Page 17 of Christmas Luvin

Acouple of days ago, whenDuchessandIwere laid up in bed together, she made a comment about how she wished she had an active father in her life to walk her down the aisle.Mywords to her were, “Fuckthat nigga!” because, to me, it was his loss.

Duchesswas a beautiful, smart ass woman with a good heart, and it was that nigga who had missed out on all those good things with her.Duchessmight not have had her father to walk her down, but she had her big brother,King, who was stepping up more these days, and he andDuchesshad a good ass relationship.Theirshit used to be tainted because the nigga stayed away for so long, and when he would call to check in, he was always trying to play fuckin’ daddy toDuchess, and she didn’t like that shit.Theywere good now, and he andIeven had a good relationship.Meand the nigga used to beef in the past because whenIwould fuck up withDuchess, she would run and tell her brother, so we’d exchanged words plenty of times.Allthe nigga asked of me was to treat his sister right, andIcould respect that and grant him what he asked for.

Duchessmade it to me, andIstood there, taking her in.Shehad been going on and on for a while about how pretty her wedding gown was and how she couldn’t wait for me to see her in it, and allIhave to say is that it was well worth the wait because she looked like a damn angel.Itwas a white dress made of silk material.Thefront of the dress had silver in it, cuffing her breasts, which sat up nicely, and because of how the top half fit, sucking her in, anyone could see just how tiny her waist was.

Duchesshad put herself on this dumb ass diet and wasn’t eating any of the unhealthy shit with me that we used to eat together.Thehard work paid off, though, because she looked damn good.Asbeautiful as the dress was,Icouldn’t wait to get that shit off her later that evening when we had sex for the first time as a married couple.Iloved the way she had her hair.Duchessalready had long hair, butIcould tell she’d added in some weave.Herhair was in a side part with these pretty ass curls that went all the way down, stopping just before her ass.Abeautiful silver and white headpiece was on her head to match her gown, and those sparkly blue eyes were looking at me with so much love.

Lookingaround at the beach and seeing that the sun had just set and how small and intimate it was,Iappreciated that this was whatDuchesswanted.WhenDuchessagreed to the marriage, mannnnn,Ijust knew we would have some top-of-the-line kind of shit, and damn near every niggaIknew inMiamiwould get an invite.Iwouldn’t care about the price of shit, and at the reception, all the kids would have to leave because we were going to turn that shit intoFreaknik.

Ionly planned to get married once, soIwanted to go all out, but my baby didn’t want any of that.Duchessjust wanted something intimate with our family and close friends.Icouldn’t say thatIwas shocked becauseDuchesswas simple.Ifyou saw her in designer or something over the top, it was becauseIbought it.Shedidn’t spend her money on shit like that.Notthat she couldn’t afford it becauseDuchessworked, made good money, and didn’t pay bills, so she could do some damage at the mall if she wanted, but she chose not to.Thiswoman just wanted to be loved on, and that’s all she gave two fucks about.

Behindme,Ihad my groomsmen.I’ddecided to makePee-Weemy best man becauseIgotta admit that my baby brother was whoIwas closest to out of everyone.Iwould make him my best man a million times.BehindDuchesswere her bridesmaids and her maid of honor.Iliked the fact thatDuchesshad gotten close enough with my sister andBriato add them as bridesmaids to our wedding.Shit, evenI’dgotten close enough withMontanato add him as one of my groomsmen.Thatnigga was so fuckin’ solid, and he treated my sister like a queen, so he would forever be good in my book.

Allthe women were standing behindDuchesswith tissues in their hands, dabbing at their eyes because this was beautiful as hell to witness.

Thiswedding was perfect, and now, we were holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes while saying our personal vows and putting the rings on each other’s fingers.Wewere just waiting for the pastor to make our shit official.

“Bythe power vested in me,Inow pronounce you,DuchessJacksonandDaceJackson, husband and wife.Youmay kiss your bride,”PastorNeilconcluded.

Theveil thatDuchesshad on covered her face, andIpulled it back.Sheplaced her hands on the sides of my face, so she could block out when she slid her tongue into my mouth, andIstarted sucking on it.Thatshit went on for thirty seconds tops beforeDuchesspulled away and looked at me with a lazy grin on her face.Shethen wiped away the excess lip gloss that she’d left on my lips.

“Howyou feel,Mrs.Jackson?”Ihad to ask her before we left the altar.

“LikeI’mdreaming.I’mso happy,” she revealed, and then she leaned in and kissed me again.

Toknow that she was happy would forever make me happy.

Igrabbed her hand, and we walked down the aisle together.Thephotographer in front of us snapped a bunch of pictures.Icould hear our family and friends cheering for us, happy to share that moment withDuchessand me.IneededPandorato be well aware of the fact that she would be on grandma duty for the next week.

Wewere about to go to this reception, andIplanned to drink and smoke some good ass weed.Oncewe got back to the hotel suite,Iwould give out top quality dick around this motha fucka.Tomorrow, we’d wake up and enjoy our honeymoon inMontegoBay,Jamaica, because that’s where my baby wanted to go.We’dbe back beforeChristmas, soIwould be able to spend the holiday with my family.

“What?Whyyou looking like that?”Pee-Weeasked me as he came out of the gas station, pulling up his jeans that had fallen off his waist.

He’dgone inside to get some snacks and some wraps because we were about to attend aChristmascarnival together.Itwas the weekend, andI’dbeen in the house all day, working in the office that we had downstairs on cases thatIhad coming up next week, soIreally didn’t have time to run the streets.LordknowsIwanted to becauseAleciahad called me this morning and asked ifIwanted to go to brunch with her,Kelsey,Pandora, and their grandmother, but there were a lot of things thatIneeded to go over to be ready for court onMondaymorning.

Ihad sat in front of the computer since nine that morning untilIwent upstairs at around two and took an hour nap.OnceIwoke up,Iwas back to sitting in front of the computer, andIdidn’t wrap everything up until about eight, which was the time thatPee-Weecame in the house and told me about theChristmascarnival he wanted to take me to.Youalready knowIwas all in.

Afterwe both took a shower and got dressed, we headed out to enjoy our night.

Beforegoing to the carnival, he made a quick stop at the gas station.Whilehe was inside,I’dgotten out for a quick second to throw out the bag of chips thatI’dfinished eating.Justthat fast, the guy who was standing at the next pump with two of his homeboys had approached me and tried to talk to me.Itwas the way he did it, though.Hegot fresh with his hands and touched my butt, soIpushed his ass off me.

Now,Isat in the car, trying to look normal whenPee-Weecame back becauseIdidn’t want to tell him what happened.Thesituation wouldn’t end well.Notto mention, the dudes were still standing there, andPee-Weewas talking to me because the window was rolled down.ThesecondIsaid something, he would’ve approached them.Hewas outnumbered, andIjust didn’t want to see how badly this situation could end.

“Nothing.Howfar are we from the carnival?”Iasked, trying to be slick and change the subject, butIcould tell by the look onPee-Wee’sface that he wasn’t going for it.

Heleaned in with just his arms resting on the car, looking down at me, trying to read me.Becausehe was the kind of man who thought quickly and on his feet, he turned around and looked at the men who were still by their gas pump, smoking and talking hella loud because the music playing in their car was loud as hell.

“Themniggas said something to you?” he questioned.

“Pee-Wee, come on.Let’sjust go,”Itried to reason, but he sucked his teeth, looking at me likeIwas crazy.

“Oh, we gonna go, but after you tell me what happened.Themniggas said something to you whileIwas inside?” he asked again.

“Theone in the red hat was grabbing on me.Heslapped me on my ass,”Isaid.

Hemade a face like he was taken aback by whatI’djust told him.Becausemy window was already down, he reached in, grabbed hisGlockthat he had resting in the cupholder, and tucked it in the back of his blackAmirijeans.Whenhe tried to walk off,Igrabbed his arm.

“Pee-Wee, don’t—”

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