Page 266 of Not My Type
“Mi fam dem cuss me enuh especially Jordane, mi neva know a so him did rate yuh. All right now if mi call him, him nah go answer to how the man gwa—”
“I’m pregnant,” I test the waters and his smile fades. Uh-ohhhh.
“Yuh practice this?” He asks.
Oh so him nuh believe.
He starts smiling, but there’s something off about it—something cold in that smile that sends a chill down my spine. His eyes narrow, calculating, and the smile only grows. “Yuh plan this when yuh lie down pan me... just say it,” he chuckles, but it’s humorless, like a warning.
“Zara that cyaa happ’m when yuh been a tek pills,” he says confidently, as if he’s sure that I’m lying. Jesus Christ. Find a different way tell him girl!
The seriousness in his eyes makes me laugh it off. “Mi kno’ yuh nuh like babies.” Deep down? Nervousness a killll mi! I sigh quietly, my mind and heart racing. Then he casually says.
“Glad yuh know..”
“Can I have your card?” It comes out soft. Without hesitation, he picks up his crossbody LV bag and hand the black card to me.
“Thank you... so um... Zanne cuss yuh too?” I try to keep him talking. I don’t like the silence. He responds and I click on Hermes website, scrolling through the baby collection, half listening.
“Yah she did... and me and har nuh really get along enuh cause she vex from mi never give yuh the gift on time...” I hear him saying. He doesn’t notice at first, still saying something about Zanne beefin’ with him. “She feel man a Junior weh she can progr—why yuh deh pan that?”
Lawddd mi nervous!
I pretend to not hear him. I press on a custom Cabriole Jumpsuit for $1000 USD while he’s staring. The room silent. I click order, his lip parts when I press on apple pay.
“Zara?” my name comes out slow.
“Hmm?” I sound so delicate.
“Who fa thing this?”
“Oh... it’s for a baby shower,” I say casually and he squints at the screen.
“Zoom in.”
Oh My God.... moment of truth.
“That say... baby Jai’co...”
“Mhmm,” I hum.
Then I swallow my fear. “Which one of the colors you want for baby Jai’co?” silence follows. “You like shades... so choose white?” I add.
Silence.
“You a try tell mi sup’m?”
Without breaking the stare, I press pay now. The sound of confirmation echoes in the room as I sit back, the tension building. I stay silent, waiting for him to put the pieces together.
He’s staring hard, then it clicks. A chuckle leaves his lips, my fingers trembling.
He grips my wrist, then leans down, his ear on my flat stomach. “Hello baby Jai’co?”
I fight my smile, as his cold eyes stare up at me. “I mean... Jacobs.”
I just stare, too long, long enough for him to get his answer. Then I roll off the bed and head to the bathroom. He follows, moving slowly, like the shock hasn’t fully hit yet.
“Yuh pregnant fi real.” It’s not even a question. I grip the test behind me, watching him, watching the way emotions twist through him. “Zara, cut out the foolishness nuh,” he says, but he’s smiling now, one of those unreadable smiles that make my stomach flip.
