Chapter 8
WONDER
To celebrate our marriage, Wilde’s grandmother offered to keep the kids. We told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted. We decided to do dinner at a nice steakhouse. It would have been nice if I could have had champagne, but it wasn’t the end of the world since I couldn’t.
“You want to have a gender reveal?” Wilde questioned.
“Not really,” I shrugged. “They’re cute and all but that’s just another reason to spend money. I can find out the old-fashioned way. When I get the ultrasound.”
“You don’t think we can afford a gender reveal?” Wilde questioned making me chuckle.
“Hell no I don’t think that. You could be Bill Gates, and I’d still say we could spend that money on something else.
I don’t even really want a baby shower. This is my second time around, and I want things more chill and laid back.
Planning the reception and running in behind two kids will keep me more than occupied. ”
Wilde bobbed his head. I knew since he was no longer engaging in illegal activities, that he worried about his money drying up.
My accounts were good so if anything happened, and he couldn’t hold us down, I could do so for at least a year if not two.
His phone screen lit up, and he glanced over at it.
It was after business hours, and it was his personal phone, so he didn’t hesitate to take a peek.
I watched as his brows furrowed. With a confused expression, Wilde picked the phone up and unlocked it.
My food was so damn good, I took my time chewing the delicious shrimp while observing my husband. Damn. My husband.
“Yo,” he stated slowly while looking more perplexed than ever.
“This shit has got to be cap. I got a DM from a nigga, and his page says he’s a movie producer.
I go to the joint and dude has over 600,000 followers.
Looking at his posts, he has indeed directed movies that are showing on Tubi, Prime, Zeus, and a few other platforms.”
I sat up in my seat. “What did the dm say?”
“That he’d be interested in working with me to turn a few of my books into either movies or television shows.” His head finally lifted, and he looked at me in awe. “This can’t be legit.”
“Message him back and see.” I urged. I knew a person couldn’t believe everything they saw on the internet, but if his page looked legit prayerfully the message was too.
I could understand Wilde not wanting to get his hopes up. I wanted success so badly for my man because he put his family first and left the fast money alone no matter how uncomfortable it was for him. I’d always appreciate him for that.
I smiled as his fingers typed a response. Wilde placed the phone down and chuckled. “Don’t get excited, G. You know people be full of shit. I’m not thirsty enough to hand my shit over for pennies or on some dumb shit.”
I bobbed my head. “And whatever you do, I’ll support it. But this is big. At least smile.”
“I’ll smile when I see that it’s real with no strings or bullshit attached.”
“See,” I danced in my seat. “Wifing me is bringing you good luck already.”
“My luck has been good since the day I blackmailed your pretty ass.”