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was surprised he asked me to be his best man. I mean I know we have gotten close over the years especially since we had a common interest. Our girls were best friends but deep down I don’t feel like I deserve it. I feel like Viper should be up here instead. But Viper says Tank picked me because he knew Viper would tell him to fuck off. Yeah if you can’t tell he isn’t that lovey dovey about these things. So once all that was settled I accepted and threw him one hell of a bachelor party. Can’t have a good man like Tank get married and not send him off the right way.
The music starts. That’s our que. I turn and look at Tank. “You ready man?”
He smiles and relaxes a little “Fuck yeah.” Before he starts to walk over to where the alter is set with all his guest I grab a hold of his arm
“Tank I just want to give you one last chance. Are you sure you are ready for this? No one gave me a chance to have a second thought and I wish they did. So this is me giving it to you. You say the word and we will get the fuck out of here.”
He shakes his head no “Thanks Toni. Really. I appreciate it. But no I am ready. Monica is my one and only. I have been waiting for her my entire life. I am ready for her to become officially mine.”
“Fuck yeah man then let’s go.” I go to walk but he stops me this time.
“Toni before this gets started I just want you to know I love you Brother. Just remember that ok.”
“Love you too. Now let’s go get you married.” I say ushering him along. Monica will freak if we delay her any longer. But I am taken back by him telling me that. He has something up his sleeve and eventually I will get it out of him what he is up to.
When we walk up to the front of the crowd everyone starts to holler. I know not your type response at a wedding but getting married to men like us doesn’t get you a church service and a Cinderella ending. It gets you loud men hollering and cheering, your wedding is outside on the grounds of the club house, and men standing at the alter with their cuts on. And Monica was accepting off all of this. She just wants Tank. And that is what she is getting.
After we take our place with Damian our resident minister, yes we have one in our club. You never know when a brother will be on his last breath and needs a little saving before he is sent to the heavens. But it also works to make weddings easier to handle on our home. But after all 3 of us are in position the music changes and the grounds go quiet.
All eyes focus on the door leading out of the club waiting for the beautiful bride to come out. First the order is the flower girl, her maid of honor and then Monica. I have asked about who the flower girl and maid of honor is but no one would tell me. Would just say some family of Monica’s. But when the flower girl comes down the aisle there is something about her that I can’t take my eyes off of her. She has the most striking black hair and when she walks closer to us her eyes make contact with mine and damn they are dark. Almost as dark as mine. Something inside of me stirs at how familiar this little girl is but I can’t place it. Leaning in to Tank I ask quietly “Dude whose kid is that?” But he doesn’t answer. He just shushes me and continues to look down the aisle. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I stay fixed on this little girl until the brothers sitting in the audience make a sound. Almost like they are shocked. That draws my attention back to the aisle. When I do everything stops. I can’t seem to remember to breath. I sway a little bit from the shock and reach out to grab a hold of Tanks arm.
“Breathe brother. Just breathe.” How can I breathe when the one person I have missed for 4 years is walking towards me? The one woman I want the most is walking back into my life. Breathing is
The music starts. That’s our que. I turn and look at Tank. “You ready man?”
He smiles and relaxes a little “Fuck yeah.” Before he starts to walk over to where the alter is set with all his guest I grab a hold of his arm
“Tank I just want to give you one last chance. Are you sure you are ready for this? No one gave me a chance to have a second thought and I wish they did. So this is me giving it to you. You say the word and we will get the fuck out of here.”
He shakes his head no “Thanks Toni. Really. I appreciate it. But no I am ready. Monica is my one and only. I have been waiting for her my entire life. I am ready for her to become officially mine.”
“Fuck yeah man then let’s go.” I go to walk but he stops me this time.
“Toni before this gets started I just want you to know I love you Brother. Just remember that ok.”
“Love you too. Now let’s go get you married.” I say ushering him along. Monica will freak if we delay her any longer. But I am taken back by him telling me that. He has something up his sleeve and eventually I will get it out of him what he is up to.
When we walk up to the front of the crowd everyone starts to holler. I know not your type response at a wedding but getting married to men like us doesn’t get you a church service and a Cinderella ending. It gets you loud men hollering and cheering, your wedding is outside on the grounds of the club house, and men standing at the alter with their cuts on. And Monica was accepting off all of this. She just wants Tank. And that is what she is getting.
After we take our place with Damian our resident minister, yes we have one in our club. You never know when a brother will be on his last breath and needs a little saving before he is sent to the heavens. But it also works to make weddings easier to handle on our home. But after all 3 of us are in position the music changes and the grounds go quiet.
All eyes focus on the door leading out of the club waiting for the beautiful bride to come out. First the order is the flower girl, her maid of honor and then Monica. I have asked about who the flower girl and maid of honor is but no one would tell me. Would just say some family of Monica’s. But when the flower girl comes down the aisle there is something about her that I can’t take my eyes off of her. She has the most striking black hair and when she walks closer to us her eyes make contact with mine and damn they are dark. Almost as dark as mine. Something inside of me stirs at how familiar this little girl is but I can’t place it. Leaning in to Tank I ask quietly “Dude whose kid is that?” But he doesn’t answer. He just shushes me and continues to look down the aisle. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I stay fixed on this little girl until the brothers sitting in the audience make a sound. Almost like they are shocked. That draws my attention back to the aisle. When I do everything stops. I can’t seem to remember to breath. I sway a little bit from the shock and reach out to grab a hold of Tanks arm.
“Breathe brother. Just breathe.” How can I breathe when the one person I have missed for 4 years is walking towards me? The one woman I want the most is walking back into my life. Breathing is
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