I sigh. “I need to.” He sits beside me, and I already feel my mood easing.
“Yes, but I understand how you feel. I should’ve given you a heads-up… but I had a feeling you wouldn’t bother come,” he says.
I laugh. “I wouldn’t.” We both crack up, the tension gone. When the laughter settles, we apologize to each other. An hour later, I’m pulling up outside my galsion. Zara opens the door, cradling both babies in her arms and just like that, my smile stretches.That’s your family, bruh.That thought hits deep.For sure is.I kiss her cheek, taking Zahir from her. “What’s up, Mami?”
“Being a mom,” she sighs. I tap her ass, and she smiles. The scent of Escovitch fish hits me as I step inside, pulling me toward the kitchen.
“Mama yah cook up a storm, man,” I joke, walking in.
“Yes, mi bwoy,” she chuckles. Upstairs, I help Zara settle the twins. When we’re done, she tosses a pillow at me, I catch it easily.
“Mi talk to mi lawyer. Your business almost finalized,” I tell her.
“Ouuu!” she cheers, kissing me. “I have the best fiancé.”
“And mi have the best fiancée,” I grin. She winks, throws another pillow, this one hits my head and drops on the floor. I glare playfully, then lunge for her. She squeals, jumps on the bed. I circle to the other side, and she hops off, tripping on the sheet. I smirk.
“Chro!” she laughs as I grab her, her legs tangled.
“Yeh man,” I say, lifting her by the waist.
“Mi nuh heavy to you?” she asks, laughing in my arms.
“Wah mi have muscle fa? And a nuh regula mi have yuh like this?” She hides her face in my neck, still holding on.
“Mami,” I say, walking us to the bed while she straddles me.
“Hmm?” she looks up, hands resting on my back.
“How was your day?” She traps her teeth between my bottom lip, then lets go.
“It was okay. I played with the twins… talked to Mommy.”
“Wah gwaan fi yuh mommy?”
“She’s good, but she made her decision today.” Decision?
“What decision?” I ask, eyebrows pulling together. She’s quiet, eyes heavy with a sadness she’s barely hiding. I already know what’s on her mind before she says it.
“Mama didn’t want to leave me, but Mommy insists fi tek har. Seh she in our personal space.” I don’t mind Mama staying here.
“Eeeeh.”
“She seh since Mama afraid a plane, she’d just live here… but that’s too much, so she’s taking Mama.” Her voice drops at the end, like it’s a weight she can’t shake.
“You nuh wah that though?” I question. She shakes her head no.
“Mi know, man.”
“It’s what’s best for her. And Mommy done make her decision.”
“Don’t be down bout it, Mami. Member mi can always mek yuh visit. Plus this is about her safety.”
“Mi know.” She’s still looking sad, I cup her breast—nothing.Try harder.My hand slides down to grab her ass, then wraps around her waist, pulling her close. Her neck’s the weak spot. I circle my hand there, forcing her eyes to meet mine. Lust darkens her gaze. The air between us thickens.
I pull her closer to the edge of the bed and whisper, “You a go mek noise?” In her ear. Her grandma downstairs.
“Yeah… uh, no,” she murmurs, and we laugh. I tug her shorts down, smirking.
