I nod, lashes low, lips parted like I just can’t manage. He lays me down with care, adjusting the pillow behind my head, then shifts closer, one leg bent beside mine. His fingers move to my temple, slow and soft, rubbing circles.Awww look how the bwoy love we!
“I’m gonna get some water for you,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before walking out. Guilt creeps in, thick and sudden.
Mi really have him worrying… but mi couldn’t tek the silence. I had to do something. Then I hear his voice. He’s on a phone call?
Mi heart start beat again.Laad Jesus.
Not him call Dr. Jacobs and nutt’n no do we!
Haha. You a kill me.
I listen, still playing my role. “Allow her to lie down and get some rest… you give her the water yet?” the doctor asks through the phone.
“That mi a do now, so a just the water and mek she rest?” he repeats, sitting on the bed. “No medication?”
“No, you see because it’s a normal thing during pregnancy I wouldn’t recommend she take a pill.”
He sighs, rubbing his hand down his face. “Ah mi a go call yuh if this nuh work, thanks though, and good night.”
He hangs up, sets the phone aside, and brings the glass of water to my lips. I sip slow. His eyes are on me, full of worry. Full of love. I lay back again, breathing deep. After a full minute, I sit up just a little. He’s still watching me.Aw.
“Mi feel better now,” I say softly.
His whole face shifts, relief blooming in his expression. He lies down next to me, and this time, when I press my body into his chest, he wraps his arms around me like he been waiting for this the whole time.
You gwaan with yourself enuh… him shoulda ketch yuh.
“You good?” he asks when he notices I’ve gone quiet.
I look up at him, eyes soft. “I’m good.” You nuh vex wid me no more?
He just hums. “Okay.” Then he starts running his hand down my arm. Slow strokes. Sensual. Unhurried. Like he’s tracing his forgiveness into my skin.
“I looked at my results,” I say, easing the silence.
He raises a brow when I add. “I didn’t do so good.”
He watches me for a second then bursts out laughing. “Mi know you a lie,” he chuckles.
I try to hold my laugh but it slip out anyway. “Chro,” I mumble.
“If Suzanne do so good and only fail one course, mi nuh see how you woulda do bad.”
I smile. “I passed all my courses.”
He grins. That proud-man smile that warm me from the inside out.
“Congratulations, Mami,” he says, leaning in to peck my lips.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Wah you want fi that?” he asks, voice dipping again.
My breath catches. I grin. He turns us over effortless and now he’s hovering above me, his weight pressing gently between my thighs. I feel the heat rising. “Talk, nuh,” he says, trailing kisses along my neck. Jesus.
“Mi nuh know,” I whisper, biting my lip.
“You sure?” His voice now deeper, low and sinful.
