Honey Ortiz was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. Stuck up doesn't even describe her. Always getting what she wants. No isn't in her vocabulary. 23 year old Qasim has always been a product of the street- matter of fact he is the streets! Born...
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Qasim snapped one more picture. Since the birth of my babies, I barely wanted to work or leave my babies. Kissing the five of them, Keelan made this cry motion, and Q shuffled me right by him. His wails made me feel like I was being a bad parent.
"Q, I gotta check him at least" I groaned, biting my lip.
Q shook his head, and opened the door. Walking out, I was rethinking my clothes because it was cold. It didn't help matters, that the wind was cruising through. He held out his hand, as I looked sick in the face.
"Baby, we are going out on an adult date night, that doesn't end with three crying bodies, and long limbs and arms in my face." he assured, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.
"You got a room?" I questioned, eyeing him down for a moment.
"No, because with the way our munches filled you out, I'll be ready to take you down" he replied, with a light chuckle.
Qasim was looking good as hell tonight. Dressed in all black, to compliment my color choices. He went without a fitted only because I requested it. Running my hand over his head, I let my hand drop and tugged at his beard.
"You sexy"
He only shook his head and floored the gas.
We pulled up to Joey Kendal's Tavern. It's a hole in the wall joint, but the staff and food were awesome. Grabbing my purse, he grabbed my hand and helped me out the car.
"Perv"
"I can't be a gentleman all the time" he retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
Rolling my eyes, I found my favorite table and sat down. I used to come here a lot when I was in my teens. The in house mozzarella sticks were life. Q sat down and rolled his eyes at me.
"I'm hungry and didn't feel like waiting" I chuckled, patting his hand.
"Whatever O"
He was salty because I didn't wait for him to pull my chair out. Leaning over, I puckered my lips and he kissed me.
"What you getting mommy?"
"Cheese Sticks, with honey mustard dipping sauce. I want the Joey Burger. Extra mushrooms."
"I'm probably getting the Philly hoagie and fries"
The waiter came back and took our orders. I was prepared to share my dinner with Qasim. It never failed.
We both ordered Pepsi, light ice. Soon as I started eating, Qasim hand reached over to my plate of mozzarella sticks.
"Dude, you always do that" I fussed.
He only smirked, double dipping in my honey mustard. Rolling my eyes, he laughed.
