Page 100 of Not My Type (Not My Type #1)

As he walks over to me, my heart races, every step making the air feel thicker. Jesus, this nuh safe. “Zara,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. I turn to face him, every nerve on edge, not knowing if I should pull away or let him pull me closer.

His face softens when he looks at me. “You nah eat?” he asks. Mi know a mommy say this to him enuh.

“Mi eat,” I stare at my toes.

“Wah yuh eat?” his eyes frigid. Yuh nuh really eat nutt’n enuh Zara but cereal.

“Cereal,” I say waiting for him to go off.

He glances at his watch before he looks back at me. “Zara a 4 o’clock and yuh only eat cereal?”

“I know but...” I stop myself.

“But what?” him still bossy ehh? A nuh like a years unuh nah talk fa Zara.

“Mi just nuh have nuh appetite,” I shrug, his glare never leaving me. He isn’t really glaring though, if you get what I’m sayinggg.

“Because we lef?” This feels so awkward.

“Nickoi can you let that go. Please?” I ask softly, because I don’t have the strength to argue. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Too much. And yuh never used to stay so.

He opens his mouth wanting to say something, but instead, he sits down next to me.

I shift to give us some space, but before I can move too far, his hand grips the waistband of my shorts, pulling me back.

His eyes lock onto mine, and I’m caught in the intensity of his stare, unable to look away. Ouuu.

“This shit affect me too enuh Zara, mi just deal with things the way me used to, by nuh show it. You cry, you lose you appetite and dem thing deh. You know wah me do? Mi drink and smoke all 10 spliff a day and constantly work just fi avoid mi thoughts. You think this easy fi me?” I stay quiet, staring at him.

I don’t know what to say. He chuckles to himself.

“When mi use to see mi bredda a talk bout Suzanne like him love har and dem thing deh mi used to a pree seh him a move like clown, but since mi have you or did have you it’s like mi whole perspective of relationship change,” I start smiling when he says that.

Should I tell him I’m pregnant now? Yes!

“Mi have wul heap a ex weh mi and dem breakup and mi nuh tek more than a day fi get over them but you... mi did miss you the whole time,” he bites his lip.

“Excuse me,” my mother smiles, handing him a bowl of soup before leaving, the door clicking shut behind her.

“Mi know yuh nuh love soup but drink it,” he says getting closer to me.

I watch him, the spoon hovering over my lips. He lifts it to my mouth, and I open, swallowing the warmth, the tension thick between us.

Awww him love yuh enuh Zara if yuh nuh see that yuh blind.

I know and I love him too.

Once he’s done feeding me, he smirks. “Yuh appetite back now Mami?” he asks and I smile.

“Yes,” I blush. He puts down the cup and takes up a bag.

“Now, mi buy yuh favorite,” he says taking out a KFC box.

I laugh. “Mi never tell yuh seh Zinger a mi favorite,” I say.

See you come back alive now.

“Well a me seh that,” he says before he starts putting fries in my mouth.

When I’m done eating the fries he gives me the burger.

I put it to the side before I hold his face.

“I’m sorry for everything that I said to you.

I was just frightened and scared. It doesn’t change anything because I feel the same about you and I didn’t tell anybody about it.

.. still held it down,” I say and he bites my lip. Butterflies!

“So?” he asks, his teeth grazing my bottom lip, and I can’t look away from his eyes, heart racing.

“I want to come back, I want to have you back,” I say, and he chuckles low, his grip tightening around me.

“Yuh never lose me,” he says, and I blush, climbing on him. I hug him tightly, a smile creeping onto my face as his hands slide down to grab my ass.

I get off him, gently pushing him onto the bed before climbing on top again.

“Look, I said I understood you were in badness, drugs, all of that. But I didn’t think you were actually out here killing people.

I said I understood, but I wasn’t ready to see it, to witness it.

It’s new to me. I don’t even know what I was thinking, but I guess.

.. I’ll work with whatever you’re doing,” I say, my voice soft but steady.

“Yuh sure?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. I nod, trying to stay calm. “Why you a do this?” he presses, his voice low, almost like he’s trying to understand me.

“Because I love you, and I don’t want to ever lose you again. So mi a go just accept it,” I tell him, my words calm but my pulse telling a different story.

“But mi nuh wah you a do nutt’n weh yuh nuh wah fi a do because yuh nuh wah los-” I press my index finger to his lips.

“Nickoi, I’ve already made my decision,” he starts smiling. Watch the lady!

“Ah,” his hands up in surrender.

I snuggle into him, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He’s my heartbeat. We’re both quiet for a while, and I’m trying to figure out how to tell him I’m pregnant. Jesus this hard cause mi nuh know how him a guh react. Just tell him..

“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.

“How would you feel if it’s true?” I ask and he takes a few seconds to answer.

“Mi know it’s true.” His stare is piercing, unreadable. I can’t tell if he’s angry, shocked, or something else entirely.

I sigh, holding out the test. “See it deh. I am pregnant.” He just stares. The silence stretches, and my chest tightens. I find myself getting anxious, shifting on my feet. Say something. . “Say sup’m nuh please,” I tilt my head towards my shoulder.

He keeps looking at me, then bites his lip, like he’s trying to hide his smile. Awww. I start smiling too, and before I know it, he pulls me into a hug, lifting me onto the vanity. His lips find my neck, trailing slow kisses before he pulls back to look at me.

“Yuh really a mek mi be a father, Zara?” his voice is low, still laced with shock.

I nod with a smile. He chuckles.

“Honestly... mi think yuh did upset..” I trail off.

“I was... mi cut up at first... but a you. You a di exception. You a Thee Zara,” he says making me laugh. “Mi feel like mi just get a new purpose. Sup’m me never know say mi need, God will understand wah mi mean.”

I blush. “Okay.”

“Jah know mi cyaa’ believe you a make man be a fathe—”

Mama bursts through the door, eyes icy and voice sharper than a knife.

“Zara yuh really make this bwoy breed yuh?!”

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