He chuckles and licks his lips. “Mi have a question.” His expression shifts, and now I’m curious.Wah him up to now?
“Go ahead,” I say, smiling.
“You a go give me a son after yuh have the baby girl?” he asks, surprising me. “Like, we try again?”Awww.How could I ever say no? I hold his face, staring into his eyes.
“I’ll give you anything you want… so if you want a son, we’ll try again.”
He smacks his lips. “Mi like the sound a dat.”
I laugh. “Of course you would.” He starts laughing too.
“Mi a go finish do wah mi a do,” he says, getting up.
“Wah you a go do while mi a work?” he asks, lowkey concerned.
“Catch up on True Story,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Mi convinced seh Kevin Hart a yuh favorite actor.” I laugh and nod. Then I gasp at what he says next.
“Mi a go mek a link and mek yuh get fi meet him.”
GASP.
“Fi real?!” It sounds wild, but with Nickoi? I know better than to doubt him. Based on past promises, he always makes them happen.Yuh betta know!
“Yah,” he nods casually.
***
“Memba mi wah look fi Mama.” I glance over at Nickoi and he nods, his eyes focused on the road. We’re heading to Doctor Jacobs’ office for my check-up.
“We a go link Miss Sandra after the check-up,” he says.
“Okay,” I smile, scanning the place outside the window, until I spot two women fighting at a bar. I look at him to see if he’s catching it, but his eyes are locked on the road. I burst out laughing. “Yuh nuh see that? Yuh miss sup’m.”
“That a the least,” he says flatly. Really? Him not even know wah mi a talk ‘bout and him already chalk it up to ‘the least’.
“Two woman a fight at the bar… one have board and machete, and the other one have knife.”
“Jah Jah,” he mutters. Oh… well that’s better. Today we’re both matchinglowkey. Nickoi’s dressed in a clean white tee, jeans, and his classic desert Clarks. Me? I’m wearing this soft white dress that hugs my body in all the right places. It’s a corset-style top that flares into a flowing skirt, giving off luxury picnic vibes. I decided to wear my black Hermes slides. My natural hair is slicked back into a neat low ponytail. I take up his phone and start snapping some pics. When I glance at him, he’s looking at me, likereallylooking.
“Love fi see yuh real hair,” he smirks.
“Eeeh? It too hard fi groom,” I say, and he nods but doesn’t say anything else.
I pull out a small Pringles from my bag and start munching. He eyes me again.
“Yuh have no idea fi maternity shoot?” he asks.
I grin, excited. “I’m doing one?”
Yes!
“Yeah, mi wah yuh dweet before the baby shower, so the pictures can be there,” he says.Oh, mi say deh bwoy ya fancy, essi.
“I’m gonna have to get some inspiration,” I beam.
“Do dat man,” he nods. Then he continues, “Mi did a reason wid the event planner… mi a tell har mi nuh 3’ like do wah everybody else a do. She a say pink woulda nice, but mi wish it was a different color.”
