Ryleigh's POV:
"A your turn" I whimper.
"Your turn killa," he chuckles, sliding his hand from betwixt my thighs.
He's grown fond of cupping my vagina while he sleeps. 'It keep me warm' were his exact words. Fight as I might, both his palms will always find their way there at some point throughout the nights.
Jniia's cries increase and so does my anxiety. Is ah battle when a time fi get up and see to her. She used to be just arm's length away from me but now we're 'sleep training' her or whatever the f*ck my Doula calls it.
*Ina my mind it's neglect*
All me know is me heart a hurt me, and I want to go see to her, but I literally just got up to pee less than two minutes ago.
"Mi ago che–" I try to say but Jordanne cups my mouth, silencing me.
Somebody is passing our room door...
Just by the dragging of the slippers I know it's JJ.
*Junior him say him want yuh call him now Mumma*
JJ..... a dat mi a call him.
"Jordanne move yuh ha–" I say, words muffled from his palm still capturing my mouth.
*Same palm weh a come from we front*
"Sssshhhhhh..... yuh affi fight the urge fi get up... him affi up fi school anyways let him check," he suggests, trying to convince himself more than me.
I stir... and every fibre ina me body ready fi go look pah me pikny.
His fingers finally release my lips.
"Are we doing too much too young?" I whisper as soon as my lips are free, trying to keep the half silence going.
"Yuh f*ck.." he trails off, smiling at my concern. "Wayyyyyy too much bad head, but me used to tha–"
He pauses, searching my features as a way of reading my thoughts.
I duh know if I'm used to the load...
Or a just so things pile up when yah adult? I just turned 24 last month and the people I know at this age are just starting their careers, some are traveling, while most just do not have all the responsibilities that we do.
*Dem a live dem maddest life ina dem early twenties*
But I already did that in college, so that's kinda boring to me now. Nuh know how fi explain it.
"Just tell me when and wah you feel like you need help with and I'll delegate," he adds.
Mi nuh used to delegation either.
We tried that.....
I don't like how the cleaner cleans... mi re-clean it and felt too bad to fire her so she still works here.
I don't like the fact that Ms.Cherry spends more time with my children than I do... so mi work from home now more than ever.
We don't have a chef because... well... Jordanne only eat certain type ah food from people, so that would prove futile.
*And you woulda re-cook it*
DWFL maybe.....
Jniia's ear shattering scream grabs me from the thought world.
"B*mboclawtttttt..." Jordanne hisses lowly, swinging from the bed in one motion and exiting in pursuit of the new love of his life.
My beautiful, chocolate skin, bright eyed babygirl– Jniia Leanne Sheer.
