Dickmatized Dainty

51• Lázuri Niah Scott

  
  
When André came, Miss ma'am decided to finally speak.

"So this is the child having your kid?" She spoke, looking away from me to him.

I got up immediately when she said that.

Mih nuh know who deh white fowl yah deh call child.

André ignores her and came to me, pecking my lips with his hand on my tummy.

"Dinner's ready." He announces but kept his eyes on me. "How are you feeling?"

"I'll be better in a minute." I grinned, gesturing to the dining hall

Mih have mih plans.

The chef prepared something a little plain and fancy. I waited until everyone was enjoying their meals before I turned to André sitting at the head of the table by my left. His mother across from me watching my every move as if I was her child.

"I'm sorry." I spoke.

His emerald green eyes lifted to mine and he reaches for my hand. "What is it?"

"You're about to know." I took my hand from his and drops my fork, getting up.

All eyes were on me as I do so.

Looking as if I had no intention of doing something bad, I walked away then snatched Willow's phone. Turning to head back to André's side and dropped his daugher's phone in his glass of water.

"What is wrong with you?" She gasped.

"Are you crazy!" The mother hissed.

"Listen good, because I won't repeat myself." I said clearly and looks in everyone's faces.

André included.

"I cleaned André's toilets and mopped his floors to buy what I wanted and what I needed. If I don't listen my music then I'm a different entity. If he didn't orgasmed his semen into my fertile cunt then I probably wouldn't even be pregnancy and extra moody right now. I never asked to be here but I am and he is the one whom brought me. So, take your problems to the man of the house and not the Jamaican 'child' bringing his 'male heir' into this world. This is a promise, for if I lose my sanity and stress takes this child away,"

I looked at André to see his change of expression.

He's been trying so hard to make my pregnancy stress free and this is my pay back.

I went to bed and dreamt about it. About the earring I found on his bedroom floor that belongs to Willow. I'm not playing with these people.

I'm not playing with his child.

The look on her face shows how scared she was, and for his mother, she looked uncomfortable.

Zyair dutty mada wouldn't look suh.

A suh mih know André hold power.

"I won't be here to see what he does then. Is that what you want Willow?" I asked, removing the earring from my dress pocket and held it up for everyone to see. "To see your dad sad and heartbroken for losing someone he claims to love after years of a failed arranged marriage and his unborn son, your little brother."

She looks away from me and took a glance at her father, scared.

"Your own flesh and blood gone because of your actions. It may be as simple as my headphone, but a simple trash can blinds the eye and every cause has an effect." The silence was dreadful. "Unlike you, since I'm poor. To this day I still wished my mother wasn't provoked by my father's family and had lost my baby brother six months in. Daddy couldn't afford a surrogate but I know your dad can."