“Why ain’t you call me and tell me you didn’t feel well?”
“Because I don’t feel well every day.”
“Well then, your little ass should be calling me every day.”
“It’s fine, Cane. I can handle a little morning sickness.”
“Your lips are dry, and your cheeks are flushed. You’re dehydrated. So, please tell me how you are handling it?”
I sighed. “Cane, please stop. You’re their father, not mine.”
“I ain’t trying to be your father, but I’m also not going to see you sick and not help.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“You need a CNA then?”
“No Cane.”
“Come on. I’m taking you home.” He said.
“Ok,” I said.
After letting Mr. Bailey know I was leaving, I followed Cane to his car. Once we were inside, he turned and looked at me. “Themoment I feel like this job is becoming too much for you, you’re done.”
“You can’t make those types of decisions for me.”
“I can.”
“You really can’t. I have two babies I need to provide for.”
“No, your job is to give me two healthy babies; my job is to provide.”
“How do I know you can afford us?”
He chuckled. “Tell me a number. What makes you comfortable with staying home and resting?”
“I don’t know.”
“Five, ten?”
“Ten.”
“Ight ten thousand a month. I’m also going to pay you the $100,000 you were supposed to get from the surrogacy agency.”
“You have that type of money?”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “Now why the fuck would I offer it if I ain’t have it?”
I shrugged. “What do you do for a living, Cane? Because I really hope it ain’t illegal.”
“I’m a lawyer.”
“And lawyers make that much?”
“Yeah, when you own the firm.”
“Oh.” That was all I could say. I really didn’t take him for the lawyer type. Shit, the first time I met him, he had a gun and a mouth full of gold teeth. That didn’t scream Lawyer to me at all.
