Not My Type 2 (Not My Type #2)

Prologue

Previously in Not My Type…

“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?!”