19. Saige
19
Saige
S aige ignored her mother’s phone call for what seemed like the hundredth time. She had been calling non-stop it seemed, and Saige wasn’t interested in dealing with her at the moment. She was busy preparing dinner for Quadir’s mom. Her nerves were all over the place because Qua had given her the rundown about his mom. Knowing that his mom wasn’t going to be in the best mood had her on edge. All Saige wanted to do was make a good impression on Angie, and she was hopeful that the meal she was preparing would do that.
Saige had left work early to come home and start cooking her turkey wings smothered in gravy, rice, string beans, homemade mac and cheese, and dinner rolls. Everything was just about done except for the rolls.
“Shit, why didn’t I bake a cake?” She muttered to herself, realizing that she had no desserts.
Qua chuckled as he walked into the kitchen and kissed her forehead. “Baby, you have cooked more than enough. I’m sure we’ll be way too full to fit in any dessert after this meal.”
“Does your mom like dessert though? I should just run out to the store and grab a cake or a pie or something real quick,” she continued rambling.
“Saige,” he gently grabbed her up before she could walk out of the kitchen. “Calm down. Take a deep breath. Just because my mom may not be in the best mood, it doesn’t mean that she’s going to be an asshole. She’ll just be … emotional, that’s all.”
“I just want everything to be perfect,” she pouted, looking up at him.
He licked his lips and adjusted himself in his pants. “I told you that when you stare at me like that, it makes me think about you suckin’ my dick, Saige. You trying to—”
DING DONG.
His words were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Saige’s eyes went wide as her heart started racing. Since she was new to the dating business, she’d never had to meet anyone’s mom before. Meeting Kadeem was a breeze for her because of their history. Meeting Angie was uncharted territory.
“Because my mother is here, we’ll put a pin in this conversation. Once she leaves, I’m trying to see something,” he winked at her.
Saige giggled like a shy schoolgirl. Quadir always made her feel like that. “Okay.”
Q exited the kitchen to let his mom in while Saige turned the stove off and took the rolls out. The closer Q and Angie’s voice got, the faster Saige’s heart beat. She felt like she was going to faint from the anxiety that came with meeting his mother. The wave of nausea that hit her the moment Angie and Q stepped into the kitchen was overwhelming. So much so that before she could even get her greeting out, she was rushing to the bathroom and kneeling over the toilet.
“Bae, you alright?” Q came in the bathroom moments later.
Taking some deep breaths, Saige stood up and flushed the contents in the toilet. “Yeah, my anxiety just got the best of me,” she told him before grabbing the bottle of Listerine and gargling.
Spitting the minty liquid out, she checked the expiration date on the bottle. For some reason, it put a weird taste in her mouth. She grabbed a plastic cup and rinsed her mouth out with water.
“You sure you okay?” Q curiously looked her up and down.
She nodded and took another deep breath. “I’m fine.”
Taking her hand into his, he led her back to the kitchen where Angie was peeking in the pots. “Mom, I’d like you to meet Saige, the lady who’s been making me smile these days. Saige, this is my mother, Angela, but everyone just calls her Angie.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, Quadir speaks so highly of you,” Saige greeted with a smile plastered on her face.
Angie smiled back which put Saige at ease. “It’s nice to meet you as well,” she pulled Saige into a hug. “I’ve heard great things about you.”
Saige melted into Angie’s warm embrace. It had been a long time since she’d gotten a motherly hug, and she didn’t even know she missed it until that moment. She honestly didn’t want the hug to end.
“You needed that hug, huh?” Angie asked, finally pulling away from her.
“How’d you know?” Saige fought the sudden urge to cry.
“A mother always knows,” she offered a half smile. “You’re going to be alright, baby,” Angie spoke as if she knew exactly what Saige was feeling. “Your food smells and looks delicious.”
“Thank you!” Saige beamed with pride. “Have a seat, let me make you a plate.”
See? Relax , Qua mouthed to her before walking out of the kitchen with his mom.
Feeling like the night was going to go well after all, Saige shook off the rest of her nerves and made their plates. After she served them, she went back into the kitchen to make her own plate when her phone started ringing again.
“ WHAT? ” She snapped at Celeste, finally answering her call.
“You bitches always answering the phone so nastily!” Celeste snapped back.
Saige drew in a deep breath and released it. She was getting sick of Celeste being so nasty towards her, and she was over her breaking point. “Mom, I’ve been nothing but nice to you and yet you treat me like I’ve done something to you! I’m your child and you act like I’m some random bitch that stole your fuckin’ man. I’ve been holding my tongue out of pure respect for the fact that you’re my mom, but I’m done being nice! Being nice to you only gets me berated, and I’m done with that shit!”
“Well look who decided to get a backbone,” Celeste chuckled sarcastically. “You know, word around town is that you’re fuckin’ some drug dealing ass nigga. You’re going to get yourself caught up in a world of hurt, girl.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Quadir is a gahdamn doctor,” she huffed, ready to end the conversation.
Celeste laughed loudly. “A muthafuckin’ street doctor. Saige, for you to be college educated, you’re one dumb ass bitch. That nigga ain’t gon’ do nothing but fuck you, probably get yo dumb ass pregnant, and then leave you.”
“Ohhhhhh,” Saige let out a sarcastic chuckle of her own. “I see. Don’t project your life’s bullshit onto me. Just because that’s what happened to you, it doesn’t mean that’ll happen to me. You don’t know anything about him. It is wild that you hate me and my sister because you resent my father so much, but that is not our fault. Mommy, I pray for you, and I pray that you find the peace that you so desperately need, but I am done talking to you. I’m getting too old to continue being a punching bag for you. Take your anger out on someone else and leave me and Moon out of it. Take care,” she told her before hanging up.
“I had a rough relationship with my mother too,” Angie stepped in the kitchen. “All I will tell you is that you protect your peace because until she is healed, she’ll never care about yours.”
The tears that Saige had been so desperately fighting came rushing full force down her face. Angie, being the compassionate person that she was, pulled Saige into a hug again.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” Saige sobbed into Angie’s shoulder.
“Sshhh,” Angie soothed her, gently running her hand down Saige’s freshly silk pressed hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart. When women become bitter, sometimes they are unable to separate the facts from the hurt. The fact is you are her daughter but the hurt in her doesn’t see that. What she sees is that you are a product of your father, and your father hurt her, so she lumps it altogether. I’m sorry that this is happening to you, and I know firsthand how painful it can be. Just know that so long as Quadir loves you, so do I, and you can always lean on me.”
“Wait, what?” Saige quickly pulled away from her.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“Quadir loves me…”
Angie smiled and nodded at her. “Yes. I know my son, Saige. And he is more than smitten with you. That boy is in love just as sure as the sun rises and sets every day.”
“Y’all been in here for a long time,” Q appeared in the archway. His demeanor quickly changed when he realized that Saige’s eyes were red and her face was wet. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. We’re all good here, right Saige?” Angie winked at her.
Saige smiled and nodded then wiped her face again. “Yeah. Thank you, I really needed that.”
“I know, sweet pea,” Angie playfully pinched her cheek, grabbed a fork, and walked back out of the kitchen.
“Bae, for real,” Q walked up on her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Your mom just overheard me talking to my mom and gave me some advice,” she told him, deciding to leave out the part about him being in love.
“Awh, so y’all bonded a little bit?” He kissed her forehead and smiled. “Good, that makes me happy. Come on and sit down so you can enjoy your food. Them turkey wings? Straight fire, ma.”
“Thank you,” she giggled and grabbed the plate that she’d made for herself.
They went into the dining room and enjoyed the rest of their evening together. Saige was so relieved that Angie seemed to take a liking to her. It was nice for Saige as well because she’d been yearning for that motherly figure in her life for so long. When it was time for Angie to leave, Saige found herself actually feeling a little sad. She thoroughly enjoyed the time they spent together. They exchanged phone numbers, and Angie promised to check in on her. Seeing that Angie was so open and willing to play that motherly role for her had her feeling hopeful about her future with Quadir.
“Thank you for cooking, baby,” Qua kissed her as they lay in bed watching TV after showering together.
“Of course.”
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Saige’s eyes shot up to his when she heard the seriousness in his voice. “Wassup?”
Instead of saying anything, Qua got out of the bed, picked up his phone, and started playing I Want To Be Your Man by Zapp. It was one of the songs that they both had a love for. He pulled the drawer open on the nightstand next to the bed and took out a small, red box. Saige’s eyes got wide as her heart started beating fast again.
“Saige, never have I met a woman that I can enjoy old school music with and just be my genuine self with. When we went to the gun range, and I didn’t know how to introduce you, it really fucked with my head. I’ve never had to put thought into introducing a woman before because they usually aren’t around long enough for me to give a fuck,” he took a deep breath before continuing. “But I know I want you around. I know that I want to give you a proper introduction when you meet people who are important to me. You accept me for who I am, the good and the bad. You don’t judge me, and I love that about you. I love you? Saige. With all that being said and with this promise ring, will you be my girlfriend?” He popped open the box.
Saige started crying at the sight of the beautiful three carat, heart-shaped, yellow diamond ring that was inside the box. She was somewhat relieved that he wasn’t proposing to her in the marital sense. His gesture was extremely thoughtful though and had her ready to get on her knees.
“Baby, this ring is so pretty,” she cried, moving over to him and throwing her arms around him. “I love it, and I love you too. Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
After he kissed her, he slid the ring on her ring finger and Saige admired how it looked there. In that moment, she was overwhelmingly grateful for Quadir. Even if shit didn’t work out between them, she felt blessed that he was her first experience of what a relationship looked like.
“When we get married, your ring is going to be three times as big as this,” he boasted.
She grinned while pulling his boxers down. “Oh yeah? You want to make me a wife, Quadir?”
“Damn right,” he groaned, looking down at her as she slowly slurped him into her mouth. “I said I was n-never letting you g-g-go, and I meant it, baby.”
“Mmkay, good,” she stroked and licked his dick until it was saluting her. “Lay down.”
Q got back in the bed and laid down like his woman had instructed him to do. Saige pulled the t-shirt she was wearing off, exposing her naked body. He smiled at her as she positioned herself on top of him. She planted sweet kisses on his lips before working on his neck which she’d come to learn was his spot. His soft moans always turned her on, but it especially turned her on now that she was wearing that beautiful ass diamond ring on her finger.
“Shittt,” she hissed as she slid down his pole.
Planting her feet firmly on the bed, Saige began to ride Q just how he’d taught her. The perk of her being a virgin was that Q had slutted her out to his liking. He took great pride in knowing that any and every nasty, freaky thing she did to him was taught by him. Saige took pride in that also because all she wanted to do was please Quadir. He made life so easy for her that there wasn’t anything he couldn’t get from her.
“Ride yo dick, ma,” he encouraged with a hard slap of her ass.
Leaning forward, she started licking, kissing, and sucking on his neck again. Q grabbed her ass in his hands and started thrusting upwards, meeting her stroke for stroke. The feeling of an intense orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Trying to keep her focus on Q’s neck and not the dick he was delivering, she shut her eyes but lost the battle within seconds.
“Ouuu fuck, shittttt, Qua, fuckkkk,” she whimpered with her eyes rolling.
“Yeah, this my pussy, huh?”
She nodded and leaned further into his neck. “Yessss baby, i-i-it’s yourssss.”
“Good, go ahead and give me that nut,” he whispered in her ear in a husky tone before kissing it. “Show me how much you love me, baby.”
“Quaaaaa,” she cried out in pure pleasure.
“Yes, that’s my name,” he gently spoke in her ear.
He knew it drove her body crazy when he talked her through her orgasms. Wrapping his arms around her back tightly to keep her in place, he started drilling her a little faster.
“I feel that pussy tightening. Make it rain for me, beautiful.”
“I love you soooo much,” she whined into his neck. “Oh my…I’m about to cum, Q!”
“Cum for me then,” he demanded.
There was a brief moment of silence before Saige released herself all over Q while simultaneously moaning and cursing loudly. That was only her third time squirting and Q seemed to enjoy it every time. Moments later, he was filling her up with his seeds.
“I love you, Quadir Romaine Burrus,” she kissed his lips after she caught her breath.
He smiled at her. “I love you more, Saige Luna Persaud. I’m not sleeping in this big ass wet spot though.”
“Nigga,” she laughed and rolled off his now limp penis. “Luckily for us, there’s five other bedrooms to sleep in. Pick one.”
She strutted inside the bathroom to clean up the mess that Qua had just made between her legs.