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Cuba
I know I love her. I have to, that is the only way I can make sense of me letting her drive my baby to Palm Springs. Bliss tried to talk me into getting in the lime green machine, but I told her that was a hell no. I would not get in that bright ass car, besides I would be driving. She has never had to drive us anywhere, I drive. But when she put her foot down this morning I cracked, making a deal that she could drive my car to her mom’s house, and I would drive to my parents later tonight. She agreed the moment my head went between her legs.
Now I watch as she sings, bobbing her head to the beat of some pop song she put on. She hooked her phone up as soon as she got in, as usual her taste in music surprises me. Today she seems to be into top forties pop. Any other day I would beg her to turn it off, but today I don’t care. I know she’s kind of nervous about me meeting her mom. She hasn’t said anything, but I can tell. Her dad said I wasn’t her usual type, and my guess is I’m her first black boyfriend. If I have anything to do with it, I’ll be her last boyfriend.
Whoa. I need to slow down. Let’s get through today first. Meeting the parents.
I send my mom a text letting her know I’m still coming by tonight. They are used to me flaking last minute but not this time. I even told her to invite the Emmett’s too. She has no idea that I’m bringing my girlfriend. I’m not sure if this is a good idea or a bad idea yet. Also, Bliss doesn’t know that they don’t know.
“You’re quiet.” Bliss turns down the music. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I ask while I send my mom another text.
Me: I’m bringing my girlfriend.
I caved in the few seconds I thought about it. Bliss would kill me if I took her over there without them knowing.
She shrugs. “Maybe because this is a big step in our relationship.”
My phone vibrates in my hand.
Mom: Cuba, don’t play with me.
Me: I’m not.
I shrug. “It is but I already met your dad, so I think I’m okay to meet your mom, babe.” I glance at her. “Are you okay?”
Bliss laughs. “I’m nervous as hell,” she admits. “Not for you to meet my mom, but to meet your parents.”
Reaching over, I give her thigh a light squeeze. “Don’t be nervous.” I try to reassure her, but I’m getting nervous now too. My emotions are everywhere.
“Right, I’m the first girl you bring home.” She lifts an eyebrow. “And you’re not nervous?”
I shake my head. “No, you’re the last girl I bring home,” I correct her. “So, stop, they’ll love you.”
I can see her visually relax a little. “We’ll see.”
Smiling, I give her thigh another squeeze as my phone vibrates again.
Mom: Oh my God. I’ll tell your dad to throw another slab of ribs on the grill. She eats meat right?
I chuckle as I text her back.
Me: Yes, mom. She eats real food.
I see they are excited I’m coming home, dad is on the grill already. Bliss said her mom would probably make some kind of salad and sandwiches, so I won’t feel too bad stuffing my face tonight. I’ve been trying to eat better since getting back on the team. My first week was a reality check that I can’t live off burgers and pizza.
I recline my chair back a little more as she drives through the desert singing along to her pop songs again. It’s going to be okay. Today will go okay. What really could go wrong?
The moment she looks at me, I can tell the former Mrs. McQueen doesn’t trust me just yet. Her brown eyes sweep over me quickly the moment she greets us in the foyer of her home. She lingers on my tattooed arms before looking away, I’m used to it.
Bliss has told me this is her grandfather’s home, and that after her mom and dad divorced, her mom moved back home with her father.
“Mom, this is Cuba.” Bliss laces her fingers through mine. “Cuba, this is my mom.”
I stretch out my hand to her. “It’s nice to meet you ma’am.”
She gives me a tight smile and shakes my hand lightly. “Call me Beth.”
