He sighs. “If mi did drive mi Benz this wouldn’t happen, mi ever have money all ‘bout in a that. Jah Jah.”
“How much yuh want?” I ask, digging into my purse.
He doesn’t answer.
I sigh.
He’s not used to taking, he’s the one always giving. “That Gov, Zara mi a go mek Gutta get it and meet me after mi drop off the babies,” he says, irritating my soul.
“Nickoi, don’t grieve me spirit,” I snap.
He turns, surprised.
“We a get married soon and you lef your money and yuh nuh wah take money from me? A nuh this mi deh yah for? Fi have yuh back? You think a’ only badness? Mi deh yah fi you and you deh yah fi me.”
Preach, sister. Amen anybody?
He starts smiling. I glare at him.
“You nuh have the amount weh mi want, babe,” he says.
“Mi have fifty thousand in hand. You want more than that?” I ask.
He nods.
“Well, mi have mi card. Mi can draw any amount yuh want, so stop at an ATM,” I say.
He smiles.
Awww. Watch wife.
“Mi love yuh enuh,” he says.
“I love you too,” I smile.
He takes the money. “Just give me 10K fi now. Mi affi stop at home and get the card before mi link the agent, though.”
I hand him the 10K.
“Respect enuh, Mami. Yuh know wah yuh deserve fi this?” he smirks.
“Please drive. It’s almost 8:00,” I smile sheepishly.
Chro Mon.
He chuckles, turning the car around. He pulls up to his mom’s gate but doesn’t move.
“Bring them in and come inna the front.”
“Okay,” I say, stepping out. I take the babies out and head to the veranda. Nicki’s there. She looks at the car, her expression quite unreadable, before looking at me.
“Good morning, Zara.”
“Good morning Mommy,” I smile.
She chuckles.
“Yuh fi call me that more often.”
