Page 368 of Kentrell

Say less.

I kissed her like we were back in our bedroom—deep, slow, full of tongue, and not an ounce of shame.

“Okayyyy, Kentrell!” Mars whooped loud as hell.

“Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eeeeeeee!” Wani’s chant from behind me turned the whole room into a roaring laugh fest.

Zoe laughed into my mouth mid-kiss. That sweet giggle broke me… but I didn’t care.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the DJ came over the mic, reading every word I told him to say months ago. “It’s my pleasure to announce… for the first and last time…”

Because yeah… this was it for me. My first… my only.

“Introducing… Mr. and Mrs. Kentrell Jakari Caldwell!”

The room exploded in cheers and applause as I lifted Zoe’s hand high in the air. She raised her bouquet with the other, flashing that wide smile that had me on cloudnan…other nigga could get on.

Her eyes—those beautiful, slanted hazel eyes—kept telling me everything I needed to know without her saying a word.

I scooped her right up into my arms, carried her down the steps from the altar like she weighed nothing. About five feet from the rest of the wedding party, she squirmed in my hold.

“I wanna jump with you!” she grinned, eyes sparkling as she motioned toward the small wicker broom laid across the aisle runner.

I hesitated for half a second—then gently set her on her feet.

She grabbed my hand fast, lacing her fingers with mine.

Together… we jumped.

“Bitch-ass…” I heard Wani mutter behind me… then, “My bad, Rev,” right after, making the entire church laugh all over again.

Zoe turned to me, full of that elated, glowy joy only she could pull off.

“Okay… now you can carry me,” she grinned, bossy as ever.

I smirked, scooping her back up.

Headed straight for the double doors…

I carried Zoe out of St. James Hall, carefully guiding us down the steps and straight into the back of the Rolls Royce Phantom parked at the curb, its doors already open and waiting. Once inside, I pulled her comfortably onto my lap, letting her legs drape casually over the console, the same way we’d done after that first weekend at our cabin getaway. Zoe giggled softly, the sound like music playing just for me.

My eyes drifted to her lips as she murmured something quietly to herself, staring dreamily at her hand.

“Attorney Zoe Davis-Caldwell,” she whispered, mesmerized by the way the 24-carat cushion-cut blush diamond and eternity band glittered beneath the afternoon sunlight.

My jaw tightened, the possessive part of me jolting her slightly in my lap to get her attention. She glanced up, eyes wide and playful.

“What?” she giggled, clearly amused by my reaction. “You don’t like my name?—?”

“Don’t play with me, Zoe,” I growled low, but it was enough to send her into another fit of laughter.

“Okay—my goodness! Honey-baby-daddy-hubby,” she purred sweetly, slipping her arms around my neck. Her lips brushed mine. “Zoe.” Another kiss, softer this time. “LaShay.” A third, deeper, warmer. “Caldwell.”

That one ended with her tongue sliding gently against mine. My hand moved naturally down to her belly, resting there protectively. Baby K was finally making mommy show a little. I couldn’t stop the grin that stretched across my face, breaking our kiss prematurely.

She noticed me looking at her stomach, so she leaned back slightly, rearranging the gown just enough for me to admire the small curve beneath my palm.

“I got a surprise for you, Daddy,” Zoe purred, reaching delicately into her bouquet and pulling out a small, cream-colored envelope.

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