Jordanne's POV:
" Tell her whatever yuh need fi tell her big man" I say clearly.
Man yah a annoy the f*ck outa me.
"She know nuttin no do her numbers, at this point even my seniors a ask why she no move up yet... anuh just she alone a wonder," Richard complains.
Nobody cya handle a situation demself these days. Dem always need my help.
J' this..
Danne that ..
Drip this ...
Jordanne that...
Really the only person weh supposed to a get my attention barely gets it these days.
We've been married for a year and what? ...four months?
*Mhmhm*
One year of bliss, mind blowing sex, trips, staying in New York, Jniia's birth... just complete euphoria.
*And?*
And four months of shock. The shock of finding out she was two months pregnant, four months ago. Think we been a live in a state of shock since then.
*Unuh good... yah overthink.*
Maybe...
*You need fi delegate more fi real too*
True... but can I?
Me like things my way and if it no do properly, time is wasted and time is money.
Wah be like one a dem man deh. You know? The one dem from Ms.Janette likkle book dem. Them rich as f*ck but somehow always have free time?
*Man dem work fi two minutes per day and still wealthy killa*
Fit as f*ck but never train?
*Haha zero f*cking gym time*
Evillll and cold yuh f*ck, but somehow dem mental nuh shake???
*No therapy, no nuttin... just naturally balanced?*
Yeah mi wah give her that....
*Fairytale dat killa*
No joke, but I'm the closest to it and mahgo reach there– believe.
Anything fimi woman....
*Except her dream job?*
Yo buil...
"Yah hear me???" Richard's voice disrupts me... again.
"Hmmm" I offer.
"Yeah so wah the solution, cause right now the only sensible thing if yuh nahgo tell her, is for us to let her go..."
Love dat... I smile.
What? she can cry on my shoulders and I'll buy her, her own central bank or supm so she get over it.
*Jordanne...*
Okayyyyyy.... slipping back into Drip... I caught it.
"Nah, she'll leave on her own. Mi know me wife, she nah accept the f*ckry from you fi much longer"
I hear him hiss.
Man more frustrated than me. Baby's numbers must be impeccable.
Love dat... mi likkle brain box.
