After Loyalty’s meltdown, Brenda took over planning the wedding for her. She was fine with literally almost everything that Brenda selected, but shit hit the fan when it came to selecting my best man! “Gabe”, she demands! “It’s my best man, it’s my choice”, I tell her. “No, you’ve had your brother watch me from day fucking one. If anyone deserves to walk the percussion with us, it’s him”, she argues. “You’re really not going to let this go?” I asked her. “Nope”, she says, popping her p like she does when her decision is final! “Well fuck, how long have you known he was my brother?” I asked her. “Does it matter? No! Stop trying to change the subject. Gabe is your best man, and that’s that”, she says. “Fine”, I groaned out! “I pick the first dance song and the honeymoon then”! “Deal”, she squeals as she straddles my lap and kisses my lips. The morning of our wedding finally comes and I can’t fucking wait for this shit to be over

Forgetting to turn the air conditioner on last night, we both woke late into the morning sweaty… Like swamp ass sweaty! I turn the air on and we hop into the shower just to cool our skin down. My dick is throbbing just to be buried in her, but the need for food and a breakfast reservation wins. “I wanna take you back to bed, but that’s going to have to wait for tonight. We have reservations for brunch by the beach”. “Reservations? How fancy”, she says, and I flash her a smile. When we exit the bathroom, Loyalty starts digging through the suitcase and piling up each of her outfits against mine before picking a very skimpy gray dress that looks like a tank top that’s been stretched to cover her ass! It’s hot here and most people are walking around just in bathing suits so I don’t say anything. “Why do I get the feeling Bren has purposely packed our clothes so we match every day”, she says. I looked down at my dark gray jean shorts and gray tee before giving Loyalty

Why does my little red-headed friend insist on visiting during my points of absolutely the highest levels of stress? I woke up on the first day back to school as a married woman, hemorrhaging heavily! Lucky for me, my husband has already thought of this and has fully stocked the bathroom with everything I could possibly need and want… The man even bought Midol! He wakes to the sound of me crying from cramps in the shower, “baby girl”? He climbs into the shower with his sweatpants still on and brings me to my feet. He increases the heat level and holds me to him as the burning water runs down my back. The tension begins to loosen, and I sigh into his bare chest. He turns the shower off and wraps me in a towel, then leaves the bathroom. I put a tampon in and discard the wrapper before heading into the bedroom. He has a loose-fitted pink tee and black leggings laid out on the bed with my boyshorts panties and a matching sports bra on the bed. I sat down next to it and la

I’m supposed to go back to school tomorrow, so I do everything in my power, including blowing Spin in the shower, to convince him to take me for my motorcycle permit test! When he finally agreed, I thankfully passed it on my first try! I spent the next several weeks getting him to take me out onto the track to ride my own bike. “Alright, so once she gets her license I’m pulling the ATV out”, Gabe tells Spin as they walk up to the track rolling my bike. “Take it slow baby girl, and remember you’re balancing both yours and Gabe’s weight so ease into the turns”, Spin tells me as I hop on. “I know, I know! Now let me ride. Come on, G! let’s go, let’s go”, I squealed. Gabe straddles onto the back of my bike behind me, and I take off slowly to satisfy Spin. Gabe is telling me pointers as we ride the track until they finally agree to let me ride solo with Gabe riding alongside me instead of with me. That’s when riding became better than being the pep squad co-captain!

It’s morning and I’m in a room that’s so familiar yet has also grown to be so unfamiliar at the same time. Opening my eyes to the bare walls of my bedroom at my foster parent's house makes me question if my life for the last few months was just some really odd dream. That is until I look at my hands to see my enormous pink diamond adorning my ring finger. No, not a dream… More like some really horrific and cruel nightmare!It’s after ten in the morning and nobody is home. So, after I have a small breakfast, I head back to my bedroom where I curl into a ball and cry myself back to sleep. I literally just wake up for food and the bathroom calls of nature!On day two, I woke up with a purpose! I’m going to weigh all my options and prepare myself for the next stage of my life. Step one is my adult adoption. I reprint the section that I’m supposed to fill out, including all of my aliases on this special form that Kevin mentioned yesterday. My name as it is known by the agency is, Loyalty A