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📍 Manchester, Jamaica | Newport

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📍 Manchester, Jamaica | Newport

Next Day | Monday, June 6th

10 AM

"Why Sarai ah ring dung mi bird suh early inna di bloodclaat mawning"

I roll over to face Noah, who was currently holding tight onto my naked body.

Hope mi breath nuh stink...

"Huh?" I question him, my voice coming out a bit groggy.

"Yuh sista" he says.

"She call mi bout ten time already since mawning"

Mi pussyclaat!

I jump up from my position in the bed scrambling around the room to find my phone.

"I was supposed to take Lailah to daycare today" I explain to him, digging through the clothes on the ground.

But instead, mi deh yah ah lay up inna bed with her fada.

Mi sista man...

Ello! Ello!

Not any more babes, he was her man.

Yours now.

"She's probably calling you because she didn't get me"

How the fuck did I sleep through my alarms?

My eyes suddenly catch a glimpse of my phone, tucked away neatly under the clothes I had stripped off last night.

I pick it up quickly, frantically scanning my notification center.

From: Sarai 💜✨ (11 missed calls)

Shit!

"I have to hurry up and get Lailah ready before she start call again" I call to him over my shoulder, hurrying to exit the room.

Wait...

Mi nuh have on nuh clothes.

I run back into the room, grabbing the first thing I see on the floor and pulling it over my body before running over to my dresser to get a pair of clean underwear.

Once I am back in the hallway, I bolt towards Lailah's nursery to wake her up.

"Morning my baby...." I coo at her as I walk up to her crib.

She was wide awake, eyes open and scanning around the room.

"Time to bathe and get ready" I tell her, picking her up from her position.

With Sarai gone most of the time these days, Noah and I would share the responsibility of taking care of her.

Sometimes Samir would help, but that would be if he was willing to.

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