“Hell no. These women are professional, boss chicks. Nani couldn’t walk a mile in their shoes.”
“Look how she's defending them.” Ruger smirked at her.
“Baby, cut it out. You said you liked Willow and Autumn.”
“I don’t like anybody. I said that so I can get some.”
Nichelle cackled, and I shook my head. I’d never get used to him talking about bedding my sister.
I didn’t want to hear none of that shit.
Since Kenzi graduated from high school, all she talked about was becoming a psychiatrist. I knew why she decided to pursue that field, and that, even if it took her a little longer thanexpected, she would accomplish her goals, which made me proud of her.
“Anyway. That’s dope, Sis. I’m proud of you.”
She gave me a subtle smile. “Thank you. How are things with you? I know we talk every week, but it’s different seeing you in person.”
“Shit is good. The shelter and the bookstore are doing well. Got a couple of grants to get them some new beds and shit.”
“That’s good! I’m so happy for you.” She looked at Ruger and smiled. “Should I tell them?”
“It’s your world, my love.”
“We’re getting married!” she exclaimed, tossing her hand over the table to show us the big-ass rock on her finger.
I smiled.
I knew it was coming.
Ruger’s ass had been obsessed with my sister since he had to rescue her.
“Oh my God! Look at the size of that thing! Congratulations, toots!” Nichelle said in excitement, but I watched her closely.
Even though she was excited for Kenzi, I knew there was sadness beyond that excitement. Nichelle was a bookworm, so all the shit she read about, the romantic fairy tales and dreams of getting a happily ever after, had been halted because I didn’t consider myself the marrying type.
I wanted to give her everything she wanted, but I couldn’t trust myself to give her what she desired most.
“Congratulations. I knew it was coming,” I said with a smirk on my face.
“Thanks, G.” Ruger tilted his glass toward me.
“Thank y’all. I’m going to start planning after my niece comes. I need you to be fit and ready to be in the wedding.” Kenzi beamed.
Nichelle laughed. “And that, I shall be. When is the date?”
“I want a fall wedding, so maybe around late September or mid-October of this year.”
“That’s pretty darn close, pooh. I hope my baby weight is gone by then.” Nichelle giggled.
“I’m confident you’ll snap back in six months.” Kenzi winked. “And my niece will be able to fly by then.”
Her niece.
The niece that she was excited about made my heart drop.
“I need to smoke,” I blurted, standing from my seat.
Kenz looked up at me. “Everything okay?”