Curved Edges ✔

(109) Sweet Baby Jesus

 ♡ MONTELL

I watch her twist and turn in front of the mirror, checking her outfit for the fourth time and making sure her make-up and hair are perfect. She doesn't need any of it to be perfect to me. She's perfect when she wakes up in the morning, when she's sad, when she's angry, all the damn time.

I love her so deeply and that used to scare me. But not anymore. This is the kind of love you read about in romance novels. The kind that seems made up, a fantasy. But this is real. I dream about her all the time; as my wife, as the mother of my child, as an elderly woman sitting next to me in the backyard, watching the grandkids play.

I walk up to her and put my hands on her hips, forcing her to stand still as my lips connect with her neck. "Babe, you look perfect. You're beautiful inside and out. Stop fussing."

She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck as my hands slide down to her booty, giving it a gentle squeeze. I look into her eyes and see the worry and stress in those beautiful dark orbs. "Babe. I'll be there. And my mom already loves you."

She exhales slowly and I kiss her forehead. I grab her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers, and pulling her with me towards the door. We walk out and I open the car door for her, fastening her seatbelt as soon as she sits kissing her lips before walking over to the driver's side.

I start the car and drive over to my mom's house. Something I haven't told Mona yet, she thinks we're going to a coffeehouse. I just didn't want to add to her stress, let's pray it was the right choice.

I park the car in front of the huge building and get out quickly to open the door for Mona and offer her my hand. She gets out and looks around confused.

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♡ MONA

"Montell? Where are we?" I stare into his eyes and see the worry in there.

He swallows a lump down and I hear him mumble. "My mom and auntie's apartment building."

"What?! We're meeting your mom here? Will your aunt be here too?"

He looks really flustered and I'm too angry to care right now as I stare him down to make him answer. His big hand rubs the back of his neck as he stares at his shoes.

He mumbles: "If my mom told her she will be."

I ball my hands into fists and feel like punching him where it hurts. I won't, but he just made my anxiety flare up like no tomorrow. This makes it feel a lot more official and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

I close my eyes and think of my best friend.

Ama.

How I wish I could call her right now. What would she say?

I smile and open my eyes to look into Montell's, squeezing his hand, "Let's go boo. I can't wait to meet your mom officially."

He looks so shocked that it makes me giggle, we walk into the building and get into the elevator. He pushes the button connected to the top floor and I feel nervous butterflies in my stomach.

When the elevator arrives at the top, the doors slide open and the first thing I see is the hardwood floors. My eyes take it all in; magnolia walls, dark wooden floors, white and gray furniture, and glass tables. Beautiful bouquets of flowers strategically placed to draw the eye to them, showcasing a painting or picture close to it.

Okay, I'm in love with the decor in here. And so terribly nervous again.

Montell rubs my back and I calm down a bit, right in time. His mom walks up to me wearing a casual copper-colored jumpsuit that looks amazing on her. She smiles wide and pulls me in for a hug.