The Blueprint To Love

by T'Lyn

but the phone calls daily, the love and dedication, is more than what money can buy,” I admitted. “I’ll chill on all that, but know I come around because y’all keep me sane for real and it’s therapeutic to hear my nephew cry.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you when she take them clothes off and you hit with the smell of rotten eggs and gunshot residue. I love you.”

Something told me to be rested and prepared because the deal was already sealed for me, so I was obedient.

“As perfect as you are to me, Sugar, you are not flawless. You’re actually very spoiled, entitled, self-righteous, and way too independent.”

“Dear Heavenly Father, I’m once again in Your presence asking that You please give comfort to Ms. Alana. When anxiety tries to take hold of her, help her to turn to You in prayer. Grant her Your peace that surpasses all understanding and remind her of Your unfailing love and care. In the mighty name of Jesus we pray. Amen.”

“Don’t be surprised when God changes everything you’re going through to everything you made it through. Your breakthrough is closer than you think.”

“I have actually,” she mumbled. “I’ve been on my knees begging and pleading with him more than a hoe trying to meet her quota for her pimp.”

“But Daddy said he would give me a blue note if I acted like the real nigga he was raising me to be. So can you tell him I did it? I really want the money.”

“Not me. I love to curse. It’s like seasoning salt for my sentences,” she replied and we fell out laughing.

Why do you think I agreed to marry you? When I prayed for guidance and asked God which direction I should take and what I needed to do, he always just told me to be still. I needed to allow him time to do his thing and be ready when the time came. So I was obedient and it led me to you. To my forever.”

“I know how to please a woman. I want to perfect pleasing you.”

“No, what you’re doing is disrespecting my husband,” I let her know. “I’m sure you’re used to talking to and about him in a fucked up way and he allows it because for whatever reason he loves you, but Mrs. Tate, I do not share that sentiment and will fuck you up for playing games with my man, okay? He’s a good man that actually came from a pretty shitty family, but he has me and mine now and well, I’m sure you know what comes with being a Powers, right?” I smirked. “So, when it comes down to my husband…” I stepped a little closer. “Well, just don’t let it come down to my husband. Okay?”

I looked into his handsome, smiling face and got lost in his eyes. They were so beautiful. Not because of the light brown color that radiated a little more when the sun hit them, but because of the story they told. He had been through so much but still managed to always come out on top. His strength and perseverance all contributed to my attraction to him. All of the bricks that life had thrown at him, he caught and used to build a stronger foundation for his faith.