A D'yani Fanfic.
I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red.
Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me.
Oh fuck.
Just one of those fucki...
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📍Clarendon, Jamaica | Twin Palms Estate
A Few Days Later | Saturday, May 11th
6:30 PM ⏰
"Andre please doh kill we off..." I groan, hesitantly removing the cover from the piping hot pot.
A wah dis him a cook now?
"Yuh nuh hear me seh fi lowe eh" he scolds, reprimanding me by slapping my hand away.
I immediately release the handle, backing away from the stove in surrender.
"A juss look me did a look enuh" I explain, motioning my chin towards the pot.
Juss one likkle peek...
"Yuh nuh need fi look, I got it covered...juss mek me do mi ting bredda" he disputes, before proceeding to shoo me out of the kitchen.
He fans the kitchen towel in my direction, signaling that my presence was no longer allowed.
My God...
I think back to the words of his mother, who once adamantly proclaimed that her son was no genius in the kitchen, and my heart sinks to my stomach.
Belly aguh run we fi days.
It was our first night in the new house, and he wanted to christen it by cooking a meal for us.
My objections did little to no damage, encouraging him rather than deterring him from following through with this mission.
I walk around the island, glancing through the open wall that allows visual access to the kitchen.
"Easy pon di salt..." I croak, pursing my lips together as I watch him aimlessly sprinkle some in the curry chicken pot.
"Camille..." he mutters, cutting his eyes at me.
"Gwaan outside likkle girl"
His tone is stern, and a hint of annoyance lines his lips as he points to the exit.
Aiii sah...
I sigh, reluctantly accepting the defeat, as my stomach grumbles in pain.
Rice aguh plucky plucky, and the chicken aguh salt.
High blood pressure fi days.
Walking out onto the back patio, my eyes instantly find their way to the setting sun as it paints deep colors across the horizon.
I can't believe this is my life...
Days like this felt so surreal, I would find myself second-guessing if what I was experiencing was real, second-guessing if I was even deserving of all the good things.
Here I was, in my second home, one that I shared with the man of my dreams...and I was happy.
