Chapter 4 Zo #2
“Preciate you, baby. Let me sample everything because I made plans for us for tonight.” I didn’t mean to disregard her effort, but I had already planned the whole night for the proposal.
“Zohan Richardson, I’ve been standing on my feet for over six hours, cooking for you. I don’t care if we have to stuff gravy and chicken in our damn pockets. Okay? You’re eating this tonight.” She snapped with her arms folded.
I shook my head at her; Remy was sweet as fuck in every way. Soft spoken, girly, long nails, always put together. But don’t let her looks fool you. I loved that she didn’t take shit from anybody. Rem wouldn’t hesitate to check you if you had her fucked up. Me included.
“Baby, fix me some food so I can taste what you cooked,” I doubled down. Not paying attention to her attitude. I didn’t want to be arguing with her, especially not leading into tonight.
She walked around the kitchen, opened the pots and pans, and slammed the food on the plate. Every time she put something different on it, I could hear the metal spoon slap against the glass, and I had to fight to hold it together and not laugh at her ass.
She came over to me, put the plate in front of me, dropped the fork, and turned around. I caught her wrist.
“Remy, if I gotta eat the attitude that came with this plate, you can take this shit back, Shorty,” I chuckled at her knowing I was getting under her skin.
She broke character and burst into laughter, “You are such an asshole,” she slapped my arm playfully as I pulled her into my lap and kissed her cheek.
I tasted the food that she made, and I was surprised that it actually tasted just like my mom’s cooking. She had taught me this same recipe, and every time I made it for myself, it never hit the same, but Rem’s food tasted just like it.
“This is fire, Ma.” I complimented her as I bit into the plantain and rubbed her leg.
“I know, I got it from the source.” She bragged as she got off my lap and fixed herself a small plate of it.
She sat across from me and started a conversation like she just wasn’t ready to whoop my ass about not wanting to eat her food, but I let her make it.
“I had a meeting with Trouble, Jax, and Judah today,” I said as I scooped up some of the chicken and ate it. The food was so damn good that as soon as we got up from the table, I was going to cancel our dinner plans for real.
“How did that go?” she asked, glancing up from her plate.
“They promoted Sanchez and me to underbosses,” I informed her.
“Baby! That’s good! Congratulations! We need to do something to celebrate,” she smiled with a plantain in her hand.
“You cool with that? I’m going to be gone a lot more.” I asked her for her opinion. Although we hadn’t moved in together just yet, we had made our relationship official months ago.
“Yeah, it’s not fine, but it’s fine. We made it work back then, I’m sure we can make it work now.” She said as she gave me this big, silly ass grin.
I finished the plate, and she washed the dishes while I got out my work attire and got ready for the night ahead.
Remy came into the shower as I was getting out to get dressed.
It was a time in my life when I could never see myself proposing to any woman.
But now, I couldn’t imagine her walking around without my last name attached to her.
I wasn’t even nervous; I knew she’d say yeah.
That’s why it never worked out with those other niggas, cause Remy was made for me.
“What color are you wearing tonight, Zohan?” She peeked her head out of the closet and looked at me as I walked around in my boxers.
“Blue,” I answered her.
“I think I can match that. You know I don’t have all my clothes here,” she said as she went to the space that she had made in my closet, and I heard the hangers sliding from side to side.
I walked into the closet behind her, and she turned and grabbed my dick. I chuckled, grabbed her hand, and looked her dead in the eye. “If you don’t want to get fucked in here, stop playing with me.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good dick.” She said with her eyebrow raised, making me shake my head at her crazy ass.
“Man, hurry up, Shorty.” I grabbed my clothes and started to throw them on. It was almost time for us to be down at the helipad, and she was trying to distract me.
We made it there without a moment to spare.
“We’re going on a helicopter ride?” She asked in confusion.
“Yeah,” I said as she shrugged and grabbed my hand. Every week for the last four or five months, Rem and I had been having a date night. I knew that she probably thought that this was just a regular night I had planned.
“You think they’d let me fly it?” She asked, eyes wide.
“Hell nah, Ma,” I said as I grabbed her hand and guided her toward the helicopter that sat waiting for us.
The guy gave her a tour of New York City, pointing out key places in the city's history. Meanwhile, I was texting the entire time, making sure that everything was set in place.
“He’s ready,” I told the pilot through our headset, who then turned in a circle and started flying in the other direction.
“And over here to the left, Miss Remy, is our fireworks show that we have curated especially for you tonight.” He said as he continued circling until he found the spot he was supposed to be at.
Once the fireworks show started, I pulled Rem to me as the words lit up the entire New York Sky. “Will You Marry Me, Remy?”
She put her head in her lap, and I wound up taking off my headset, bringing her into me and kissing her temple. She was crying hard as hell, but she hadn’t given me an answer.
“You gone marry me?” I asked as I pulled the ring from my pocket and grabbed her hand. She nodded yes, but never lifted her head as I slid the ring on her finger.
I brought her head up so her eyes could meet mine; her whole face was wet with tears, and I knew that it was a lot more behind them. I brought her into me and kissed her as she hugged me.
“Put your headset back on, Ma,” I handed it to her and kissed her again.
“Miss Remy, did you say yes?” The pilot asked her.
“Yes,” She said, her voice cracking through the speaker as I rubbed her hand.
“Great. Mr. Richardson wants to know if you’ll marry him right now. In the sky underneath the stars.” She started crying again. Up until this point, I had never seen her cry. But the way she was so emotional about it was fucking with me.
“Yes,” she said again as the pilot went through a script.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You left the ground as a couple, and you’re landing as husband and wife. Congratulations.” He said back through the headset.
I pulled her into me and kissed her and told her I loved her a million times. When Jax described Kenn as his heartbeat a couple of months back, I heard him, but I couldn’t relate. Now, I knew exactly what that felt like.
“I love you so much, Zohan, thank you for always listening.” She sniffled as she lay on my chest. Remy had told me that she didn’t want the mafia to officiate her marriage. I gave her that, when we finally took those blood oaths in front of the mafia officiant, we would already be married.
We went back toward the helipad, and everyone was there to celebrate what they thought was our engagement.
Her parents, her sister, the JMF, everyone was there waiting by the time we landed.
How we crossed paths was crazy. But Remy had officially become my wife, and if I was ready to kill about her then, I was ready to die about her now.