"I-i-is—you want to marry me?"
"More than my next breath. God saw me struggling and sent the sweetest, most patient person I could have ever asked for. You make me feel seen and appreciated while giving me a reason to push through my hardest days. My greatest reward after a devastating life is spending what's left of it with you. Will you marry me, Onesti?"
"Great answer, son," Pop Layton co-signs, causing me to return to the conversation.
The response wasn't an answer or something I said without merit. I'm moving on Onesti's time because had it been up to me, I would have married her before we left Aruba. Upon receiving Onesti's yes, my goofy yet happy ass started dancing like Will Smith and Tatiana Ali. After a minute or so, Onesti started recording me, stating it could be useful sometime in the future because I had two left feet, which had me looking foolish. Yet, I was too caught up in my excitement to care one way or another… I was about to lock down my sweet baby.
* * *
Pumping gas after leaving the restaurant, I bob to the Tye Tribbett song flowing from the speakers through the crack in Onesti's passenger window.
"Oh shoot. Look, bae. Look," Onesti whisper-yells while pointing, causing me to turn in the direction she's aiming.
Seeing Onesti's lame ex and two women has me quickly jiggling the pump handle and putting it back in its holder. Twisting my cap in place faster than my mom after one of her binges, I speed walk to the driver's side. Starting the vehicle, I lower all the windows and cross my eyes with my ears on alert. Luckily, no one is waiting for the pump I'm at because I need all this tea.
"Who are those women with the douchebag?" I ask.
"The woman he married while dating me and Montana, whose birth name fits along the lines of yours and Roy's gender," Onesti informs me, and my eyes dart toward her with my mouth gaping.
"No shit? Your boy gets down li?—"
"Why the hell is she coming to my job talking about you and her having a situationship that I need to respect, Roy?" non-Montana asks, pointing her finger in the idiot's face.
"I-I bae, I-I-don't k-know," douchebag stutters.
"A stuttering nigga is a lying one, sweetheart. Listen, I don't want to do anything but keep this man in the rotation because he services me better than the rest of my roster," Montana interjects with a roll of her neck.
"Services you? What the fuck is she talking about, Roy? I know you ain't eating random pussy," non-Montana snaps.
"Does she have equipment like you, sweet baby?" I ask without taking my eyes off the commotion.
"Mhm, although she didn't initially, which makes me think I dodged a bullet," Onesti confirms.
"You better worry about the fact that your husband enjoys being pegged, honey," Montana adds before all hell breaks loose.
Non-Montana starts swinging her purse, hitting the douchebag like the object is a dumbbell. Any and everywhere she can land a hit, non-Montana does so with tears falling heavily. Meanwhile, Montana struts away calmly like she hasn't just blown up a marriage.
"See, that could have been you. Aren't you glad you were lucky enough to have me save you from a life of secrets and pegging? I saw the hopeful look of a second chance in buddy's eyes at the coffee shop that day." Smirking, I roll up the windows, start the vehicle, and pull out of the gas station, heading home.
"Asaiah, please. The only thing being pegged in our house will be the screws in the crib you'll be putting together in six months or so."
The wheel jerks, and I damn near jump the curb when Onesti's words materialize in my brain. My eyes land on Onesti and become saucers upon seeing Onesti holding a positive pregnancy test.
"Oh shit! You're having my baby?" My words are rhetorical from the evidence in Onesti's hands. Yet, the beaming and twinkling gaze in her eyes confirms what her mouth speaks a second later.
"I am."
Time stands still, and fireworks explode in my chest, because I didn't expect anything despite Onesti's increased juices in Aruba. Knowing that God is honoring me with a two-fold blessing, that is, Onesti and our child, has brought blinding tears cascading down my face.
"Wow. Thank you for loving me more than I expected, more than I deserve, more than I ever thought possible. Most of all, thank you for coming into my life. I love you, sweet baby."
"I'll only believe you're being honest if you hurry home so we can consummate our blessing and our future," Onesti says in a sultry voice, and my dick does the percolator in my pants, accepting her challenge.
"Say less, sweet baby."
The End!
