𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔 ৎ୭

LXIX

Mercedes April Harris
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

"It's so beautiful." I admire my custom wedding ring.

"You like it?" D asks with his head buried in my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I designed it so of course." I chuckle.

"When we gone tell people we married." He mumbles.

"Whenever they ask." I shrug.

"Aight."

"Look at yours." I point at it.

"It's cold, they did they shit." He nods.

"Y'all take cash?" I ask the jeweler.

"Yes and your deposit will be returned to your account 4-12 business days after your payment." The guy says.

D empties 60 thousand out of his backpack on the counter in front of him and the jeweler puts the money marker on it, making sure the money is real.

"Thank you." I say putting our ring boxes in the backpack.

"If you tired I can drive." I say as he opens the door for me.

"You gotcho license unsuspended?" He asks.

"Yes." I lie.

"We might die but I'm tired as a bitch." He hands me the keys to his new hellcat making me smile.

"Where we going?" He asks.

"Tattoo shop." I smile.

"Why?" He asks, opening the driver's door for me before going back to the passenger's side.

"You getting my name in bold on yo neck." I say, sitting down.

"When did we decide this?" He twists his hair with his finger.

"Now." I start driving towards the place I looked up.

"I can't have my hoes seeing that." He mumbles, reclining his seat all the way back.

"SAY I WON'T DRIVE THIS CAR INTO A FUCKING OCEAN!" I scream.

"You get pissed off so much easier na." He laughs.

"Fuck you." I say under my breath.

"Get off yo phone Mercedes." He sighs.

"I'm just texting Moonshine." I mumble glancing between my phone and the road.

"Use voice message assum, you making my anxiety rise." He shakes his head.

"If you crash my new hellcat I'm beating yo ass Mercedes." He looks at me through the mirror.

"I'm not, chill." I send the message and put my phone in the cupholder.

...

"Why my rims scraped up?" He squats down to examine it.

"That was there before I even drove it." I shrug.

"See this why ion letchu drive my shit." He snatches his keys back.

"The sidewalk was too close to the road when I turned." I plead.

"You not driving my car no mo." He opens the door to the tattoo shop.

"I'm yo wife nigga." I mug him.

"Yup, still ain't driving my shit no mo."

"I can't never have shit." I mumble, walking in.

I sign in since I made the appointment already. I selected the font of the tattoo as well.