Page 263 of Not My Type 2


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“…you moan to me when mi deep inside a you and tell me say you love me, just an hour ago,” I remind her.

She pecks my lips. “It’s a love and hate situation, now bye. Go get mykids,” she says and I move my hand.

I don’t know why I found that rude but mostly, cute.

“Arite wifey,” I say with a smile then she stops me when I’m getting off the bed.

“Babe?” she says softly.

“Yeah?”

“Please be careful on the road… promise me,” she says in a worried tone.

“Mi a go be careful mon,” I tell her and she sits up.

“But you nuh promise me,” she has a point.

“Mi cya know wah go gwaan pan eh road stillz but mi a go be careful, mi promise,” I tell her then she smiles.

“Okay.”

I walk out, heading down the stairs then the room door pulls. When I look behind me she’s at the door looking at me. I come to a halt and turn half way.

“Wahm?” I ask.

“Tomorrow a gym day, you a come?” she’s cute at the door looking down at me.

About the gym…

No.

“Aaah… yes,” I say, hoping she doesn’t remember about this tomorrow. She tie her robe and lean on the door.

“Okay, can’t wait,” she beams.

***

Sometimes I wonder if I’m being unfair. I want Zara to listen to me and do what I say but when it comes to her telling me something, I don’t listen. I shake my head looking at my lock screen.

Imagine, I drove out at 5:15 and now I’m parked at the Gas station behind Rick’s car at 5:25.

It’s just hard to adjust to driving slow when I’ve been driving fast all my life. I’m going to do better, for her at least and the babies. A knock on my window startles me and I snap my head around.

It’s Rick.

We’re parked at a Total Gas station but we’re not on the pump. He called and told me he’s nearby so I pulled up.

“One thing wid you enuh dawg, yuh aguh tek long fi fawud out a yuh car.”

We laugh.

Then I spot Gutta and Junior walking out of the supermarket.

“Never know dem deh a foot,” I say and they approach us.

“Weh eh Don deh pan?” Gutta starts as he hits his fist into mine.

“Know say a mi youth dem mi a go pick up over Mamz,” I retort and hit my fist with Junior. He’s drinking a Lucozade.