Jay's POV "How do I look?," Bey asked me as she walked out of the bathroom.
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"You look beautiful babe. Just like you did in the other four outfits you changed out of," I told her.
"I don't know. My hair is all wrong. I'm gonna put on another outfit," she said as she was about to go change again.
"You look amazing. You don't need to change again. We need to go," I told her.
"But I'm meeting your grandma, and I need to make a good impression. You speak so highly of her, and I want her to like me. It's important, and I'm a woman. I know-," she started before I interrupted.
"Well, I would sure hope you are. Otherwise, you've got some explaining to do," I joked.
She chuckled before playfully hitting me.
We were going to the nursing home to see my Grandma Hattie. Vanessa and I haven't seen her in person since we left New York.
We didn't want to leave her up here all alone, but at the time, we didn't have enough money to move her to another nursing home in Los Angeles, and she couldn't live with us because I wouldn't have the time to take care of her and work.
I wanted to bring her to a L.A. nursing home after I got the job and got on my feet a little, but it wasn't long after that until I quit and started working that other job, so I couldn't.
But now that I'm running the company and doing better, I can definitely move her to Los Angeles, but I still don't think she could live with us.
My grandma is in her right mind. She just has problems physically. She needs round-the-clock care. She can't get around in her own, and she has disabilities when it comes to activities of daily living, so I'd have to quit my job and be with her 24/7 if she were to live with us.
And with Bey and I getting married and having a baby soon, there's no way that I could take care of my grandma, be a good husband, be a good father, and successfully run a company.
"Stop joking around. I'm like seriously nervous," she said.
"I was trying to lighten the mood, and besides there's nothing to be nervous about. It's gonna be fine. You especially don't have to stress about your outfit," I told her.
"I was just saying that I'm a woman, and I know how we work. A lot of women, especially older ones, take one look at what someone is wearing and base their entire judgement of that person on an outfit," she said.
"Well, my grandma isn't like that, and like I said, you look amazing anyway. It's gonna be fine. She's gonna love you. How could she not? You're awesome, and you make me happy. That's all that matters," I told her.
