𝐎𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 ᥫ᭡

XLIII

Omniscient
Wedding Day

"How my ass look?" N'laisah models in her wedding dress.

"It's giving Ari's BBL!" Dee hypes her best friend up.

"You can see it through the dress right?" She asks.

"Girl it's hard to NOT notice." Dee nods.

"My lashes glued in the corners of my eyes right?" She faces Dee and closes her eyes.

"Yup, dem hoes look like they coming clean out the lid."

"Oh my Gaws. A real nigga bout to get marrrriiieeeddd." N'laisah faces the full body mirror.

"Yes you are and you gone be an amazing wife." Dee hugs her side.

"Youn think me and Amari are rushing it. Like what if it's too soon and-" She starts to panic.

"Look at me. You gone be fine. Stop stressing about things, I know y'all gon last."

"You right, you right." She nods.

"Imma go check on my brother, aight?" Dee asks.

"Yea, I need to get myself together anyways." She waves her off.

N'laisah's phone rings making her grab it off of the table.

"I need to silence this." She mumbles, accepting the call from the unsaved number.

"Hello? Is this N'laisah Olsen?" A middle aged man asks her.

"... Yea?" She answers skeptically.

"This is your doctor's office letting you know your results from the other day." He says.

"So am I?" She asks.

"Well... the results were unclear. We need another sample." He states making her groan.

Meanwhile

"Hey, how y'all doing?" Dee asks walking into the groom's dressing room.

"This nigga nervous." Chubby answers.

"How you a hood nigga but you nervous? Don't you kill people?" She asks.

"Shut up Deeja." Amari responses, already irritated with her.

His sister smacks her teeth at his remark.

"How's N'laisah tho?" He asks with concern.

"Anxious, just like you. She getting her self together and imma get y'all together. Men can't do things right, y'all need to be supervised." She sits down in a random chair.

"You ready? We got to walk out there soon." Chubby says.

"Yea." Amari stands up and observes himself one last time.

"Where's Nunu?" Dee asks.

"Oh he went to N'laisah's dressing room." Chubby shrugs.

"Why?" She asks confused.

"He walking her down the isle." Amari smiles.

N'laisah didn't have anyone else and Nunu is the closet person she has to a brother.

When she asked him to walk her down the isle he nearly broke down in pimp tears.

Back in N'laisah's dressing room...

"You ready?" Nunu asks her.

"Oh shit. Okay, I'm ready." She nods.

They link arms and walk to the isle. Slowly and gracefully they walk the isle together.