“The cars… dem aguh wah know how yuh get them,” I remind him.
“It o’ make sense… Dane done tell them mi have a car mart,” he shrugs. “If him nuh see wah him hear bout him aguh know mi clear the place.”
“You sure babe?” I’m uneasy.
“Yah,” he smirks, and lie down and I roll off to take a shower.
“Mi aguh bathe and come back,” I promise him.
“Hurry up,” he teases as I step into the bathroom. Under the spray of the shower, I can’t help but smile. Funny how it’s always the serious ones who end up being the most playful. I bite my lip at the thought. Fresh and warm, I slip into my panties and tug on his shirt, only to find him already asleep, his hand in his shorts.
“Watch him,” I whisper with a grin. Leaning in, I cup his face and press kisses against those sexy ass lips until they grow warm and plump beneath mine.
NICKOI
As I brush my teeth, I talk to British on the phone. It’s six o’clock now, and Mario
already left. “What you doing now?” British asks.
I wipe my mouth before answering. “Mi a go feed mi youth dem and wake up mi wife.”
“Yes, gwaan do normal stuff. Mek it seem unexpected,” British advises.
“Yeah, respect, sis.” She hangs up.
“Your wife wake already,” Zara says from the door.
I smirk.
She covers her mouth, making me laugh. “Mi nuh know if mi breath smell. It nuh taste bad, but mi nuh able,” she mumbles.
With a smile, she takes out her toothbrush and starts her morning routine. My eyes drop to her fat ass cheeks, barely covered in her thong. My shorts swallowing her, but the back rides up, showing that perfect ass.
Water hits me. She’s splashing me. “Stop look pan mi. Yaw batty man?”
I laugh.
“Yaw laugh? Stop look pan me.” She can hardly keep a straight face.
“Who fa eye?” I tease.
“Stop look pan me,” she says, smiling, and I grab a handful of her ass.
“Stop touch me,” she says, but her voice saying otherwise.
“Who fa hand?” I ask as I brace on her, making her lean forward.
She like dat.
“Stop nuh,” she whines, and I listen. I need to feed the babies anyway. I can hear them awake.
“Mi a go feed the babies. See you downstairs, yuh hear, big batty Zara?” I bite my lip walking out. She fans me off, still shy. I smile to myself. Only one time she lose her pride and everybody know what time that is. I play with the babies for a while before I sponge-bathe them and get them dressed in yellow and white matching onesies. Custom made. Their names stitched in gold.
By the time I’m done, they watching some dumb cartoon Zara always put on. Some potato thing. Probably educational, I don’t know. I make porridge and feed them while they laugh at the screen.
Zara calls the principal, tells her she not coming in today. Then she sits beside me, fidgeting with my fingers. She nervous. She picks up Zahir while I hold Zahira.
“Mi nuh feel like the two a we fi just sit down. Find something fi do otherwise than chilling with us,” I tell her.
