Page 92 of Father of the Bride
Mark chuckled. “The mess ain’t even yours. All of this,” he gestured wildly with his hands. “It’s our fault. We’re the messy ones. Yall got your heads on straight.”
He looked right at Davion. “On the boat. I told you I know a good woman when I see one. Remember that?”
Davion nodded.
“You agreed with me. You said you know a good woman, too. And what I’m telling you, Dav, is that you gotta hold on when you get one. You might not get another chance.”
He and Sunny locked eyes, exchanging a look so soft and intense, Brooklyn groaned and pulled the blanket over her head.
“Ugh. Stop looking at each other like that.”
“Please,” Davion agreed.
The two couples sat in silence for a moment until Mark cleared his throat.
“Alright. Here’s how it’s gonna be.” His voice was sharp with frustration. “I done shelled out a significant amount of money on this damn wedding.Somebody’sgetting married today.”
“Kez,” Sunny warned.
“Nah. Six figures.Six.” He stood and gently pulled the cover off Brooklyn. “Young lady, are you listening to me?”
“Daddy, I heard you.”
“Cool. Get on up and start getting ready. Somebody’s walking down that damn aisle.”
His eyes shifted over to Sunny, his eyebrows raising slowly, eyes glinting.
It took her a minute to realize. “Wait.”
He smiled.
“No,” she said firmly.”
“Why not?” he challenged. “It ain’t gotta be them.”
Sunny scoffed. “That’s your problem, Kez. You’re either rigid and meticulously planned, or you’re completely unhinged. There’s no in between with you.”
Brooklyn giggled softly. “Read, Ms. Sunny.”
His gaze stayed locked on the love of his life. “Are you saying no? I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time, but I need to know.”
“You didn’t propose back then,” Sunny laughed. “And you’re not proposing now. Where’s my ring?”
Mark smirked as he stood to his feet. “Yall are welcome to stay in here and talk amongst yourselves. Figure out who’s doing what. I’ll be in my room being unhinged, I suppose.”
When the door closed behind him, the three looked at each other, barely able to hide their smiles.
“He’s so…different around you,” Davion said. “I’ve been around that man plenty over the last couple of years and I’ve never seen that side of him.”
“He loves her,” Brooklyn said softly. “He must feel safe enough to let the other parts of himself show.”
Davion cupped Brooklyn’s chin, staring lovingly into her eyes. “That’s how you make me feel.”
She smiled.
“I know I ain’t been at my best these past few days, but you’ve been loving me anyway. You just don’t understand how much I appreciate that.”
“I’ll always love you anyway,” she said. “That’s my job. That’s what a good wife does.”
