My lips press against his neck and he chuckles low, pulling me closer. We kiss until his lips trail down my jaw, but when he pulls back, he says he’s going to shower. I climb off the bed like it’s a reflex.
“Mi already bathe… mi just wah stay in deh wid yuh.” He’s in the tub now, water glistening off his skin. I sit on the counter watching him, and the whole bathroom feels like a scene.
“Bathing twice inna one night a nuh crime,” he teases and I laugh.
“It’s not, but it unnecessary,” mi smirk, checking my reflection in the mirror.
“My skin a glow bad, babe… look pan mi face!” The fog hides him, but I hear his chuckle. My heart feel light again. An hour ago mi heart did tight with worry, Zahir bawling, me pan edge. Now, everything calm. Love feel easy again.
“We need teething toys,” I mutter, still admiring my face.
“Yah,” he responds, voice deep behind the steam.
***
The Next Day…
By the time we’re downstairs, the place is warm with life. Janel is here. Nicki is feeding the babies. Nickoi sits around the island eating granola, fresh as hell in black tee and LV shorts.
I walk up and kiss his cheek, then lean in and bite a piece of his granola just to mess wid him. No reaction. This man really a ignore mi? I laugh.
“Bwoy, you a suh’m else.” I say and join Nicki. “Wah yuh making?”
“Avocado toast… if him want more,” she reply. I stroll back to Mr. Fine.
“Yuh nuh answer mi question enuh,” I climb on the stool beside him.
“Which question?”
“Mi ask weh yuh a go,” I say, tilting my head.
“Mi a go a Jet mother place, then check the business.” I smile once he says that.
“Mi can come?” I tilt my head. He glances up then nods.
“Mi aguh bathe and get ready,” I say, already heading back upstairs.
I feel like a whole snack when I’m done. White fitted top with “sexy” bold in the middle, tight jeans, white Hermès slides. Hair sleek, lashes on. I spray on my YSL perfume and grab my clutch. When I walk back out, Janel starts hyping me up.
“You look nice eeeeh sister gyal!”
Nicki grins too, holding Zahir. “Girl, yuh come out eeeh!”
I flick my hair, lowkey blushing then I kiss Zahir.
“Mommy aguh buy yuh toy today.” I kiss Zahira too, my little pumpkin. Then we leave. In the Benz, we’re matching. Whitetop, denim, lowkey fly. I take a picture of us, then zone out. At Gregory Park, he pull over at a modest house.
“Mi a drop this off, soon fawud.” I nod, eyes scanning the neighborhood. Men posted up, casual but alert. I recognize that look, they’re watching everything. When Nickoi slide back in the car, I smile.
“You never take long, man.”
He drives off.
“Yuh wah suh’m fi eat?”
“Nah, just water.” He nods and pulls up at a gas station. When he come back, he hands me a bag. I open it, and see water and snacks. “Thanks,” I grin.
One thing him aguh do a spoil me.
