Page 13 of I Found Love

They both thought that I wouldn’t get married at all, despite me telling them that I would one day when the time was right. Sanchez and I had been talking about it for a while, it just had to be when we both felt that we were ready.

“How are you feeling though? Time is winding down. Are you nervous? Excited?” China asked.

“Both.” I chuckled. “I can’t imagine that things are going to be much different because we already act like a married couple, but maybe that’s what has me nervous too?” I looked between the two of them. “I love the bond we have and the way things are. I don’t want that to change. I don’t want to lose that. We see it every day, people that appeared to be happy and in love then,boom, a year later they’re divorced.”

“Girl, that will not be you and Sanchezat all.” Italy assured me. “That man worships the ground you and Nairobi walk on. And you love him just as much. Is marriage going to be easy? No, but what is, Yaya? You were a freaking assassin.” She whispered the last part. “Like be for real girl. Ifanyonecan master being a wife, it’s you.”

“I agree with Munchie.” China chimed in. “You’re a chameleon, sis. I’ve witnessed you adjust and fall into whatever role gracefully. When I became a mom, I was a mess. You know because you were the only one that could calm me down. YouknowI was a bridezilla, but again, you made me believe everything was going to be okay and it wasbecauseyou said so. You’re going to be the best wife any man could ask for. Well, besides Anario because duh.” She smiled and I laughed. “You got this, sis. I swear.”

I had to hold my tears back because I didn’t want my mascara to run. I was the oldest of the trio, but these two really kept me grounded and were my voices of reason. Even as kids, when I was ready to crash out or too emotional, it was them that talked me off the ledge.

Grabbing one of the napkins from the small table in front of us, I dabbed at my eyes so that I didn’t ruin my makeup then I hugged both of my sisters.

“Okay, none of us are going to cry.” Italy pulled back and smiled. “We’re here to celebrate, so come on.” She climbed from her seat and pulled me up as China got up too. “We’re going to do the bamboo rafting.”

There was already a cab waiting for us, so we got inside and headed to our destination. On the way the driver gave us a mini tour. Again, we had already been to Jamaica a few times with our parents, but this was the first time we came as adults. He offered us drinks and weed, but we declined both. I might have been retired from The Accord, but it was still in me. I wasn’t trying to have to kill anyone while I was vacationing.

When we made it to the location and started to walk through, there were little souvenir stands set up, so we stopped and got some things. I got a small bracelet made for Nai, a tray, weed grinder and blunt cutter for Sanchez, and some waist beads for myself. Italy and China got themselves and their families some things as well. We also got a hookah for the raft because Italy couldn’t see one andnotget it.

We went over to the rafts afterwards. They were handmade so they were all different in their own way and they had plenty for us to choose from. They had one with a nice umbrella for shade and a seat large enough for all three of us at the top so that was the one we went with.

The guys that owned the raft helped us onto it while one started to give us a small set of instructions before offering us a limestone massage. We accepted and I took the cord to the radio to connect my phone so that we could play some music.

As my guy massaged me, a FaceTime from Sanchez came through, so I swiped my thumb across the screen to answer.

“Hey, baby.” I answered then my smile grew wider seeing that it was my baby girl smiling back at me. “Hi, baby.” I cooed. “Mommy misses you.”

“Tell her to bring her ass home then, Nai.”

She started to babble something as if she were trying to relay her father’s instructions causing me to laugh. Sanchez took the phone from her and seconds later his handsome face appeared.

“We miss yo’ ass.”

“I miss you guys too.” I simpered. “What are you doing?”

“Just finished eatin’ lunch and shit.” He answered. “Fuck you doin’?”

“About to go bamboo rafting.” I replied, flipping the screen for a second so that he could see the view. “It feels good and it’s not too hot out here.”

“Feels so… G, what the fuck is he doin’?” Sanchez snapped. “Ay! Ay, nigga!”

I hurried to flip the camera back to me and turned the volume down.

“Sanchez!” I hissed.

“That nigga rubbing all over your pussy and shit.” He spat.

“He is not.” I frowned. “It’s a limestone massage…”

“I don’t give a fuck what it is,” he cut me off. “He feelin’ all over you. Nigga dick probably hard and shit. Tell G to knock it off right fuckin’ now, Kenya.”

My brow dipped even further. “I’m on vacation, Sanchez.”

“And you also married, G. Fuck you mean?”

“It’s just a massage,” I argued. “You’re being ridiculous.” His camera went off for a second, so I asked, “What are you doing?”

“Textin’ the guys in the group chat right quick, then I’m gon’ ask ya pops for the jet.”

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