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Devonte
                          
She said yes. 
                          
She said it with her eyes. She said it with her heart. Then she said it with her lips. 
                          
Long after  the party was over, and most people were gone, and the furniture had been returned, she cuddled up with me in the couch, smiling. The ring glinted, and sparkled, and glistened on her finger. She couldn't look away from it, and I couldn't look away from her. 
                          
Trey, Tasha, Candy, Zaria and Zaire were still here. 
                          
"Don't you think you young to be getting married?" Zaire eyed Yaz, who was still staring at the ring I slipped on her finger an hour earlier, looking dazed. "You only 21, you got your whole life ahead of you. You just a baby."

                          
"Please, I was barely older than Yazzy when I got married." Zaria shrugged. "When you know, you know."
                          
"I was talking to Yazzy." Zaire snapped.
                          
Yazmine finally spoke. "I mean, it's not like we getting married today. I'm engaged, Za. And anyways, I'm not too young." She snuggled closer to me. "Besides, Devonte's my person. He's always been my person."
                          
"Fuck you talking about, he's my person." Za grumbled. I decided we could ignore Zaire, because I had something to get off my chest.
                          
"Don't think we having a long engagement though. Once you graduate, that ass is mine," I told her. 
                          
I didn't know what Zaire's problem was. I needed Xavier's permission to marry Yaz, not his. And Xavier gave me his blessing so I wasn't tripping. Yeah, I had to make my case, cuz Xavier was skeptical. But I had known Yaz for four years, and I didn't need anymore time to determine she was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I ain't know what this being somebody's person shit meant, but I knew it would always be Yaz for me. 
                          
And it's not like I never been in love before, because I had. But this was more than love. 
                          
That was the problem with folks these days. They focused on the love part too much. How they felt about a girl or a nigga. But they never focused on what you're supposed to do with that love.  
                          
Niggas always talked about they weren't ready for marriage. On the one hand, I got it. But on the other, you wasn't always ready for shit life throws at you. I wasn't ready for a son, but I had one. When I saw Yaz for the first time four years ago, I wasn't ready for the emotions she made me feel. 
                          
So yeah, you weren't always ready for shit. But, honestly I was ready for marriage. That was one thing I could say I was mentally, emotionally, and financially prepared for. 
                          
I was gonna make Yazmine Carter Yazmine Taylor. 

                          
*****
                          
We went back to the hotel, since I still had the room. Plus, I wanted to use that big ol bed with all the pillows and shit. "Can you help me?"
                          
I looked up. Damn, my girl was gorgeous. She was fiddling with the zipper on her dress, but she couldn't quite get it. I quickly released the zipper, and she shimmied out of the dress. "The necklace too."
                          
After I unclasped the necklace, I replaced it in the jewelry box I purchased it in. Yazmine stripped down until she was naked, in preparation for her shower. She had already removed her makeup. I surveyed my fiancee. She looked good wearing nothing but the engagement ring I gave her. 
                          
She smirked, noticing me, noticing her. Everything about this girl made my dick hard and my heart soft. 
                          
That shit was crazy.