Page 96 of Lost In London

Her brother had a lot to say.

At first he tried to come off being over protective. Giving a similar spill of threats as Cassian did. I let him get everything off his chest before I corrected his errors. He couldn’t control London’s life so he thought he could puff his chest out and have a say as to who she dated. For his wife to be so spiritual wise and enlightened, he was a fool of a man with a heart filled with pride. While their father was more than happy that I was making an honest woman out of his daughter, Landon still tried to force his weak dominance by questioning my family’s lineage and intentions.

I never answered his questions. Didn’t feel a need to. But I did make it known that until he sought to kill his prideful spirit from not being able to control her and let her live her life, then he would have to enjoy her happiness from afar.

“Thank you. Oh, God, thank you.” She started rocking back and forth with her eyes closed and hands clasped together. Before I could catch her she was on her knees in the sand pouring her heart out in thanks and praise. Witnessing her moment, I met her where she was and we gathered together in praise.

While she communed with God I sat in wonder of what this all truly meant. Careful to not interrupt her moment, I positioned her before me. Her back against my chest hunched over covering her. Praying over her. She began to shudder and tremble. Her praise turned to mumbles. She was fitting it in fear.

“Let go, London. I got you, baby.” With my hands laid on her stomach and chest, I watched and listened in awe as she spoke in tongues.

Our photographer continued to capture our moment, not once stopping even when a light drizzle sprinkled on us.

“Oh, Quincey.” She turned and cried in my neck. “I can’t believe that happened. I can’t believe I did that.”

Rubbing her back soothingly, I looked up to the sky and basked in the peace settling in my heart. “There is great reward for submission.”

“My answer is yes.” She leaned back smiling and crying. “Yes, I will marry you.” My soul was well pleased.

We picked our wedding date.

Five-thirty in the afternoon on November 11th, 2022 at Isla Bella Beach Resort in Key West. Quincey and I both wanted a sunset wedding. A small intimate wedding on the beach is what we were having and I couldn’t be any happier. Returning back to Florida after our engagement cruise kinda gave me the blues. We went from being in our personal little bubble to our reality. However, I fought hard to not allow my circumstances with other people to ruin this moment for me.

I’m engaged.

Quincey asked me to marry him.

I’m going to be somebody’s wife.

I’m going to have a whole husband.

This felt so surreal. If it wasn’t for the beautiful ring on my finger or the photos that were taken that night, I wouldn’t believe it.

But it’s real.

By the time we were heading back to Florida we’d already secured our venue for the reception, Bishop emailed us back that he would be honored to officiate our wedding, and I booked a consultation with Andrea Pitter to design my dress. When I tell you the amount of favor and anointing already on our marriage and we weren’t even married yet.

It wasn’t ironic the owner’s daughter of the Isla Bella Beach Resort was on a girls trip in Honduras and was on the same snorkeling excursion as us. It wasn’t ironic that she asked how long we’ve been married and was blown away when we told her we’d just gotten engaged the day before. It wasn’t ironic that she was so moved by our love story that she offered to host our wedding at her family’s resort for no charge. All we had to pay for was the cleanup.

Favor.

I started crying my eyes out when Quincey and I sat down to make our guest list once we got back. Lawd, I was tired of crying. I cried because the one person I wanted to share this moment with wasn’t talking to me. That hurt so bad. Then on top of that, I tried to have lunch with the kids the other day at their summer camp and was met with nothing but attitude from Tai and Melly. Well, it was all Tai.

“No, Melly. We don’t talk to switch outs.” Tai rolled her eyes with her arms folded and her little hip popped out.

Melly’s brown baby doll eyes puddled with tears as she looked between me and her sister. “But Lolo isn’t a switch… a switch light.”

“Yes, she is.” Tai sucked her teeth. “Papa said so. We have to go play with our real friends. Come on.” Melly and I both dropped a tear.

Massey and Cashton were a different story. They were happy to have lunch with me. Neither of them was hurt, unlike their father.

“Why are you so quiet over there, London? Tell us about your cruise with that fine ass man you got.” Entering her second trimester glowing and all belly, Krishna and all the other women turned their attention to me.

Once a month, Keatyn gathered all the women to have a weekend to do whatever we wanted with no kids or men around. It was me, Luna, Capone, Krishna, Keatyn, Coco, and Massey. Andrea caught Covid at the last minute and was bummed she couldn’t make it. Yesterday we spent the entire day shopping and going to Jazz in The Gardens after. Today we were having lunch and then going to Trap-N-Paint. Keatyn always planned wild and fun things to do.

“Our cruise was magical. I truly have no words other than I’m blessed to be loved by that man. Although, I do have an announcement.” Reaching in my large tote bag, I pulled out the wrapped box and handed it to Luna.

Luna started dancing in her seat with her tongue out before she even opened it. “Yass, I love gifts!” Ripping the copper ribbon from the box she opened the lid and gasped. “Are you serious?” She poked out her lip about to cry.

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