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Chapter Seventeen Eric Powell East Atlanta - A month Later
It's finally time for my baby to meet my parents and I'm excited but nervous as hell. I don't know why I'm nervous but I am.
I've been at my parents house giving her the run down on Kyra. I just know that she has no filter and the last thing we need is her asking a dumb question like, so how you mama get crazy as hell. Cause that's definitely something she would ask.
Looking at my phone to check the time, I exhaled. Kyra should be pulling up shortly. Man tonight has to go perfectly. No fuck ups. I can't tell the last time I brought a girl home. Shit I don't think I've ever brought a girl home, now them looking up my address and popping up here is a different story. It feels kind of good to be doing this. I'm happy that I'm now at a different point in my life cause ya boy was definitely embarrassing as hell.
The front bell rung causing my head to instantly pop up. I was about to make my way to the door but Amber jumped up and ran to get it.
She's annoying.
I went to the front too to make sure my sister wasn't running her mouth.
"Finally a cute one!" Amber said causing me to flip her off.
"You worried about the wrong shit. Ya frontal lifting but you want to be in my business."
Kyra laughed. "He's a liar, your hair is laid girl."
"Fuck you E. And thanks Ky." Amber nudged her then walked back to the living room.
"Ain't you supposed to be on my side?" I asked while pulling Kyra into my arms.
"Us girls have to stick together honey."
"Blaaaaaah." Leaning down I kissed her lips. "How you feeling today?"
"I'm okay."
Kyra has been really lowkey after that stuff with her mom and her dad turning on her. You can barely get her out the house unless it's for class and most of the time she doesn't want even go there. I wish I knew what to say or do to make her feel better and I really hate that she's going through this. And basically alone.
"You ready to meet my parents?"
"I am."
"Let's go." I grabbed her hand and led her into the kitchen. "Ma, dad...this is my girlfriend Kyra. Kyra these are my parents, Robin and Troy Powell."
