Page 47 of Surrender

“It is, but Kachelle has never been one to do people like they do her. Her heart ain’t built like that. Me? I don’t give a fuck.”

Jesse slapped her five. “Period!”

“I said what you wouldn’t, and she heard me loud and clear. That might be your sister, but she knows how I’m coming about you. I’m not saying I punked her, but she didn’t want any problems.”

Now I really felt bad that I left her out of the marriage process. Knowing Myra, she would have addressed every person in the room who had a sour look on their faces. Hell, she probably would have squared up with a few too.

“I like you,” Jess said, tipping her drink to Myra. “You seem like you stand on business.”

“Always boo. That’s why I’m so upset that your sister-in-law kept me in the dark.”

I hung my head. “I’m sorry, Myra.”

“I know you are. I’m not gonna hold it over your head forever, but you will know when I feel hurt about it. I love you, and the next time you doubt my support for you, it’s on and poppin’.”

She kissed my cheek, then pulled me in for a hug.

“Awww!” Jessa cooed. “I feel like the little sister watching my big sister get in trouble by the bigger sister.”

We both looked at her and laughed. The server returned with our liquor and let us know the wings would be out shortly before she left again.

Myra cleared her throat and picked up a shot. “Alright! Enough mushy shit. We are celebrating my girl and her nuptials. Chelly… you are most deserving of love. You have one of the purest hearts I’ve ever seen. You’re sweet, funny, smart as hell, and a badass bitch. Even though you left me on this single train by myself, Jacob is lucky to have you. I’ve only just met him, and I can tell he adores you already. I pray that you two have a long, happy, healthy marriage that will birth me a shit load of beautiful godbabies. I speak love and blessings over you in abundance. May your love grow stronger, your ass get fatter, and your coochie stay wet.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as we clinked our glasses and took the shots to the head. The DJ started playing “Wanna Be” my GloRilla and Megan Thee Stallion, and I swear every female in the lounge was rapping along. At that point, it was fuck the wings. We downed every shot on the table and moved to the dance floor.

Jessa was dancing on Myra while Myra was dancing on me. Ass was thrown in a circle. Ratchet shit was happening all over the dance floor. We went from dancing to drinking to dancing some more. At one point, all three of us were standing barefoot on the seat in our little VIP, drunk and lit as hell.

By two a.m., I was done. We were all tore the fuck up. Drunkenly, I sent Jacob a text to come get us. He must have been waiting because he let me know that he was outside and making his way in. Not even five minutes later, he walked his fine ass over to us shaking his head.

“Hey, baby!” I squealed, jumping into his arms.

He caught me effortlessly. “You good?” he asked with a grin.

I stroked his cheek with my fingernail. “I am wonderful. I feel fabulous!”

“I bet you do.” He grabbed my shoes from the floor, never faltering in holding me up. “Let me get y’all home. None of y’all better throw up in my shit, either.”

Jessa kissed her teeth. “We can hold our liquor,” she slurred, stumbling a little.

“Your ass is gonna hit the floor. Give me your hand.”

“Sir, yes sir!” she said.

She gave him a stern salute and then broke into laughter with Myra cackling behind her. Jacob shook his head as he reached for her hand, and she reached for Myra’s. He made his way through the crowd carrying me as though I were featherweight.

People watched as he led the three of us out of the club. A few of them whispered and pointed.

“It’s okay!” I yelled. “He’s my husband! See!”

I held up my wedding ring and that caused Jessa and Myra to fall into yet another fit of giggles. When we finally made it out to his truck, he placed me in the front seat and strapped me in. Jessa and Myra was falling over each other trying to get in the back seat.

He chuckled as he moved to help them both. When he finally got in the truck, Jessa had connected her phone to the Bluetooth and put on “No Panties” by Latto. As soon as she started rapping and dancing, he turned it off.

“Hell no! Sitcho’ ass back and chill. The turn-up is over. Turn yo ass down.”

Once again, she and Myra were cackling. Jacob shook his head as he pulled into traffic. The ride back to my apartment fell silent about ten minutes in. When I looked back, I found both of my girls knocked out.

“Finally,” Jacob mumbled.