Wednesday, November 13-{3:43a.m}
"Gio," Hearing my name being called, I open my eyes and hum in response.
Tired yuh fuck.
"Babe," Shadia?
I quickly lift my head up to look at her.
Thanks, Mr. Bigman!
"Pretty girl," She hums in response.
"You ok? Feeling any pain?" She shakes her head no.
"My head is hurting me though. A little. What happened? Why am I here?" She asks. Swear me no like how she look...weak.
"You fainted today— well yesterday since I think it's past midnight." I tell her. So yuh nahh tell har?
"Oh," I all she said.
Eeh?
Notice say mia ignore yuh?
"Need a pain killer?" I ask her, referring to the headache she said she has earlier.
"No, it's not that bad." I hum and nod.
"Yuh can go back go sleep, we'll talk in the morning," I peck her forehead.
"Yuh can come on the bed?" Bed yah too small fih my liking, that's why me no dehh pan it innah the first place.
But I didn't tell her that though, instead; I nod.
"Me love yuh, yer?"
"I love you too,"
I peck her forehead.
Soon after, her slight snores fill the room and I soon fell asleep.
• • •
8:37pa.m
"Babe, I'm fine, see?" Shadia says, trying to convince me. Still no business.
Aunty came in this morning and did some check up and said that she's fine, but me still no business.
She still looks weak and she's pregnant.
"Mmhm. Gwaan back pan the bed, I'll go get the food." Yuh nahh tell the girl, Gio?
Dah battyman yah no rest me!?
Two a we a battyman, pussy!
I hiss. Nahh go argue with me damn subconscious, which's myself.
It's not that I don't want to tell her, it's actually the fact that I'm scared to. Yes, me Giovanni Roman Cunningham scared.
Shocked? Yeah, me too.
I'm actually scared of how it's going to turn out if/when I tell, suppose she leff me?
Selfish.
Yeah, mih know, but suppose she does?
Yahh ask me say? Try yuh luck.
How me go— Wah me go do?
Live like a nawmal smaddy, wah yuh fih do?
Mmcht.
Yuh no understand, Mi cyah lose har, dawg.
Not now, not ever.
And me know she might say sumn like, "I need some space," and me nahh go take dat, if you and smaddy dat and yuh hear dem say dat, no look back a rass! Cause the rocket nahh come back.
Me no innah dat, a swear.
Figot a she go birth di child?
Yeah, but still—
Fuckry yahh chat, tell har, bredda.
I heave a sigh.
Waiting for about five minutes, the delivery finally came with the food, I paid him and give him a $2000 tip.
He thanked me and I nod, walking back to my aunt's doctor's office.
Ashley came to visit her this morning, but she left seeing that Shadia was okay and that she had to leave for work.
"Here," I hand her the food.
"Thanks," She smiles.
"Want me feed yuh?"
"Babe, why are you treating me like a child?" Because yahh carry one.
Ignoring my subconscious, I answer her.
"Me always treat yuh like a baby, pretty girl. Yahh my baby," I peck her forehead. Conscience a kill me.
"But—Mmhm." She smiles and shake her head.
"Gimmih the fork," I take the for and box from her hands, and feed her.
"Yuh don't want any?" The swallows the food that was in her mouth, then ask.
I shake my head. "Me great."
"Oh," I hum.
"Aunty say yuh can go home after this," I tell her, smiles.
"Thank God,"
• • •
I just got discharged and when me tell yuh sehh it's a relief.
I hate hospitals and being at the doctor, a cyah me alone.
Gio has my bag that has some clothes of mine inside, incase I had to stay longer.
Mrs. Wright has a personal bathroom, she gave me permission to use it this morning, which I did.
Me couldn't bother fih get up and no bathe, my skin felt stuck and itchy.
Anywaysss, We a go home.
Walking towards the parking lot, Mrs. Wright calls Gio.
"Mia fawud," He hands me the car keys. I nod, take them from him and walk to the car, open it and sit in the passenger seat.
After about five minutes, he comes and put the bags in the seat then comes around the drivers seat.
"Why yuh neva come yasso, bad driva?" I laugh.
"Me? Like yuh no love yuh life," He chuckles and start the car.
"Me ago give yuh the Beamer fi drive next week?" I turn to look at him.
"And if me crash?"
"Dat nah gwaan man, me have faith unnah yuh," Okayyyy.
"Ok, sir,"
Soon after, we pull up into his garage.
"Have some business fih dealid, Jerry ago come over since a me and Spragga," I roll my eyes. Him affi go?
"Pretty girl, no badda wit' dat, me affi go."
"Ok, open the door." I fold my arms over mt chest.
"Shadia,"
"Shadia,"
"Badman, mia talk to yuh," He says, sounding irritated.
I hiss and turn to him.
"Me nahh stay long, Me just ago sort out some things fih Appleton and fawud back, me promise." He tell me.
"What things?"
"Jah, jah." He looks away. "Cyah tell yuh dat, Babes, not right now." Oh.
"Okay then," I shrug. "Pinky promise?" I hold out my pinky.
He chuckles. "Promise," He connects our pinkies.
"Good, if yuh come late, guest room to you." Hear yah! Ah fih yuh house?
"Alright then," He chuckles.
"Ago get miself ready, when Spragga come, me go leave," I nod. We both exit the vehicle and Gio goes around the back to take out the bags.
About 20 minutes after, Spragga and Sasha comes through the door, Spragga has his own key, plus his hand print is on the door knob.
"Yooo!" Spragga shouts, it echoes.
"Yuh can make noise so, edyat?" I laugh and hug my bestie.
"Easy no, Dia. Wehh yuh scabby man dehh?"
"Any scabby fih in yah ah you, me man upstairs. Bright." He holds his chest, feigning hurt.
"Dat is it, me baby," Gio hugs me from behind and kiss my neck.
"Y pree, Jerry?" He turn to Sasha.
She hiss. "Me dehh yah innuh, Black Cat," Spragga and Gio laughs.
"Great?" Sasha nods.
"Ahh, we a liff up now, if unnuh wahh nuhn, call we, go make Dawka or one a de fawud, zeen?" Sasha and I nod.
"Fix yuh face, Slim," Spragga pulls her into his chest.
"But yuh go take long," Sasha a bawl to rass.
"Me nahh take long, Babes, me promise."
"Pinky promise?" Watchya again, the two yamed dem.
"Promise," Spragga connects their fingers.
"Make sure, Bye." Spragga pecks her lips.
"Lata." She nods.
"Soon fawud fi real," Gio pecks my forehead.
"Okay," I nod.
They both walk off.
"Be safe," Sasha and I say in unison.
The both look back and wave, before the close the door and left.
"What do to!" Sasha plops down in the sofa.
"Girl! Mine me niece," I sit beside her.
"Which niece? Issa boy me go have, unlike you,"
"Unlike who? Afta mih nuh pregnant," Sasha looks at me and squint her eyes.
"Jesus Christ," She rubs her head, looking away.
A wah?
"A wah Sasha-Gaye?" She quickly shakes her head.
"Nuhn, nuhn,"
"Dat no seem like nuhn, yah try say me pregnant?" I stand to my feet.
"No put no words innah me mouth, Shadz." Awoh.
"Wah Mrs. Wright tell unnuh?" My eyes starts to sting.
"Lawda Mercy," Sasha stands to hug me.
I step back.
"Wah Mrs. Wright tell unnuh, Sasha-Gaye?"
Come to think of it, she didn't really tell me anything, she mostly spoke to Gio.
"Yes, you're pregnant,"
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