“Yuh love it though,” I smirk, licking my lips playfully. Then I get up and sit beside him like I’m innocent.
“Jah Jah… so wah you say again. Wah you want?” he asks. He was too invested, even his ear stopped working.
“Gender reveal, babe. Mi love the suspense,” I grin. “But what you prefer?”
“A nuh me… a wah you want mi a go work wid.” I sigh, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.
“It’s not just about me, Nickoi. Mi want you be part of this too, you’re the dad.”
“Tell me wah you want.” He pauses, then speaks in that thoughtful way he always does when he’s thinking outside the box.
“Mi woulda rather be different, enuh Mami… cause everybody a do gender reveal. So instead, make the gender reveal be something private, just me and you and then at the baby shower, we go straight to the point. If a blue, a blue. If a pink, a pink.”
I smile wide. “That coulda work, yes.”
Mi like it. I’ll think about it though. Just then, a knock. Gavin steps in, pauses.
“Yuh ready fi the tea?” he starts, but then freezes when he spots Nickoi. “Oh, sorry… mek mi come out.”
“Gavin,” Nickoi calls. “Nuh talk? Yuh come fi talk to Zara?”
Gavin nods. “Mi a go see wah Ms. Sandra a deal wid,” Nickoi says, getting up. I watch the way he moves, the way he handles every moment.
He leaves. Gavin locks the door behind him.”Mi ready fi the tea,” I grin, eyes on him.
“Wah yuh want, chocolate, mint, or ginger?” he teases, and we both laugh.
“A the tory tea mi want, yuh see yuh,” I say, hitting him with a pillow.
“Alright, alright. So fi the tea now…” he claps his hands.
“Guess who nuh bruck again?”
“Who?” I ask, already laughing.
“Nuh Marko? Him go chap a big, big piece a food, finish build him house and upgrade from the Mark X to a Bimma.”
“Ohhh! So Sash can stay now.” I roll my eyes. Sash always complaining that Marko not giving her anything. She can leff Anna man now, glory to God.
“Yuh tan deh. Sash gone back to him. She in love again cause him a spend the chi-ching-Ching!”
“A gold digger yuh sister be enuh,” I laugh.
“A mi yuh a tell?” Gavin laughs.
“So a him buy the car?” I ask.
“Yes, masa.”
“That’s nice still… she still a work?”
“Yeah… but wah you and har have?”
“Well… more like wah she do. Yuh member Gutta from mi party?”
“Nick friend,” he nods. Once he does, I break it down for him, how I walked in on Gutta and Sash in the living room, the messages I found, and what Nickoi said. Gavin shakes his head.
“Yuh see that likkle gyal deh weh mi call mi sister? A one blasted sore, yuh hear mi. Mi nuh know why she affi gwan so, like man a run weh.”
