John's POV
I walked into my apartment, throwing my keys in the bowl next to the door. I couldn't contain my smile. Everything was looking up and I was finally getting my big break. I was so excited to tell Babygirl tonight. I stepped my bedroom, taking off my jacket on the way. I looked at the clock to see that it was 6:45. I decided to clean up my apartment before I went out. I haven't really been here lately, seeing as I'm either back and forth to L.A or I'm at Amalah's house with her.
My head is still amazed at lat night. I expected things to end that day, or least us take a break. I didn't expect her to tell me anything like what she had told me last night. And I definitely didn't expect us to have sex. Amalah doesn't like to be touched really. I mean it took at least six months before I could even hold her hand. But I'm happy that we're moving forward in are relationship. I'm happy that she felt safe enough to tell me the things that happened to her in the past. And really glad that things didn't end between us. I as much as what she did hurt me, I couldn't see me being mad for long. I know it sounds mad, but Amalah is it for me. She just makes feel a way that I don't think I've ever felt before. And now that I know what happened and why and kinda made it easier for me to forgive her.
I remember when I brought her to meet my parents. She was pissed that I didn't tell her, before she got three piercings on the side of her face, along with a septum piercing.
_______ flashback_______
June 1, 2012
"When did you plan this?" Amalah asked with an accusing look in her eyes and her hand on her hip.
"Umm two weeks ago." I said sheepishly.
"Are you sure that you want me to meet them," she asks me in a very unsure voice. "We're not even official technically."
"How many times do I have to tell you that your mine and not going anywhere." I said, grabbing her hands, and pulling her into me. "Come on Babygirl, don't me mad at me." I pouted, enclosing my arms around her waist and kissing her neck.
"I just want them to like me." She said in a small voice.
"They'll like you Amalah." I assured her.
"How do you know that?" She snapped, trying to escape my embrace. Usually I would try and keep her there, but she was upset and she freaks out when she feels like she's being restrained.
"Because I love you, so they will to." I said , giving her a soft smile.
"I just... I guess just have had experiences with church people sometimes." She said, stepping a bit closer to me. "I'll give them a chance if they give me a chance."
"That's all I ask." I said pulling her to me gingerly.
I understand why Amalah is upset about meeting my parents.We both grew up in church and had strict parents, or in her case grandparents that dragged us to church every week. But we had different experiences in church. She was always judged, for her dress, and her dreams to sing and wanting to sing RnB. She's been called so many things and has been given so many looks that she didn't even go to church anymore. I tried to get her to go with me sometimes but would always refuse. So I get it. My dad is a minister and I think that's off putting to her.
"Do I have to go to church?" She asked.
"Yes." I laughed.
"Uuuggghhh." She groaned into my chest. "Now I have to buy church clothes."
