“Woah! So it’s a change of plan, huh?” he’s laughing. “Congrats mi nephew!”
“Yah man… a bet is a bet… and we win.”
“You don’t play, enuh, but mi love the sound a dat.”
30
Peace
I help her off the bed after sliding on her flat shoes. Surprisingly, she’s going to church with her grandma today. She slips her hand off my shoulder and I straighten my shirt. I’m not going with them… so don’t even think about it. Mi just a drop har off a har grandmother.
Jah Jah… sinnaz fi dayz,my subconscious chuckles.
Mi believe inna God, but yuh cyaa get me inna church… yuh mad? She groans, leaning on the bed, and I glance down at her. Her head shifts to the side and I spot two fresh hickeys on her neck… and three on her breast. I adjust her dress slightly, covering them. Cyaa mek the church people dem see dat.
Ha… and yuh neck full a hickey enuh, Nickoi, but yuh nuh affi cover yours.
Zara, Zara, Zara, I call her name in my head, slow and deliberate, reminiscing.
She starts blushing. “What?” she asks all innocent. Who she think she a fool?
She behaved like a whole devil earlier… now look at her, goin’ to church like she holy and saved. Hm. The irony.
“Jah Jah,” I smile at the thought, still looking at her groaning.
“You a feel pain, Mami?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. She yawns, barely covering her mouth and nods slowly.
But must,my subconscious grins.
“Just a little pain in my legs,” she says.
“You tired?” I ask with a cocky smirk, knowing full well she is. Another yawn slips out and I can’t even hide my smile. It’s 9 o’clock now. We woke up at 7:30. Showered together. Got dressed. And that’s not even half the story. Just know, my morning was great. I’ll leave it there.
“Yes, Nickoi,” she blushes, turning her head away. I hold her face gently, turning it back so she looks at me. I stay quiet, studying her features. She blinks up at me, those sleepy eyes still glistening. After a few seconds of silence, I smile. She nice enuh. Swear.
“You just a smile so,” she chuckles, picking up her purse. “A wah you a think bout me?”You wah know? Mi nuh think yuh really wah know, Mami.
“Nuff things,” I reply with a grin. Zara glances at me, shaking her head. The look on her face tells me she already have an idea.
“Mi know wah you a think… nasty,” she rolls her eyes and shoves me playfully as she walks past. My eyes lock onto her ass. Instinct. I bite my bottom lip, taking her in from behind, blue dress hugging every curve, suede shoes clicking soft on the tile, long black hair brushing just below her butt. Clova styled heryesterday for the baby shower tomorrow.She look good enuh,my subconscious whistles. I smile to myself. Still cya believe a my woman, dawg.Yuh better believe. Hard work pay off,my subconscious claps. She reaches the door and glances back just as I punch in the password to unlock the box where I keep my Glock. Had it there a while now. “Come on nuh babe, mi suppose to meet up with Mama now.”
I look up at her. “Mi a fawud, Mami,” I say, and she slowly eases the door shut.
I take out my gun and tuck it in my waist. Mi nuh intend fi use it, but mi affi have it, just in case.Hm… weh Zara say?my subconscious drags me back to that embarrassing day. Jah… doh even remind mi. Mi did feel like a clown yuh fret.
“Nickoi!” she calls again. I walk out and meet her by the door. She was halfway walking back in.
“Chro,” she hisses, face all twisted in annoyance. I chuckle. Girl impatient bad.
“So yuh well wah reach church?” I ask as we head down the stairs.
“Yes, mi excited fi learn and worship,” she says, sounding serious. I turn to face her when we reach the bottom.
“Eeeh? So yuh nuh tired?”
“Yes,” she nods.
“Well as far as mi see, yuh nah guh learn nuttn… cause a bare sleep yuh ago sleep,” I smirk. She catches the hint and laughs. Good. Mi like that she sharp.
