Page 51 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
“You look damn good, now bring yo’ ass woman. No more changing.” I told her.
She nodded, then grabbed her purse, and I grabbed her spend the night bag as she called it. We already knew she was coming home with me, so there was no need to stop back here for clothes. Once we made it downstairs, Yara had to run to the kitchen to grab the sweet potato pound cake she had made, which I told her she didn’t have to.
I took that from her and walked ahead of her so she could lock up her house. I placed the things into the backseat, then opened her door. Once she was inside, I walked around to the driver’s side, and we made our way to my parents’ place.
“So, tell me a little about your parents,” Yara said.
“I think you’re thinking too hard about this baby. But I got you. My mom is super chill, kind of like you now that I think of it, outside of the clumsy part.”
She nudged my shoulder. “I am not clumsy.”
“You want to call your pops and get his weigh-in on it?”
She rolled her eyes with a smile, then crossed her arms against her chest.
“I would rather not. Now, continue, we don’t have much time.”
I chuckled because she was serious as hell. I spent the next twenty minutes telling her everything I could about my parents. I don’t know how much any of this would work. I didn’t think she would need any of it. They sure as hell weren’t going to talk about their favorite TV shows with her. At least, not this first meeting.
We were finally pulling into their driveway, and I parked behind my dad’s truck. I turned to face Yara with a smile. I reached over to hold her hand briefly.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded. “As ready as I can be.”
I laughed and turned the car off to get out and open her door. She waited for me as I grabbed the wine bottle I bought and the cake Yara had made. Then led the way to the front door. I twisted the knob and let myself in.
“Wait, why didn’t you ring the doorbell? Now you’re going to have me looking rude just like you,” she complained in a low whisper.
“Woman, bring yo’ ass,” I told her.
Before she could smile, my dad was walking in with a smile that matched mine. He bypassed me, as if he saw me regularly, and hugged Yara.
“Well dang, I guess I’m not here too.”
My dad waved me off as Esa ran into the room and straight to me. She jumped into my arms and peppered kisses on my cheek.
“Now this is what you call a greeting.” I pointed out, causing Yara to smile and Esa to giggle.
“If you expected that from me, you can keep on dreaming,” my dad told me.
We all burst into laughter as he led us into the kitchen, where my mom was moving around like a trained chef. The moment she noticed us, she turned down the stove and then walked over to greet Yara. She made sure her apron didn’t touch her, not wanting to ruin Yara’s outfit.
I placed the cake Yara made on the countertop to bring my mother’s attention to it. In addition to the bottle of wine that I knew was her favorite from Stella Rosa. I smiled as she did a little dance, then turned to face Yara.
“I told this son of mine to tell you just to bring yourself. You didn’t have to bring anything. But we appreciate it and can’t wait to try it.” My mother said.
I turned to face Yara and gave her an 'I told you so' look. She nudged my shoulder, but smiled over at my mom.
“I had to bring something. My parents would have had my butt if I didn’t bring something to say thank you for having me in your home.”
My mother looked over at me with a lift of her brows, then back at Yara.
“A woman with manners. I love that. I’ll have to thank them for raising a beautiful young woman when I get the chance. Hopefully, soon.” My mother added.
“I’m sure my dad would love to hear that, according to him, that was all his doing for Maria came into our lives.”
“Ah, I think I recall reading that in your brochure for your academy. What you do is something so special, and you do it so well. The things Esa has learned since being there are something to be marveled at.” My mother praised her.
