Page 128 of Ony If It's You
“Ready!” Jocey announced again, resurfacing with her purse.
“Aight, let’s be out.” I winked at her as I released her mom and grabbed Jocey’s hand so the two of us could be out.
Hand in hand we walked down the steps toward the front door.
“Baby, your keys,” Lani shouted, rushing behind us.
“Naw, I don’t need them.”
Opening the front door, there was a black Rolls Royce parked there with a driver waiting for us. Again, my shorty squealed at the sight.
“Baby, really?” Kehlani chuckled.
She knew I was taking Jocey on a date, but she didn’t know I was going to this extent. I had to though. When my baby was sixty and ready to date, them mothafuckas needed to know how to treat my baby.
“Yep.” I grinned and leaned down to kiss her lips. “We’ll see you later.”
Jocey kissed her mother before I ushered her to the waiting car. The driver opened the door and helped us inside. I had him wait until my girl was inside the house before closing my door.Afterward he rounded the car, climbed inside, and we were off to Diablo’s. That was only request that Jocey had, to take her to the steakhouse.
The restaurant wasn’t too packed when we got there and I was thankful for that. I wanted to buy the whole spot out so we didn’t have to worry about fans and paparazzi, but a nigga had really waited too late. It was cool though. The manager let me know that I would be guaranteed privacy especially considering that I was going to have my child with me.
“These are for you.” I handed Jocey the roses that were waiting for her before we climbed out of the car.
Walking up to the hostess stand, I gave her my name and she seated us immediately. The waitress came soon afterward.
“Good evening and welcome to Diablo’s. Can I start you two with something to drink?”
“Crown and Coke for me,” I answered then looked down at Jocey who was coloring on her menu. “What you want, baby girl?”
“Lemonade,” she replied sweetly.
“Aww, she is too cute,” the waitress gushed. “Is she your sister or something?”
“What?” I frowned.
“I mean, s-she, I j-just know you. Like I-I know you don’t have kids.”
“Ahn, wrong,” I spat, looking her up and down. “Number one you don’t know me, you know of me, and secondly, I got three mothafuckin’ kids.”
“Oh, I-I didn’t know,” she stammered.
“Duh. I just said that.” I shrugged. “Go get our drinks and send a mothafucka that ain’t all rude and nosy to get our food orders.”
I was lowkey hot about that hoe saying that shit. Jocey was my baby, Si too, just as much as my new baby was mine. DNA ain’t mean shit when it came to them.
About ten minutes passed before she returned with our drinks and a new waiter. She apologized again quickly before rushing off. I just laughed and ordered me and my baby’s food.
“JV?” Jocey called out as I watched her color on the paper.
“Am I going to always be your princess?”
“’Til my fucking casket drops, baby girl, then I’m going to come back as a ghost and still treat you like my princess.”
“But I’m scared of ghosts.” She laughed. “Except Casper. He’s a friendly ghost. Is that the kind you’re going to be like?”
“Yeah, baby, like that, but I’m gon’ be a real nigga ghost.”
“What is that?”
