I nod. “Alright, Grams. Yah go see me.”
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It feels good bonding with Nicki, swapping dresses, fixing our makeup,
and getting the twins ready. They babble to themselves, wide eyes flicking between us. They’re always so curious. I glance at Zahira just in time to catch her lifting her dress to her mouth.
“Hey!” I say sharply. She drops it right away, then smiles like she’s innocent.
“You know you doing something wrong enuh. Don’t act like you don’t know.” I pick up the hem and move it out of her reach. She pouts, and I kiss her little lips.
Feisty.
That’s you…
“Watch har face nuh,” Nicki laughs, fixing one of the little puff in her hair. I finish lining my lips, eyes still on my babies.
Once we’re ready we walk outside, Nickoi is parked in front of the house, bobbing to some Masicka. The moment he sees me,he smirks, eyes fixed like he never expected anything less. One thing about me? I never embarrass my man in public.
I always slay.
“How yuh a gwaan so?” he grins, stepping out to help Nicki with the twins.
Once they’re buckled in, he helps Nicki into the car, then holds the door open for me like the gentleman he pretends he’s not. I slide in. He gets in the driver’s seat, starts the car, and we head off toward John’s Road. We get there within minutes.
Everyone is dressed nicely.
What a good thing yuh dress up,my subconscious shrieks.
I’m sitting in the living room with my babies in my lap as everyone mingles around. Then Nickoi approaches us, casually confident as always. He leans in and kisses both of their cheeks, soft and affectionate, and I can’t help but let my eyes roam over him.
He’s wearing a Louis Vuitton two-piece set, of course. When he isn’t rocking Polo, he has a serious thing for Louis V. I smile sweetly when he catches me staring.
“Wah you want fi drink?” he asks.
“Um… the dinner soon start, so I’ll just wait,” I reply, thinking the food must be almost ready.
“Yes, but the food nuh done cook, so you probably a go want something fi eat or drink until a time fi it start,” he insists, not taking no for an answer.
“I want grapes and water,” I finally decide, unable to resist how caring he’s being.
“Ah,” he says with a smirk before walking off. He returns about five minutes later with my grapes and water, but just as I’m about to thank him, his cousin calls him away. I sit quietly, still a little shy, not really comfortable walking around to greet everyone I don’t know.
“Hey, Zara,” Ms. Cherry greets with a warm smile, her almond-shaped eyes kind and inviting.
“Hi,” I reply with a small smile of my own.
“I’m happy to have you here,” she says sincerely, and I nod in response, touched by her kindness.
“Thank you,” I say softly. She then tells me that I can put the babies in her room if they get sleepy.
“Okay, and they kinda want to sleep,” I say, rising to my feet. She chuckles as she walks away, and just then Jordane approaches.
“Miss Willia—Mrs. Jacobs,” he says playfully, and my smile grows. He takes Zahira from me, and I walk with Zahir in my arms to the bedroom, Jordane close behind. He gently lays her down beside her brother, and I wrap my arms around him in a quick hug.
“How are you?” I ask when I pull away.
