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"Push it in... Ughhhhhhhhh!" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the walls.
Like... some empty ass auditorium.
Cadence stopped mid-push, her hands on her hips, brows lifted.
"Um... Miss?" she side-eyed me, and stepped back. "Yuh inna the room with us?" her hands waved back and forth.
"Or yuh in a' particular nigga room, one with mahogany skin, and an island bwoy accent room a clap cheeks?"
I wish...
Um, what?
I blinked, breathless, sweat already prickling my hairline.
"Girl mi a tell yuh fi push the bed inna the corner-"
A footstep pulled closer. We snapped our heads to the doorway. It's one of the tilers. His smile sends heat to my cheeks.
He heardddd.
Shit.
"You want me handle the bed?" he stepped towards it before I could answer. My son barking.
"He's good son son," I leaned down.
I shifted my gaze to Cadence.
One long look. And there it is. My eyes drop to her neck, her pulse jumping, but she sitting pretty. Calm. Too calm, to be breathing this heavy.
"So I'm an aunty again?" I asked her pointedly.
"Wah?" She dropped her eyes back to me. Still busy admiring my room. Nervous. Probably not in the mood to tell me. So mi leave her. Fi now.
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AMNIJA
Romance"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened righ...
