“What’s up, sis. I would hug you, but that nigga won’t let you go,” Carter joked.
“You damn right I’m not,” Boston said. “Get your own wife, and you can hug on her as much as you want.”
Carter shook his head and sat on the couch. Boston had finally released me, and we sat on the couch opposite Carter.
“Anyway,” Carter said, “are you nervous about the parents meeting?”
“I am, but I’m sure they’ll like Boston,” I said as I glanced at Boston. He had his head down looking at something on his business phone, but he looked at me when I said his name. He smiled, put his free hand on my leg, and returned to his phone.
“They sure will,” Boston responded without looking up.
I didn’t feel slighted by him not looking at me, because I knew how busy he was. He never stayed on his phone for too long when I was around. Usually, he would respond to important emails or answer calls that couldn’t wait. For the most part, Boston’s focus was on me whenever we spent time around each other.
I heard people in the kitchen, and my nerves kicked in because I thought it was Boston’s parents.
“He’s trying to act like he isn’t nervous, but he is. He even got shit catered for the day,” Carter informed me.
Knowing that his parents weren’t in the kitchen gave me some relief, but at the same time made my nervousness spike. I wanted to get the initial meeting out of the way.
“I told him I could have cooked,” I said.
Boston had slipped his phone into his pocket and tuned into Carter and me talking.
“You could have, but I wanted you to relax and to spend time with you before they come.” Boston squeezed my thigh. The look in his eyes told me what kind of time he was trying to spend.
“And on that note, I’m going outside. I’ll be back in when the parents get here,” Carter said as he stood. “They should be done in the kitchen, so I’ll make sure they get out.”
I giggled as Carter shook his head and left the front room.
“Now that he’s gone, let’s go upstairs. I want to show you something.” Boston smirked.
I had no problem seeing what he had to show me. It would be another hour or so before our parents were set to arrive. That was enough time to get in, take a quick nap, and get redressed. Since I had stayed at Boston’s house a few times, I kept some clothes here.
“Is that my shirt?” Boston asked as we walked up the steps.
“It sure is,” I told him.
The outfit I had on for the day was cute enough to meet his parents in but still comfortable. I turned one of Boston’s plaid shirts into a skirt, and I wore it with a crop top, a jean jacket, and sneakers.
“I like that shit.”
We walked into his room, and as soon as the door closed, Boston had me pressed against it.
I was glad Carter had gone outside because I didn’t want him to hear Boston and I having sex. Carter said he would make sure the people left, and I sure hoped they did. The kitchen was pretty far from the bedroom, so they wouldn’t hear me anyway. I didn’t have time to worry about any of it once Boston slid inside of me.
A little while later, my parents and Boston’s parents had arrived. We all sat at the table in the dining room, and all the food had been placed in the middle of the table.
We took turns passing plates around, and once everyone fixed their plates, Boston prayed over the food, and we dug in.
“When some man randomly popped up at my house and told me he was taking me to where my daughter was, I didn’t expect him to bring me here,” my dad said as he looked around.
“I’m surprised you even got in the car,” I said to my father.
“Shit, I almost didn’t. I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to ride in a Rolls Royce though.” My father shrugged.
Everyone at the table laughed, but I knew my dad was serious. My parents had done well for themselves and lived comfortably, but they weren’t Rolls Royce comfortable.
“How did the two of you meet anyway?” Mrs. Brooks asked.
