*your name shall be Nyla💜*
And I was stuck on the title, as I always am, so I just named it Joyce.🤷🏾♀️
Chris POV💍
"Wait, you mean, like, today today?"I asked my mom over the phone. "Chris what other today is there?" "No, like, I mean...you serious ma? Cuz ion wanna scare her or nun like that." "How would you scare her? Y'all been together for like, what, 7 months?" "8."I corrected. "Whatever, I still haven't even met the girl. Ion even remember her damn name. The point is I better today or it's a problem. Got it?" "Mama"I sighed. "Mama nothing. I don't care, I need to see about this one." "But I-" "But nothing. Be here. Love you, bye."she said and hung up.
"Love you, too."I sighed, setting my phone down next to me. I closed my eyes, laying back on the couch, contemplating on if I really wanna put her through that. My mom can be a lot most of the time, especially if it's pertaining to my personal life. More specifically, relationships.
As I was thinking of everything that could go wrong, I heard the front door opening and the sound of heels against the floor. "Chris?"she called out, walking towards the living room, where I was placed. When she walked in, my eyes opened, focusing on her. She gave a sly smile as she lazily slumped on the two seater and deeply sighed. "Hey."I said, closing my eyes again. "Hi."she retorted, slightly above a whisper.
"You tired?"I asked, reopening my eyes to look at her. She nodded, closing her eyes. "You feel like going somewhere?"I asked. She shrugged, her eyes still closed. "You tryna meet my mom?"I asked, closing my eyes once again, not wanting to look at her because she'd be mad that it was such short notice. I heard her shift and felt her staring at me.
"Chris." "Ny." "Christopher." "Nyla." "Chris, stop oh my god are you serious? What the fuck, why are you just now telling me? She wants to meet me now, like right now?"she panicked making me open my eyes again to look at her. "Ny, calm down, it's not that serious. She didn't say now, she said today."I chuckled. She groaned, rolling her eyes, and fiercely fell back into the couch. "No, Chris it is that serious! I have to take a shower, do my hair, do my makeup over, find some clothes, go buy her a gift oh my god."she ranted, putting her head in her hands. "Baby, chill out."I laughed, standing from the couch adjacent to the one she was sitting on.
I sat next to her and removed her hands from her face. "We just goin to her house real quick. We not staying long so you don't even have to do all that. I'm telling you, it's gone be cool. It's not that big of a deal, Nyla." I'm lying like shit, honestly. My mama crazy as hell, but this is just to calm her down real quick. "Well, that's easy for you to say, Chris. You've been with her for 27 years."she pouted. "What if she doesn't like me? What if she thinks I'm not good enough for you? What if she thinks I'm trashy or some shit? Wha-" "Nyla."I cut her off. "Shut up. It doesn't matter. I don't care. Either way it goes, she likes you or not, you not goin nowhere so shut all that shit up and go get ready."
***Joyce's House***
"You alright?"I asked Nyla, parking the car in front of my mama house. She nodded, breathing deeply. A few seconds later, she shook her head. "No, baby, I'm scared."she said, gripping onto the seatbelt. "Me too."I said, under my breath. "Huh?"she asked. "I said it's cool. It'll be fine. Come on."I said, getting out the car.
Once she got out, we walked hand in hand to the front door. "Oh shit, her gift."Nyla said, running back to the car. As soon as she took off, the door opened, revealing my aunt and mom. "Ma"I sighed, making her smile. "What?"she asked, sweetly. "You know what. Austin them in there, too?" "Yes sir."she smiled again. "What's wrong?"my aunt asked. "I told her it was just you, mama."I groaned.
