Page 46 of I Found Love

“He is.” I hugged his torso tighter and puckered up for a kiss which he gave me. “Have you seen Zara?” I looked around to see if I could spot her.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Her ass in there running around like a fuckin’ drill sergeant.” He laughed. “Baby take this shit serious.”

“She really does.” I giggled. “But she’s good. She really brought my dream to life.”

“Word she did.” He agreed. “You ready to party?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I need a drink or three.”

“Drink as much as you can now because I’m puttin’ my son in you as soon as we get off the jet.”

“Sanchez…” I giggled.

“Dead ass.” He kissed me. “Come on, let’s go celebrate.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Sanchez.

“I did not know you were doing this.” Kenya smiled as she watched the video of me entering our wedding rapping the International Players Anthem. “What the fuck, Sanchez.”

“Can’t tell you all my moves, baby.” I grinned.

“I’m glad someone recorded this. I love it.”

“I’m sure everyone recorded that shit.” I laughed.

“Aight, y’all ready for the couple of the hour?” We heard Jay Money ask before cheers and applause erupted seconds later. Our bridesmaids and groomsmen had already gone in, so now it was our turn. “Aight, without further ado, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez Dailey.”

Kenya and I put on the black Louis Vuitton shades that I’d gotten specifically for this moment and readied for our grand entrance. We were beneath the floor inside of a clear, glass box. From above, no one could see us. The tile that blended into the floor was the ceiling of our private space.

The only light we had for the moment was the flashlight on my phone so I could see the subtle smirk on her face—the kind that used to drive a nigga crazy before she even liked me back forreal. I chuckled and squeezed her hand before whispering, “You ready?”

She nodded. “With you? Always.”

On cue the song, On The Run II began to play and the box began to rise. When it registered to everyone what was happening, because this part was also something we didn’t tell everyone nor did we rehearse it, they began yelling and cheering for us.

Who wants that perfect love story anyway?

Cliché, cliché, cliché.

Who wants the hero love that saves the day anyway?

Cliché. Cliché. Cliché.

By the time we came to a stop, the intro was over so I rapped the first verse while Kenya and I danced. She was singing the adlibs and shit. We were legit putting on a whole performance and the shit was better than any one that I had ever put on at any of my shows.

That song faded after the chorus then slowed down even more as the fog began to curl around our feet. Jay Money began playingFirst Timeby Teeks. We both knew this was the shit that I wanted us to dance to because after all of the chaos of my cousins wedding slowed down, and it was only us, this was the song we danced to and I actually sang it to her ass.

Our bodies swayed to the beat of the song as I sang along to the lyrics lowly in her ear. Every time I listened to this song I got in my feelings a little because the words resonated with me so much. I did pray for her. I prayed for us as a whole because I never wanted to lose what we had. I wanted to experience her love for the rest of my life which was why I locked her down. I’d cried too, happy tears, because being with her was legit a dream come true and her love was that beautiful and had really moved a nigga.

Once the song was over, everyone cheered and applauded us again, and I stepped back allowing her a chance to dance with her pops. They danced to the songCinderellaby Steven Curtis Chapman then I danced with Big Ma toA Song For Mamaby Boyz II Men. I also danced with my baby girl toThe Heart of Kenya,the song that I’d made for her, because I couldn’t leave her out. It was really a tribute to them both, but mainly about my baby.

After the dances came toasts. We all went to our seats while the waiters walked around with flutes, making sure everyone had one. I glanced Big Ma’s way to make sure her ass wasn’t trying to sneak shit and she discreetly shot me a bird the moment we locked eyes because I knew she didn’t drink but always teased her about trying to do the shit on the low.

When we were good, Trell stood, smiling at Kenya and me then the crowd.

“Can y’all believe we here?” He smiled down at us again. “Lil’ Chezzy and Big Yaya’s wedding. Y’all know I knew him before the lineup, style, lyrics and way before he had Kenya,” he said and everyone laughed—including me.

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