Page 33 of This Is Law 3

“Just being out here with you, I feel like everything that we’ve been through just kind of came at me full circle.

We’ve been through so much together, Sevyn.

So many memories since I was six years old.

Despite all the things that we’ve been through, your still here with me.

I know that I haven’t been easy to deal with over the years.

I feel like I gave you the worst version of me after we lost Sarai.

When I think back to that time of our life, you were always there, even when mentally, I wasn’t.

I pushed you away and even went as far as asking for a divorce and actually following through with it.

I see how much you love me. I see how much you worship the ground that I walk on, so I guess a piece of me just feels guilty, you know?

Guilty that I ever filed for divorce. Guilty that I chose to walk away,” her voice cracked when she finished, and two lone tears fell from her eyes.

She was biting down on her lip, as if she was trying to fight back the other tears.

I took one hand off her ass, and I put it up under her chin, so that I could lift her head, and make her look at me. Because of shame, she’d dropped her head.

“Don’t do that, aight? The last thing I want you to ever do is be angry at yourself because of some shit that happened in the past. At the time, damn right I was mad that you chose to walk away, and break up our family, but when I think about the shit now, you did what you was supposed to do back then.

You wasn’t the best version of yourself after Sarai, and I remember you always telling me how you never wanted our children growing up in a toxic environment, so I fully understand why you chose to walk away.

We were in such a fucked-up place back then, Ya.

I did shit that was wrong. I should have never went out and fucked them bitches, even though you gave me the greenlight because I truly believe that that hurt is what really had you sending me those divorce papers.

I’m not dwelling on the past though because I’m so stuck on what’s happening now, and our future.

You about to give me twin babies. Shit, that right there has completed me because I know how hell bent you were on not having any more children.

All the fucked up shit we been through but look where it brought us.

Right here on this boat. I’m standing in front of the prettiest girl in the whole damn world.

Me, and you are closer than we’ve ever been.

Stronger than we’ve ever been, and I know that because of the therapy, and the growth.

Fuck what happened in the past, aight?” I finished, and she nodded her head, and she eventually gave me that kiss that I had been yearning for.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we engaged in a nice, passionate tongue kiss. The kind that had my dick trying to burst out of the slacks that I was wearing.

She eventually pulled her head away from the kiss, and she laid her head on my chest.

“Let’s go to the courthouse when we get back home, and get married again,” I blurted two minutes later. She picked her head up from my chest, looked at me, and she laughed.

“Sevyn, that’s toxiccccc,” she whined.

“It ain’t toxic. It’s different. Our love story not supposed to be like everyone else. Our shit going to go down in history books. You going to come to the courthouse with me, or you scared?” I wanted to know, and she smiled.

“Ima go with you. I’m glad that this is what we agreed on because I didn’t want an actual ceremony again. You going to get me a new ring, or you want me to bring the old one?” she asked, down for this shit right along with me.

“Nah. Ima get you a new one. Something bigger, with more diamonds. Your other ring was for the last marriage. This ring gotta be for the new one. Ay, this going to be the last time. We not getting divorced again, yo. We got a problem, we just going to have to learn to work through that motha fucka and take our asses back to therapy. We wasted so much fuckin time and money going to court, only for us to get back together,” I spat, and like I was telling jokes, she was cracking up.

In the end, she shoved me and playfully rolled her eyes at me.

“Get rid of that condo too. I want it put on the market when we go back home,” she got serious all of a sudden.

“Damn. Why I gotta get rid of the bachelor pad baby? Having that shit was lit,” I fucked with her.

“I’m not playing with you, Sevyn. You either sell it, or you rent it out, but you’re not keeping it. I don’t know the hoes you brought there, and fucked,” she removed her arms from around my neck.

“Here you go. I swear I never brought bitches over there. That’s where I laid my head, and where the boys would lay their head on the days that they came over.

The only fuckin that was taking place at that condo is when you would sneak out of our million-dollar mansion with your spend the night bag and get cracked a few times a week.

That shit was lit. It felt like our teenage years when you used to sneak out your mama crib to come next door to my room.

I had you doing shit that your mama would have killed your ass for,” I joked, hitting her on her ass, and she laughed because she knew it was true.

“Sell that condo Sevyn. I’m not playing,” she was adamant about that. She walked away after that.

“I got you baby. Ima start the process when we get home. You really think you run shit, don’t you?” I asked her, pulling her arm, so that she could come back to me.

“Sevyn, stopppp. I’m trying to see if the food is ready. I’m starving,” she whined.

“Damn. I can’t grab on, and be obsessed with my wife?” I wanted to know, and she smiled.

She stayed hugged up with me for a couple of minutes, and then I let her go, so that she could lead the way downstairs, back onto the main deck.

I wanted to continue our night with good vibes, romance, and good food.

I also needed to pick her brain a little bit about the kind of ring that she wanted, so that I could go ahead, and purchase it when we made it back home.