Time Fi You

61.

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Two days later

Zaye's POV

I came home from the hospital yesterday. I couldn't stay at Tristen house because I think being there would've triggered me, but being at my house doesn't make me feel any better either. I barely slept last night.

Is like I can hear an echo of the doctor's voice telling me "there's no heartbeat."

Tristen has been trying his best to hold it together but I just know that he's not okay.  We've had our ups and downs but not once did he asked me to get an abortion. Even when I was ignoring him. He would beg me to be involved in whatever it was I doing in regards to the baby. He's so good with Zyla, I just know he would've been an awesome dad to our son.

"Yuh think bout weh yuh want eat yet?" Tristen walked in the room.

"I don't have an appetite. I already told you this."

"Babes please. Yuh affi eat something. Remember yuh have meds fi take." He said then his phone started ringing but he declined the call.

"A mommy a call, me honestly just nuh know how fi explain to har. Zaye true yuh not even know. Man deh ya just go through, but me mind nuh deh ya. A you why me really a try. Me have a show later and God see and know me nuh want leave yuh side."

"T I already told you. I'll be okay. Not today and not tomorrow. It hurts, trust me...every time..." I sniffle.

"Me can't even explain exactly how me feel." I started crying.

"See why me nuh want leave yuh? Fuck up fi see ya cry every minute and me can't do nothing bout it." He sat beside me and hugged me.

"No you have to work. My parents are here, Yazmin and Cassie are here as well. So I'll be okay."

"And me ago believe that? Yuh barely say two words to anybody from yuh deh a the hospital Zaye. Me nah go feel good fi know say yuh probably ago lock up in here a cry."

"I promise I'll be okay. Yuh signed a contract and already got paid. So just shell di performance and come home back to me." I said and he kissed me on my lips.

"Still need yuh fi eat something and me mean like right now. Not later. So weh yuh want?"

"I want mackerel and rice and me want you fi cook it."

"Kool me ago deal wid it fi yuh and fawud back."

Tristen's POV

I finished cook and shared two plates, one for me and one for Zaye. Placing them on a tray. I took out two orange juice out of the fridge and put then on the tray as well.

"She finally ago eat now?" Zaye's step mom asked me as she entered the kitchen.

"Yea even though she might nuh eat it off. But me will feed har if a so be the case."

"Thanks for sticking by her and ensuring she is okay. How are you coping as well. I know men are good at masking their emotions but I'm hoping that mentally you are okay."

"I'm going through, I try not to think about it too much, somebody affi be the strong one."

"Just remember we are here for you too." She pat my back.

"Thank you."

I carried the food to the room and saw that Zaye fell asleep.

A so long me tek fi cook the lil food.