“Aye, take that lil’ muthafucka back to the car while I talk to her,” I said to the lady, before snatching her arm and pulling her towards my car.
“Whodie, I know I disappeared.”
“I don’t wanna hear any of that shit. Yo’ ass wait until this lil’ muthafucka how old to come and tell me some shit like that? We both kno’ I strap up, so what is this really about?”
“Whodie, out of the niggas, you really think I would want you to be my son’s father? Nigga, you in the streets heavy. Fuck do I have to lie for?”
“‘Cause you a lyin’ ass bitch. You been on that. Still ain’t answered the question on why you just now comin’ to me. How old is he?”
“Almost three.”
“Three gawddamn years. This gotta be a fuckin’ dream.” I paced.
“Look, we are staying at the W downtown. You’re welcome to come and spend some time with him.”
I laughed, “Bitch, you gotta be outta yo’ mind if you think I’mma spend some time with a child that I don’t kno’. How ‘boutmeet me at a muthafucka DNA testing? That’s where this needs to start.”
“Whodie, the boy looks just like you. You mean to tell me you would rather spend money on testing when you know we were together?”
“When have I ever trusted you? Unless you was poking holes in condoms or some shit, the boy ain’t mine. Never slept with you raw, dawg. Didn’t me and one of my homeboys run a train on you? Maybe it’s that nigga baby. As a matter of fact, we all can go get the test done. I’m already goin’ through some shit and I don’t need this right now.”
Zhane rolled her eyes and crossed her arms like she was tired of the conversation. She came to me with it. I should’ve been the one with the attitude.
“If you want the test, fine! We can go and do it tomorrow.”
I glanced back toward the SUV. The little boy was sitting in the backseat looking out the window as me and his mama put on a fucking show. Since she showed up with him, my chest was tight. I quickly pushed the feeling to the side.
“So, where the fuck did you go for three years?” I asked her.
“I moved to Houston for a while.”
“Houston?”
“Yeah, I had to get away from all of this.”
“And you expect me to believe that the boy is mine? Yeah, I’ll meet you tomorrow.”
“Aye, Whodie,” a young jit ran up to me.
“What?” I yelled.
“You might want to look at this shit.”
He handed me his phone. Somebody had already recorded the whole damn scene. From Zhane stepping out of the car, the little boy coming up to us, and her saying the little boy was mine. The video had comments already coming in. Then I noticed Adore’s laughing emojis pop up.
“How long this shit been up?” I asked.
“‘Bout ten minutes.”
“Take that fuckin’ shit down.”
“Shit, I ain’t the one who put it up.”
“See, this is why I didn’t want yo’ ass comin’ on the block wit’ this bullshit.” I faced Zhane.
“I’m sorry.” She held her head down.
The driver stepped out of the truck. “You ready?”
