TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT...

I grab the handcuffs and seductively begin to twirl them around my index finger. Man after all we have been through, there was a period when I thought this would never happen. Honestly, the closer we got to this day everything felt surreal and the more nervous I became. As I look around, I notice my bride is still in the bathroom - it's obvious I'm not the only one feeling butterflies because she has been in there for over 30 minutes now...I'm a little worried so I knock on the door and playfully ask, “Honey, what are you dooooooooo-ing?” She waits a minute laughs and replies, “I'll be out in a minute Boo-Boo.” I jokingly ask, “ummmmm, is that what your doing?” about a minutes passes when she finally gets it and yells, “SHUT UP!” While I wait I sit on the edge of the bed and begin to fidget some more with the cuffs, I get up, go to my tux and grab my phone. I turn it on for the first time since I walked in the church, and after it loads about 60 text and voice-mail notifications pop up. The first text I see is from (my fraternity brother) Moe, “Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know she got a player for life, and that’s no...LOL, I'm joking, I'm joking, but seriously you did it. Man, who would ever thought you'd be the first to get married, I'm proud of you dog, but hit me up when you get some time, I know your on your honeymoon and all.” I sit there for a moment and had to read the text again, “Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know she got a player for life, and that's no...LOL, I'm joking, I'm joking..” I stop reading when it finally clicks that he has quoting Tupac. It's funny, but I got to thinking about the text and can't help but feel there was some truth in his message. It was that lifestyle that nearly cost me my destiny, I look to the ceiling and begin to shake my head, when the bathroom door opens and out comes THE most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen, wearing Victoria's greatest secret. She grabs the handcuffs off the bed and starts to walk over to where I am – I stand there looking and try to flex my abdominal muscles in an attempt to look sexy. I can feel my heart racing as she puts her hand on my chest and whispers in my ear, “Baby, can you please sing our song...pleeeeease?” I bite my bottom lips and smile – only because I knew that she knew that I knew the request was coming and without any hesitation I put my hand under her chin, look into her eyes and begin to sing, “I can't imagine life without you by my side, this is love baby that I’m feeling and I’m hoping that you're feeling the same way. Things tend to slip my mind, like how you like to wine and dine baby with romantic lights. You mean a lot to me in so many ways...Lately, have I told you I love you, lately, have I told you, you still mean the world to me, lately, have I told you I love you? I'll be your...” Before I can finish the chorus she leans forward and presses her soft lips against mine. We continue to kiss until I feel the handcuffs being snatched from my hand and a concerned voice says, “We need to get something to eat, you're trippin' AGAIN and I'm feeling pretty weak.” She slowly puts the cuffs on April and asks me, "Can you atleast put her in the back seat...dayreamer"? I give her a half smirk, pick up April and put her in the back, slam the door and hop into the front seat. We both shut our doors simultaneously and as I start the SUV I look over at her, and as I begin to pull off I matter-of-factly say, “I'm listening...”