A small smile graced her face. "Well, okay. Does that mean you wanna meet my parents too?"
Laughing, I said, "Hell, yeah. You don't want me to?"
She smirked. "I want you to."
"Aight, then," I responded, planting a kiss on her lips.
I returned to tending to the steaks while she tended to the potatoes. At first, I was worried that she was worried. However, when her hips started moving to the music again and her face relaxed in a serene smile, I relaxed.
Fuck.She had me worried for a minute.
CHAPTER 12
SIN
"Sin, tell me why out of all the Sundays and, according to Auntie, sometimes Saturdays, she chooses not to invite me to dinner?"
"Now that's a question that needs answers," Zoo added to Brooklyn's question.
"You stay talking shit, but mad 'cause you gotta sit this one out. I'm sure it's some food at your crib. If not, it's plenty of restaurants to choose from. Go to brunch or something."
"Who?" Zoo dragged out, then pointed at Brooklyn. "You want me to go to brunch with this nigga? I ain't going to shit called brunch anyway 'cause that's some shit for bitches to do, so what we look like sitting at a table drinking bottomless mimosas?"
"Some bitches!" Brooklyn shouted. "And we ain't going out like that. Tell Auntie to put our plates on the patio, and we'll eat out there, so we won't disturb yo' family moment."
"Patio? Put his shit on the patio. I'm still eating inside, at the table, next to my sister-in-law."
"SISTER-IN-LAW?" Brooklyn and I said at the same time.
"Don't play like that. You out here obviously meditating and putting shit in the air, so why can't I?"
"You mean atmosphere," Brooklyn corrected him before I had a chance to.
"Air, atmosphere, it's all the same shit. Let me go get my chakras opened so I can become one with PJ. Ain't that what you did? Naomi hated you just as much as PJ hates me, and you managed to get to the point of her coming to our sacred place?"
"What damn sacred place yo' dumb ass talkin' 'bout?"
"Yo' folks' crib for Sunday dinner. That shit is not for outsiders, but somehow, her lil' ass is about to eat my damn plate. That could be PJ and I at—"
"Yo' mama's crib!" I told him. They really be acting like my mama was the only one who knew how to cook.
"Fuck you. I'm out. I hope the food is nasty as hell this time. Oh, and tell Auntie that last Sunday dinner on a Saturday, she had loose bones in her dressing," he quipped. I chunked my shoe at Zoo, but he caught it and threw it right back, then ran out of the house.
"That nigga's six-foot-three, damn near two hundred pounds, and stay runnin' roun' folks' crib."
"Hell yeah. I'm telling my mama what he said, too. I bet he won't come to another dinner talkin' shit.”
"Have a good time, though. I know we don't really talk when it comes to relationships and shit because we've been running into some bitches that weren't really worth the convo. You seem happy, though. Regardless of how long it took yo' ass to break her down, it happened and taking her to meet yo' people is big."
"Man, tell me about it. She's been texting me all morning, sending pictures and shit, trying to see if her fit looked right. Naomi looks good in everything I see her in. Mostly sneakers, but she still looks better than chicks that have on expensive ass heels and half-naked ass dresses."
"You cut Toya off completely, right?"
I had to look at Brooklyn hard, trying to remember who he was talking about. When I finally did, I had to laugh 'cause shit, before Naomi, having Toya slide through was an every other night thing. "Nigga, hell yeah. She was only something to pass the time, anyway. I just stopped hitting her up. Shawty knew what it was after that."
"Good, you don't want shit to interfere with what you are trying to build. We knocking out on thirty, so it's time to get serious about someone. I, on the other hand, stay in the studio too much to even get that close to someone."
"What happened to the nurse chick, Emily?"
