lean over and slip into my robe. I tie it and sit beside him.
“Hate yuh ways eno mon,” he whines.
I ignore that.
“So you talk to har bout your uncle…” I trail off, thinking of what to say.
“Hmm..” he hums. I stay silent, watching as he zips his pants before I speak.
“Babe you ask her?” he runs his hand on his ring. It’s on his right hand with a skull on it. His eyes are blank and his jaw is clenched. He’s slowly going back to the first stage the more he talks about this.
I sigh.
And clearly sex cannot help.
If you talk it will help..
“You ask her?” I repeat in a calm tone.
He nods.
As I wait for him to elaborate I realize that he has no plan to actually do that.
I touch him.
“Zara mi nuh wah talk bout this,” he sighs.
“You already told me the hardest part you can do this baby,” I try.
He laughs but it’s far from humor. “Mi tell yuh the hardest?” He repeats like a question before his face gets serious again looking at me. “Mi nuh tell yuh the hardest part yet.”
I breathe out. Can this mess get any worst? What the hell was wrong with Nicki? “Well one thing I learn is that we can do anything once we have each other,” I smile, lacing our fingers together. To my surprise, he starts smiling.
“You smiling?” I smile.
“Still a go through a turmoil but mi cya help it,” he retorts with a chuckle.
“I understand,” I tell him.
“But yea mi ask mommy bout it and she only mek things worst,” he says. I decide to stay quiet and let him talk. He continues when I’m silent.
“Mi tell har mi know uncle Orion a Junior father then mi ask har who a mine if a Orion or a Owayne.”
“Wah she say?” I ask.
He shrugs. “She did freak out…”
“So she never tell you?” I question, irritated.
“She walk weh,” he says.How she fi do that?My subconscious asks angrily. Now I know why he was soo angry earlier. He’s confused and he has no idea who his father is. Jesus..
“Babe..” I touch his hand, he’s a little tense. His eyes turns to me.
“I’ve never been in a situation like this so I won’t say I understand it but I can imagine. And even though what I’m about to say isn’t as valid I know who your dad is,” I admit.
“Who?” he asks.
“You know too Nickoi you’re just not sure but I am. It’s obvious, the Don is your father, Outlaw. I’m looking at him right now when I look at you and when I think back about the picture that hangs in your room,” I tell him.
