Psych nah!"

"Why are we here again?" Dalvin directed the question at me. "I thought women do this type of stuff. Dress fitting?"

"Y'all supposed to be in these dressing rooms too! I told y'all that already," Junior stated while leaving his dressing room. "We're doing sizing for everybody who'll be in the wedding. Derek, Joel, and Dalvin."

"Three groomsmen? Who's the best man?" Looking at my son, I sat up with my hands folded.

"They'll soon find out, but they knew that they were included in the wedding. By the way, there are four. One of Tia's cousins is one of my groomsmen," Junior told us.

"Is that what you wanted or is this for her?" K-Ci asked him.

"It was agreed upon. He's a pretty cool guy. I sometimes hang with him whenever he visits these past years," Junior told us. "Besides, bridesmaids will include my family too. Y'all still sittin' here, but complaining about bein' here?" Junior tilted his head, then held his arm out towards the dressing rooms.

Dalvin stood up, stretching, yawning, and shaking. "Why her cousin ain't here?"

"They received his measurements already," Junior replied.

Dalvin yawned again, "will our suits be custom-made?"

"I don't even know yet. We are not tryin' to go ALL out, but everybody and everything will for sure look nice. Whatever you get will be tailored for sure. I don't want that mess lookin' sloppy on nobody," Junior spoke to his brothers and friends.

"What about me?" K-Ci spoke up.

"What about you? This ain't about you K-Ci," Junior shook his head, chuckling.

"Why am I NOT in the weddin'?" K-Ci sat up.

"It was a choice. It's my and my fiancée's wedding. In fact, I didn't even invite you here to be honest. You left and I didn't even know you were here, but I'm glad that you are here, sober, and aren't being too obnoxious," Junior spoke monotonously.

"Damn, he told him off nicely!" Derek shouted then looked over at me. "I'm sorry!" He held his hands up.

"I don't think I've ever heard Derek curse before. You other three? Hell yeah!" I chuckled.

"So they even got the baby cursin'?" K-Ci spoke as he tapped his fingertips against the armrest.

"Do you not hear my pops? He's cursin' up a storm. He's where we ALL got it from. I'm not gon' lie, I've been cursin' since I was like eight. Give or take," Junior spoke, looking up at the ceiling in deep thought.

"It DAMN sure better be give and not take. I can still throw you over my knees," I pointed at him and he started laughing.

"I hope you don't use your hand because that's a little-" Dalvin made the tambourine hands, "and he too old for that."

DJ turned to Dalvin, shaking his finger at him. "He is NOT!"

"You and De have some major anger issues. You just woke up back up and here you go," Dalvin spoke while looking down at his baby brother.

"You should put HIM over your lap a little more and go upside his head a time or two," Junior eyed me.

"I agree," Dalvin smiled.

"I'm talkin' about YOU, Dalvin!" Junior shouted at him.

"Well, at least pops wasn't the only one who did that to you," Dalvin joked and Junior bursted out with laughter.

"I give you that one!" Junior laughed while pointing to Dalvin.

I remained sitting in my seat, looking between Junior and Dalvin. "Y'all joke about that? What's wrong with y'all?"

"Pops, we joke about everything!" Junior told me. "I promise that we don't mean no harm. What happened, happened."

"Y'all got some dark-ass humor!" I spoke to them while still taken aback.

"Pops not supposed to be cussin'!" DJ shouted. "I'm tellin' mama!"

"I'm gon' beat your tail," I warned him.

"I'm still tellin'," DJ poked his lips out.

"You see, I could never do that! All of us, but especially me," Junior placed his hands on his chest.

"Yeah, because we'd get torn up!" Derek shook his head.

"Do you think I have the energy to be chasin' this boy around?" I scanned the room, "huh?"

"Pops, you should've taken your own advice and wrapped it up," Dalvin did a little wrapping motion.

I covered DJ's ears. "You don't talk around this boy like that. He gon' remember this when he gets older and think nobody wanted him."

"DJ!" Junior called out and DJ turned his little big head to look at his eldest brother. "Do we make you feel wanted?" He asked while sticking a hand in his front pocket.

"All the time, but I don't want y'all," DJ replied.

"Excuse me?" I asked finally dropping my hands from his ears.

"Not you, pops. Only sometimes for my brothers," DJ smiled.

I pinched his cheeks, "that's my boy!"

"You sayin' that's okay?" Derek asked me while pointing at DJ.

"If that's how he feels. It is what it is. I'm not saying he's right," I shrugged.

"At least he could tell you how he feels. We had to shut up because ours didn't matter," Junior laughed. "I would love to switch places with you, DJ, but that would mean I couldn't be with my wife."

"And it means that I could," DJ cheesed and Junior laughed once again.

"This little dude," Junior pointed with his bent thumb.

DJ is going through the phase of liking his brother's girlfriend. This didn't happen with Maria because she's been around since before he was born, but he's only recently been around Junior's girlfriend. It's only been a few years. DJ calls his girlfriend and it's the funniest thing ever.

"No matter how old you are, that could never happen," Junior snatched his tie off. "I'm done with this tryin' on stuff because I'm tired. It's going to be custom anyways, so please just take our measurements," he told the designer who was tending to Dalvin. "I'm starving."

"Your future wife ain't feed you?" I asked him.

"My future wife isn't even in America right now. It's Paris fashion week, so she's in France," Junior replied to me. "She's handling business."

"Damn, when do y'all have time for yourselves? When does she have time for YOU?" K-Ci asked Junior.

"No matter what we're doing, we always make time for each other. Even from so far away. That's the key," Junior clicked his tongue.

"I salute you because I couldn't do it. Away and so far all of the time," Dalvin shook his head.

"You couldn't even stay faithful when a woman is around," Junior cracked at his brother.

"That's true..." Derek agreed.

"My adult child is lost, but I do agree with Dalvin to an extent," I shrugged.

"I know," Junior nodded as his measurements started to get taken.

"I believe a woman belongs at home, in the kitchen, raisin' the kids, and the man should be the one workin', but those are my views. What your lady is doin' is nice and whatnot, but I couldn't handle that," I made a tight-lipped smile. "Your busy schedules collide if I'm not mistakin'?"

"While it can be challenging, we STILL make time for each other. That's just what it is," Junior smiled at me. "My mother did all of that and you still stepped out..."

"Oof," Freeman looked at me with puffy jaws. "I mean..." He gestured towards Junior.

"Why do you keep bringin' that up?" I asked my oldest son. "Especially now that he's awake. He hears you." I spoke, referring to my youngest son.

"Pops, what you did to mama is STILL floatin' around the church on this very day. Eventually, he's going to hear it. If he hasn't already," Junior replied. "Hopefully, he doesn't have to go through what I've been through..."

I exhaled through my nose. "I apologized for puttin' you in that situation."

"No, you didn't. I got torn up for that and our relationship dynamic shifted," Junior shook his head. "But that's okay. I'm okay with that."

"Our dynamic changed because you changed," I told him.

"Admittedly, yes. I lost respect for a "man of God" who stepped out on my mother in front of his child. Ever since then... That's disrespectful on another level, but it was the past," Junior shrugged. "I brought it up because I was just makin' a point about our relationship dynamics. I like that my lady is good with or without me, so she could hold her own, but still makes me feel needed. Vice versa. What made y'all work is exactly that- it's what made Y'ALL work. Not mine. Things are different in this day and age."

"At least we know that she isn't a gold digger," Dalvin joked.

"That too! Lines can be blurred because love can be blind, in some cases more than others," my oldest replied.

"What happens when you no longer feel needed? What does she need you for if she has her finances down-packed?" I tilted my head. "I feel like women, like your mother, needed their men. Tia's a nice lady, but why are you there?"

"Why am I th- we love each other. There are plenty of ways for a man to feel needed other than financially. I don't hold finances over her head. That's not the main thing. Check this out, if mama would've moved on from you any of these times, even now, she'd be financially screwed. Since you say a woman should take care of the kids, though you did help, still do, she'd do even more of the heavy lifting now that she's alone. She wouldn't have been the same mother as she was when she was with you due to lack of finances and help."

"But Junior, you have no children..." I trailed off.

"That not the point that I was tryin' to make, but if that's what you got, then so be it," Junior shrugged his shoulders," Junior shrugged his shoulders. "Come here," he motioned DJ over.

"So what was your point?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Because your father isn't comprehending."

"Dang, is this a therapy session?" Dalvin chuckled.

"Seems like what it's turnin' into..." Derek raised his eyebrows. "Hey, keep this in the family. We are around nonfamily members."

"Nah, they're family and they already knew about all of this. Blood doesn't always make people family. Besides, as I've said before, what pops did was something that people all over town knew. I was gettin' it from the kids I went to school with. Not to mention that the woman from church had schoolchildren my age whom I went to school with," Junior replied.

"Doesn't matter, that's still a personal and family business," Derek shook his head.

"Okay." Junior got quiet, then shifted his attention to his baby brother getting his measurements.

"Whew! That's over," JoJo wiped his forehead. "I'm starvin'," he spoke then finished the soda in his glass. "Yo, where we goin' after this?"

"I don't know, but somewhere close to here," Junior replied. "Actually, I think I know a spot that we'd all enjoy."

"I'm surprised you don't have your fianceé's father, Daryl, isn't here," I looked up at my son.

"I don't know why that thought even crossed your mind."

"I mean... He seems like a cool guy and he's her father. I thought you were close to him?" I inquired.

He silently turned his head away from me. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "I don't know what to tell you."

Everyone's measurements were taken and we left my future daughter in-laws warehouse. I'm only in town for the day just to be here with my son.

"I might want my suit to be white though," De told us. "Shit, I don't know. I'm sure Tia's going to have white, but we'll see what this nigga does."

"Why are you havin' his ass make your suit?" I asked him. "You trust him like that?"

"Elijah made Tia's New Year dress and that shit looked good as fuck. I'm sure AND that nigga a designer that my lady is partnered with," De told us.

"He did that?" I asked him.

"He designed it. He doesn't sew very well, so someone who works for them actually made it," De replied

"This is the second suit I tried on and it just doesn't look right. I'm not tryin' to be up in here all day," Junior spoke as he fixed up his tuxedo in the mirror and as the lady made it to fit his body with the clips, pins, and whatnot.

"But you got to remember that the color of the suit will be different than this plain black," I told him.

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