Part One… #7
Any time their bodies collided; they stuck together. Between this woman becoming his forever, graduating and the liquor, Adair couldn’t tell up from down; all he knew was that Sabine was under him, and he wasn’t stopping until his dick went completely limp.
Sabine refused to tap out so it looked like they would be going until the sun came up because she was a wife to be and that kept her going, throwing all she had back at her soon to be husband.
MAY 19, 2011
“I can’t believe my sister is getting married,” Parthenia cried, blowing her nose into a tissue. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you,” Sabine smiled, closing the distance between she and her sister, giving her a hug. “Stop crying,” she laughed.
“Are you happy?” Narri asked. “This happened really fast,” she mentioned the obvious, having to say it because she wanted to be sure her friend was making the right decision.
“I am…I’m so happy.”
“Well,” Narri slapped her thighs. “That’s all that matters…”
Silence filled the room before a very loud and screechy “Ahhhhh!” erupted between the three of them.
“My best friend is getting married!”
MAY 21, 2011
“I forbid you from marrying this…this heathen!” Charles spewed in disgust. “I did not work this hard for you to squander your future on a whim because you THINK you’re in love!”
“Daddy, if you just meet him. Adair is smart, and loving, and caring. He has a full scholarship to Columbia, he—”
“I do not care! If he were such a stand-up young man, why wouldn’t he come to your father and ask for your hand?”
“That’s so old school! Nobody does that anymore!”
“Because these ignorant negroes have no home training, no respect, no morals or values! A real man comes to your father!”
While Charles scolded Sabine for her decisions, Marie quietly sat to the side letting him do his job as her father.
It’s what she’d always done. Whatever Charles said, goes.
How he wanted Sabine to be brought up, went.
From her clothes, hair, activities, whom she had play dates with, schooling, everything.
He decided it all but now…now she was a grown woman capable to make her own decisions and he’d allow it over his dead body.
“Did you go to mom’s father?!” Sabine challenge and in a split second his hand was across her face.
“Charles!” Marie stood in shock. She ran to Sabine’s side holding her cheek. “Why did you strike her?”
“I—”
“Sabine, just do what your father says,” Marie whispered, making it appear as if she were consoling her child, only to use it as concealment.
“I HATE YOU!” Sabine broke away, staring at her father in rage. She was so numb to her mother’s fake love. “AND I SWEAR NEITHER ONE OF YOU WILL EVER SEE ME AGAIN!”
“Sabine!” Marie called after her. “Sabine, sweetheart! Please don’t leave!”
May 23, 2011
“Adair please!” Sabine had a tight grip on his shirt. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you! You get so worked up—”
“Because you lyin’ and shit! I asked you what happened! Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me your bitch ass dad smacked you in the face?!”
If he hadn’t overheard she and Parthenia’s conversation, Sabine would’ve never told him.
“Let me go.”
“I will if you promise not to do something to my father, Adair! I hate him, he was wrong, but I don’t want to make things worse. I don’t want any of this…please…” she pleaded, eyes glassy with pain.
Against his better judgement Adair blanketed his fiancé snuggly into his chest. Sabine was hurting from much more than the physical pain her father inflicted.
She’d explained her family dynamics a few times, but it was always to a maximum of her discretion.
He knew she hadn’t even scratched the surface.
June 23, 2011
Adair said the best gift he could receive for his birthday was Sabine to become his wife.
So, on the day he was born, they stood before mostly his loved ones, Narri and Parthenia, committing and promising to love one another for the rest of their lives.
The wedding was small, but their future together was so much bigger.
Sabine wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The next morning…
Sabine woke up with a mind-numbing headache and a very sore body.
The only thing she could remember was saying I do.
After that, they partied all night. Adair made sure she had the time of her life.
Sabine, Narri and Parthenia never experienced anything like it.
They’d been going to mixers, galas, weddings; all types of events and they couldn’t recall ever having so much fun.
Sabine was grateful that her new family welcomed her with open arms.
“Hm…” Adair stood over her with a pill and mug. “I know you all fucked up,” he laughed.
“It’s not funny,” Sabine groaned, sluggishly pulling herself up into a seated position. She took whatever it was without question and downed it. “Ew! Is that tomato juice?!”
“Yea, my mom said it helps.”
“Is that why you’re so awake?”
“Oh naw, I does this baby. We used to be up plenty nights when I was younger, partying right with my mom, auntie and they friends.”
“She let you drink?” Sabine asked shocked.
“Mhm…I was doing all types of shit by the time I was sixteen.” Adair flopped down next to her pulling her in close.
They were in his old room at his mother’s house.
Since he had graduated, and Sabine was on summer break and would be transferring out to follow Adair; they’d agreed to stay there until their move to New York.
Since falling out with her parents, Sabine refused to take any more money from her father which Adair insisted that she didn’t need to. He promised to take care of them when they went to New York. Sabine wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, but she trusted him with her life.
“I’m so sore…” Sabine grumbled.
Adair slid his hand under the cover, caressing her naked body. The only thing she wore were the something borrowed pearls that Pam had graciously extended yesterday. The way she took her in, cared, loved and mothered her right along with Adair meant the world to Sabine.
“Now that part, was me,” he cheesed.
“I just know it,” Sabine smiled shaking her head.
“You need to eat somethin’.”
“Huh?”
“Eat, Sabine,” Adair insisted. “I can feel your ribs.”
“What are you trying to say?” she sat up.
“Nothing, I’m just saying, you don’t be eatin’.”
“I eat when I’m hungry.”
“And that seems like never.”
“Wow…” she sat up, moving away from him now annoyed. “Haven’t been married for a good twenty-four hours and already you’ve found something about me that’s a problem.”
“Baby,” Adair scooted over into her personal space, palming her small thigh. “That’s not what I’m saying at all. I love your body; I just want to make sure you’re not starving yourself. You smaller than when I met you.”
“I have been stressed out.”
“I know that, and I’m here to make sure you taking care of yourself whenever I’m not around, that’s it.”
“Okay…” Sabine nodded. Suddenly she could smell the aroma of Pam’s breakfast. “I’m going to go get a plate—” she attempted to get up, but Adair stopped her. “What?”
“I never got the chance to give you your present.”
“What present?”
“Your wedding gift.” Adair got up, going into his closet, returning with a small black box.
She sat up excitedly not knowing what to expect.
“I hope you like it,” he handed it to her, and Sabine wasted no time lifting the top.
She gasped at the beautiful gold love letter note locket with a small heart shaped diamond on the seal.
Lifting the heavy small piece of jewelry, tears instantly pooled her eyes.
Engraved on the note: Through all the noise, I hope my love for you is always louder.
There wedding day was on the back of the locket along with their initials.
“Adair…” Sabine began to ugly cry. “I’m never…ever taking it off. Put it on me.”
“You really like it?”
“Like?” Sabine moved her hair to the side so he could clasp it around her neck. “I love it…it’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten…” she held it in her hand looking down at it. “Thank you, baby,” she peppered several kisses on his lips. “You’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in all of my life.”
“I plan to keep it that way.”
JULY 19, 2011
“Don’t cry, Sabine,” Narri rubbed her back.
“She better cut all that shit out!” Pam exclaimed, sitting a plate of food in front of Sabine. “Now here, feed my grandchild. The hell you thought would happen the way you let my son hump all on your ass day and night!”
“At least you’re pregnant by your husband,” Parthenia shrugged, trying to find the bright side for her sister.
Sabine hadn’t been feeling well and of course Pam who didn’t let her sit in denial and delusion had a stash of pregnancy tests in which five of them proved she was with child. She didn’t know how to feel. She and Adair barely had enough time with just the two of them—now they were expecting a baby.
“You still got insurance, or I need to take you down to the county assistance office?” Pam asked with a notepad in her hand.
“I…yes, I have insurance.”
“Okay,” Pam wrote something down. “We gotta get you to the doctor, make sure everything is all good up in there because you are tiny as hell, Sabine and I know I’m feedin’ you right. My grandbaby probably starvin’ like Marvin.”
“You are getting thinner bestie,” Narri noted.
“I’m sure it’s just the stress,” Parthenia commented, knowing the reason behind her sister’s significant weight loss because she too had a difficult relationship with food.
“Stress about what? Y’alls bougie ass momma and daddy! Don’t let them uppity ass people stress my grandbaby out! Eat!” Pam pointed to the food in front of her.
Sabine blew her breath, picking up the fork, annoyed that everyone seemed to comment on her weight a lot lately.
“I’m fine.”
“Mhm…” Pam pursed her lips. “We’ll see about that.”
Adair and Tate came through the door making a bunch of noise. They’d obviously just come back from the basketball court as they were sweaty and without shirts.