Epilogue #3
I thought that I would be a hot girl forever.
Tank sat my ass down, and I enjoyed every second about it.
Along with me becoming a mom, and a wife, which were two things that I didn’t see, I also shocked myself when I became a business owner.
It was one thing to be a business owner, but it was another thing to have a successful business, and baby, I had both.
The Henry collection was doing amazing. The influx of orders that I was still getting every day, was proof that God was real.
The big collabs that I’ve been doing, working with luxury interior designers, wanting my brand to be something that their clients and customers slept on, was proof again that God heard me when I told Him that I wanted the Henry collection to be big.
I had so many big ideas when it was time for me to go back to work. I had an amazing team that was handling everything in my absence. I wanted to soak up these first few months with my baby because I knew that it all went by so fast.
My relationship with my dad was so beautiful.
I love that man so much that I can start crying right now.
Hands down the best father in the world.
That plan that he came home with, he stuck to it.
My mom and I made a pact that we would never tell him about what Torrence had done to me.
It wasn’t her that told me to do that. She just ultimately agreed.
It wouldn’t end well, and we both loved him far too much to tell him, having him risk his freedom, and now his ass is back in prison.
Speaking of Torrence, Tank heard from his grandma that he was having a terrible time in prison. Hearing that was great news to me. I hope that his ass was tortured until the day he died.
Our lives were peaceful these days. No drama for the most part.
It’s rumored that Garrus was getting ready to sell his business, but I don’t know how true that is.
I haven’t seen Garrus in a while. He’s been quiet.
His son never came back, and tried to start any more mess, which was good on his part.
I didn’t have to deal with anymore of Tank’s old hoes, either.
We broke the entire internet on social media the day that we posted our wedding pictures.
Millions of shares, and I’m sure all his old hoes were sending it around, wondering why it was me, and not them.
I really got the man and turned him into everything that he thought he would never be.
My relationship with my dad’s side had progressed so much. I was much closer with my grandmother these days, and I truly cherished our relationship.
I thought about Bagel often. A cute, puppy commercial came on the other day, and it really had me missing my baby.
Tank asked me if I was ready for another puppy, but for now, I think I was good.
For sure, I would want another puppy one day, but just not now.
I was still a little traumatized on what Garrus, and his dumb ass cousin did to my dog.
Tank’s businesses were still doing good.
His new lounge/ smoke shop in Cali was set to open next month, so that’ll be a big event, where we’ll fly out for the grand opening.
I knew it was going to break my heart when we left lil Tank with my parents while we took that trip because I haven’t been away from him yet.
Tank and I haven’t even taken our honeymoon yet, due to me not wanting to leave my baby behind.
I wasn’t tripping about it though because every day with this man still felt like a honeymoon.
My sisters were doing good. Free was still the coldest tattoo artist in the game.
June had baby fever ever since lil Tank arrived, so he’s been on my sister heavy about wanting a son.
My sister loved her husband, so I knew it wouldn’t be too long before she told me she was pregnant.
Tommie was still crazy ass Tommie, working my nerves every chance she got.
Tailynn, and Tru were both good as well, killing shit in school.
Liberty was getting so big, and she loved her herself some lil Tank.
She couldn’t wait until he was old enough to start running around the house and playing with her.
Blake was still the boss bitch that she was, working back and forth between New York, and Miami.
She was the best god mother to my son. She loved him like she birthed him.
Blake was still the spokesperson for saying that she didn’t want a nigga, yet, she didn’t miss an opportunity to get her back blown out by Kendrix, who was her on, and off again fling.
I wanted my girl to sit down and settle down along with me.
Maybe it just took her finding the right one that’ll change her thought process. Hell, look how it happened with me.
My parents were in the honeymoon stages right along with Tank, and I.
Chile, they were in love. Tommie would call me to piss me off by saying that she believed our mom was going to give my dad a baby.
I’m telling you, if she called me, telling me that she was pregnant, I might just crash out on her ass.
She needed to sit her ass down, for real.
“What you thinking about?” Tank asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at him with a smile.
“Everything. How far we’ve come. Everything we’ve been through these past couple of years,” I shared.
“Shit, that ride was rough. Huh?” he asked, and I laughed.
“That’s putting it mildly, baby,” I joked.
“Look what we got out of it though,” he said, lifting my left hand, that I wasn’t using to cradle lil Tank, showing me my ring. After doing that, he pointed at our baby too.
“I never said that the ride wasn’t worth it though,” I had to throw in.
“I told you it would be worth it from day one,” he casually said, leaning back in the chair.
“I love you,” I cooed.
When I tell this man that I love him, I’m never saying it just to say it. God, I meant it. I mean it from the depths of my soul. This man made me face my trauma. This man made me tell my sisters, my mom, my grandma, and my best friend the very thing that I swore I would take to the grave.
In the past, I would run from the issues that I had.
Tank cornered me in that trauma, making me call out everyone that ever did me wrong, and forced me to unbury it.
It was hard. God, it was so hard, but I got through it.
For that, just know when I issue those three words to him, I mean it every single time.
“I love you more, baby,” he sealed it, leaving it at that.
I loved this love. This love that I swore wasn’t supposed to be mine, turned out to be something that fit like it always belonged.
THE END!