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                                  D'JONEY

Monday, October 22, 9:00pm

"A Tyrique pickney fi real? Yuh sure anuh Marlon own?" Nyla exclaims like D'Metrei isn't there and can't understand every word she said.

"Yes Nyla. Marlon couldn't do a ting" I roll my eyes as I continue teaching him how to spell some basic words.

"It's just.. He's light skin and Tyrique is.." I eye her.

"Dark skin. I'm light skinned, Nyla" this conversation is getting annoying and im going to snap any minute.

"Ah ah. Bridgette still feels like there's a chance..."

"Fuck Bridgette and fuck you too" I snap, finally. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops.

"Why are you so pressed?" She rolls her neck. The more she speaks, the more she reminds me of Bridgette.

"Because you're asking stupid questions. Yuh think seh Ty nuh do a paternity test? Yes, he's a Headley, but he's not Marlon's".

Yuh nasty. Guh outta road guh fuck and stop fuck yuh husband bredda.

D'Metrei was tuned in to the conversation, wrapping his finger around a curly strand of his hair. His eyes moved from me to his aunt and I sigh.

"Yow" the familiar voice at the door immediately lightens my mood. Nyla hisses her teeth and leaves after eyeing me with disgust.

At least Nyla sane.

"Hi" my voice was sweeter than honey. He comes over and places a kiss on my lips then daps up D'Metrei.

"Waah gwaan king" he didn't smile. I don't know why but that's so attractive.

You're deranged.

"I'm gonna go make the bed while you catch up with him okay?" He doesn't look at me but he nods.

I hurry to the room and close the door, gathering myself. I drag the sheets over the bed, smoothing it out and laying the pillows on top.

I sigh, leaving the room and going back to them. D'Metrei is seated where I previously was and Ty is beside him with his back turned to me, showing him something on his phone.

He seems to sense my presence as he looks back at me with a dark glint in his eyes, something that has my lower region throbbing.

Memba the pickney.

"A bedtime now eno king" He leads him to his room to tuck him in. I tighten my robe when I see a message from Nyla.

NyNy💞:Im home if yuh even care.
Me: mhmm.

I don't hate my sister, I can't, but she's been behaving like Bridgette these past few years and I hate it. I now see why she's the favorite.

"Why yuh look suh down?" He places his hands on each cheek, forcing me to look into his eyes so I can't lie.

"It's Nyla" I sigh before continuing, "she thinks D isn't yours but he was conceived the evening when you told me-", "I remember it vividly, Joney" he cuts me off.

It's still a touchy topic for him and I understand.

Yuh understand cause yaah eediat.

"How much time me affi tell yuh seh fi stop try prove things to people? Why yuh suh stubborn?" His brows knit in frustration and I play with my fingers. As if sensing it, he reaches forward and takes my hands in his.