“Hell no. You weren’t that handsome,” I let him know.
“Yeah aight,” was all he said.
“Dominique, is that you?” I heard a woman’s voice call out for him.
She eventually rounded the corner, and when my eyes landed on her, my mouth parted, glaring at her, seeing how beautiful she was. I knew it was his mother. I’ve never seen her in person before, but Dolo has shown me pictures before, and all I could say is that the pictures didn’t do her any justice because seeing her in person was truly like looking at a goddess.
“Yeah. What’s up beautiful?” Dolo asked his mom, and I melted at his reaction.
She walked over to us, and I could smell her from inches away. Her perfume was so sweet. She was tall. Tall and slim. Almost like a model. Golden skin just like I had, and her hair was a honey blonde color. She had these beautiful beach curls in, and I could tell that she was wearing make-up, but it wasn’t anything too heavy. Dolo had her smile because as she was smiling between the two of us, I couldn’t help but notice that similarity.Dolo didn’t look like her to me though. He looked like his dad. I’ve seen pictures of his dad too, and God, he was so handsome,
“Ay dios mío. (Oh my God) You are so beautiful, Riot,” his mom came over to me, standing directly in front of me, looking at me like she was amazed by how beautiful I was. Meanwhile, I’m standing over here gushing too because she was just as beautiful.
“Thank you. You’re so beautiful too,” I said to her, not really knowing what else to say.
“Your eyes. Your big green eyes,” she complimented me, truly mesmerized by me.
“Ma, chill out. You gone scare her the fuck away,” Dolo said to his mom, cradling the cake in one hand, so that he could use his free arm to wrap around her, and he kissed her on her forehead.
It was adorable seeing my man with his mom. From the looks of things, he probably aggravated her and got under her skin the same way that he did with me.
“I’m just happy to see her, son. I’m not bothering her,” she said, pulling away from him, and she kissed him on his cheek.
“I’ve heard so much about you, Riot. I knew that Dominique had a girlfriend when I would call him, and his voice just sounded much softer. He was calmer. Happier. I just knew. I know the effect that a woman can have on a man. We’re going to sit down and talk all about it. Me, and you,” she said to me, and I just smiled, not knowing what else to do.
“You can call me Raquel too,” she said, and I nodded, letting her know that that was fine.
“You baked a cake?” she perked up, asking me. That’s when I let out a nervous giggle, and shook my head no.
“My mom did,” I said to her.
“Okay. Tell her that we said thank you. We are a family that loves sweets. Can you bake too?” she asked me, and I looked overat Dolo, who had this smirk on his face, as if he was dying to see if I was going to lie to his mother.
“No. I can’t cook,” I was honest with her. She giggled at that. I thought she was going to shame me because Dolo told me that his mom was a great cook.
“That’s okay. Your still young. You have time to learn. Come on in the kitchen, so that I can introduce you to everyone,” she said to me, pulling my hand, as if she was happy that I was the girl that her son had chosen.
When we made it to the kitchen, I sat the cake down on the counter. Some of Dolo’s family was in the dining room area, and some were sitting in the living room. Diego was here, and he was already sitting at the dining room table, stuffing his face.
Dolo’s family wasn’t as big as mine, so it didn’t take his mom long to go around and introduce me to everyone. It was only a few members from Dolo’s mom’s family, who were all very nice, and some from his dad’s family, who were nice too.
Just as I was getting ready to ask Dolo where his dad was, the sliding door opened, and there his dad was, walking in, holding a tray in his hands, that held ribs. All I could say was that it made all the sense in the world why Raquel had divorced this man but then came back years later. Dolo’s daddy was fine as hell. He literally looked just like Dolo. Just taller, and way more muscular. He had a bald head, and a full beard. God, when his eyes landed on Dolo, and I, and he smiled, it felt so weird because I thought Dolo had his mom’s smile, when the whole time, his smile reminded me of his dad too.
“Look at this nigga with a girlfriend. What’s up boy?” his dad asked, and you could hear the excitement all in his voice, as he sat the pan down, and he came over to his son, slapping it up with him, and like a proud father, he pulled him in for a hug, even kissed the top of his head.
Knowing that Dolo and his dad had gone years without talking to each other because Dolo decided to go down the same path that his father did with selling drugs, to seeing them like this, it really was beautiful.
“Shit, chilling. Pops, this Riot,” Dolo said, after the two of them pulled away from each other.
“How you doing, Riot? What you doing to my son? He a lover boy now. Every time I call to talk to him, he hitting me with Riot this, or Riot that,” his dad said, reaching his arm out for me, so that I could hug him.
I laughed, walking over to him, putting one arm out, and giving him a one-armed hug. I could tell that Dolo’s dad was a shit talker, and a jokester. That’s probably where Dolo got it from.
“I don’t do anything to your son. I just love him,” I said to him. Dolo’s mom wasn’t too far away, so when I said it, she heard me, and she cooed.
“If the nigga ever get out of line, call me. I’ll put him on his head,” he threatened, and I told him that I would take him up on that.
“You can call me Delano. Let me put the food up, get situated, and we going to talk. I want to find out more about you,” he let me know, and I nodded my head, letting him know that that was cool.
