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I kiss his lips one last time before exiting the vehicle. He stays in position with steady eyes on me up until I was at the door of my grandmother's house. His car roars to life as he speeds of down the road and I knock on the door.
I hug my mother who open the door the next minute but I didn't miss her expression before she quickly masked it with a smile.
"Mimi a weh yah do a come outta dem typa car deh? Which man yuh go pick up?," questions bombard me by my relatives as soon as I enter the living room. I ignore the ushering out a simple 'good evening' before I was off to look for my grandparents ignoring the shock and following arguments about my 'sudden pregnancy'.
Seeing grandpa at the back with the rest of the men I walk up to them. "Good evening, Papa yuh always deh pon your foot dem sah," I say and he turns to smile at me.
"Yuh know how the tings set baby, mi nah get nuh younger nuh mean seh mi lay dung pon mi old foot and nah do nothing. Work deh fi do," he says after hugging me.
"Where's grandma?" I ask realizing I might have interrupted whatever conversation they were having.
"Yuh know seh mama always in a the kitchen a maths up something," he says and I nod before heading inside.
"Gramma wah yuh cook fimi?-" I say as soon as I enter the kitchen but I was cut off when I saw Zid and Isaiah in the woman's pot, their mouths stuffed. Smirking I open my mouth wide indicating I was about to inform and they shake their heads towards me trying their best to quickly chew, Zid choking in the process.
"Gramma dem a eat out yuh food," I shout and in came a fuming old/young woman with her hands on her hips.
"Yuh know seh if a nuh one ting mi claat unuh outta mi crep! Unuh come outta mi kitchen food not even done cook and unuh wid unuh long mouth in ya already..."she side hugs me before moving to them still cursing while they glare at me.
I stick my tongue out and laugh when she slapped both of their heads simultaneously. Fucka dem.
While walking towards the living room it was empty, my gossiping aunties out of sight. Suddenly a commotion was heard near to the entrance of the house and I quickly made my way over there just yo see them looking iut the window.
Wah dem fava?
Shaking my head I was about to pass them when what they were peeking at caught my attention. Before I could figure out who my mother was walking up to the door with it already swung open and I move away not wanting to be involved in the three musketeers who are still shamelessly being inquisitive.
In walks Ms Latoya and her so called man.
Glad mi come out fi dis!
Eyes on the foreign but not so foreign man I examine his features. He is a tall - roughly 6'4 latino and through his white shirt I could see decoration of tattoos seeping out on his neck and to the back of his hand. A sleeve it would seem. His eyes were light brown adding intimidation in his glare as he scans the place with a secure hold in mommy's waist. As he speaks to her I could see the faint formation of dimples. His jet black hair was neatly groomed into a manbun and his attire formal.
