Epilogue
Three months after getting married to the man of my dreams, we had our first child together.
Love was amazing in the delivery room, holding my hand, comforting me, and was the first person our daughter, Lovely Amira Mayer, saw.
Watching him be a father to Amir was the preview, but watching him with Lovely was everything I could have ever dreamed of, and I swear it made him step harder.
He focused on the store more, making a collection of jewelry called The Islah Line, and finished building our house in the country and getting it ready for us to move in.
My girls are the world’s best aunts, coming over or calling daily to check on us in between Kenya and Keith getting close, and Deja starting a wedding planning business.
Amir was a great big brother, helping with anything that he could. I even caught him napping on her floor a few nights.
As for Love and me, that nigga stood on everything he said he would.
My flowers never stopped coming. The gifts, the trips, it was almost like everything turned up. He made sure that peace was around me twenty-four-seven.
As I was putting Lovely down for a nap, thinking about my life before and leading up to her, I smiled to myself. While heading into my kitchen to cook for my family, Gio crossed my mind. Not in a bad way, I actually thanked him for fuckin’ up so much.
I found my best friend and my lover in Atlanta. And one thing about that Zone 6 nigga named Love mothafuckin’ Mayer…
He don’t play about his Islah.
The End!!!!!