Everyone knew Jabber had a soft spot for you— since the first day you two met, actually. You two met at the mall, and he bumped into you, knocking all of your bags out of your arms. Helping you pick them up one by one, you brushed it off as an act of kindness, but he believed you were his soulmate.
So… he trailed you throughout your shopping trip, swiping his card before you could reach for yours every time. Since that day, he wouldn’t leave your side, playfully begging for your number as he walked to you to your car.
You were used to being spoiled by your dad, so his money didn’t impress you. It was the way he showed up for you that spoke volumes.
Wanted to try a new restaurant? He was already booking a reservation.
Your nail broke? Jabber was planted right next to you, getting a clear coat of polish on his nails because you wanted him to.
Need to rant? He was there listening to every word as you paced around his living room.
He knew your order at every restaurant, telling the worker every detail down to a T.
However, you weren’t stupid; your dad had been in the game long before you were even thought of. When he said he was “handling business,” you knew what that really meant, but never asked questions.
Jabber sat on the couch scrolling on his phone, waiting for you to get ready. He was taking you out to brunch.
Smacking his lips, he called out for you, “GIRL, COME ON, BEFORE WE BE LATE.”
As soon as he finished his statement, you were already making your way out of his bathroom, “I've been ready, come on before we're late.”
He looked at you in bewilderment… when you walked past him.. Rushing him?
Dragging his hand over his face, mumbling lowly, “There is no way in hell.”
Pausing your movements, cupping your hand around your ear, “Something was said?”
Jabber blew out a breath, “No ma’am.” While going to open the car door for you.
You both made it to the brunch place, sitting in the booth, looking over the menu. “Mm Jab look.” Pointing to the red velvet waffles that had the ‘limited time only’ sticker on the corner of them. “That looks good, get it.”
Shortly after the waiter came to take orders, then left.
Taking a sip of his drink, he questioned, “You been good pretty? Ain' no body fuckin’ wit you?”
You shook your head, “No, I know how to handle myself.” “Good.”
You and Jabber began talking about everything under the sun. He plans days like these just to catch up with you after he's been busy with his work.
Slightly poking your pink glossed lip out, “I missed you. You’ve been gone a lot…”
He sighed, “I know I've been busy, that’s my fault, pretty, imma do better.”
Grabbing his face, you gave him a soft kiss, “It’s okay, promise.”
The food came out, and all that was heard was the forks scratching the plates. You finished your food quickly, leaning back into the cushion of the booth as you huffed from feeling full.
You grabbed your phone out of your purse, deciding to scroll while you waited for Jabber to finish his food.
You see, Jabber had posted a new story, clicking on it, it showed a picture of you from the other day.
posted 40 minutes ago… | playing… girl with the tattoo -miguel
You lowly cooed while listening to the song play quietly in the back.
Hearting the story, you looked over toward Jabber, seeing as he was done with his food, you poked him with your nail. He turned, giving you his full undivided attention, waiting for you to speak.
“I want you to meet my dad, Jab.”
@kajismp3.! 🦎 ◟
𝜗𝜚. you will be seeing more of these two in the future!
