one shots

crush | pt. 15 | finale

"This is happening. This is really happening," my anxiety was high, my palms were sweating, and my emotions were stuck in a tornado.

"Isn't it exciting? Nasira David. That has a nice ring to it," my mother was grinning in my face while fluffing my veil for no apparent reason.
"Yeah, it does," I smiled uneasily.
"Come on, Nas! Don't tell me you're getting cold feet," Miracle, my maid of honor, smiled.
"Yeah, you better not be second-guessin' anything," Jayla added.

"No! No, this is exactly what I want to do. It's just. . . who would've thought?" I shook my head with a grin.
Mira, Jayla, and my mother hugged me tightly and gushed about how this has been a long time coming and that they somehow knew Genesis and I would get married, one day.

I was sitting in a robe, waiting for the makeup artist to arrive. Everyone had their dresses on already and were adding finishing touches whereas, I was gazing out of the window. Down below was Genesis' parents' backyard, decorated beautifully with teal, green, and white. I could spot everyone getting seated and the pastor talking with Jazz, who was dressed in a teal suit with a white button down. Meanwhile, Genesis' mother and my father greeted people and conversed with family.

There was a soft knock at the door, and only a few seconds later, a beat began to be made on the door.

"You already know who that is," Miracle rolled her eyes before opening the door.

"What do you want, Jay?" she asked.
"I want the bride to come out here and have a talk with her soon-to-be husband," he replied.
"No! That's bad luck, Jay," Miracle shook her head.
"Yeah, it is. Now, go on and get ready to stand at the altar," my mother shooed Jay off.

I rolled my eyes, standing from my seat as they closed the door in his face.

"Come on, guys. I haven't seen Genesis in a week. Let me--"
"You'll see him in less than two hours. You'll be fine," my mother patted my shoulder.
"Mama, I don't have anything on, so it's not like I'll be spoiling anything. I don't even have my face made up," I shrugged.

"I don't care," my mother shook her head.
I sighed deeply while my makeup artist finally arrived.

While she was getting everything set up, I decided to sneak out and see G. I told everyone that I needed to use the restroom, and with that, I went on the opposite side of the home, where I knew most of the groomsmen were.

"Whoa, whoa, missy. Where do you think you're going?" G's father halted me.
"To see Genesis," I answered.
"Oh, no no no. That's bad luck," he shook his head.
"But--"

"Nope. Let's go," he began leading me toward the side that I originally came from.

After that, I felt like there was absolutely no way I'd be able to see him. If I couldn't physically see him, I wanted to at least talk to him. I'm sure that he was feeling the same way that I was, and I needed his reassurance. I had no doubts about marrying him, I just. . . I don't know. I really needed to talk to him.

Once I was in front of my "dressing room" which was actually Skylar's room, Genesis' father walked off with a hug and a smile. However, before I could face the door and open it, I felt my free hand being taken into another.

I was pulled into the bathroom, where I came face to face with my husband to be. He quickly closed and locked the door before looking down at me with a smile. He was only wearing his slacks and a wife beater, his muscles seeming to naturally flex underneath the thin, white material.

"Don't you know that it's bad luck for us to see each other right now?" I bit my lip at him.
"How bad could it be if a couple that didn't see each other before the wedding still ended up getting divorced?" he smirked, stepping closer toward me.