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Honestly, I should’ve known if Hov was here, she wouldn’t be too far behind him. She never was.

I still couldn’t tell if my irritation toward her came from jealousy over what they had or if she truly was just as weak as she sometimes came off to me. I tried to ignore her most of the time, but times like this, her judging eyes and glares were the last thing I wanted to see. I can be honest with myself, this girl does not like me, and I know, especially not now.

“So, how do you want to find out Hov?”

“This,” Hov replied, pointing toward the bag in Ciara’s hand.

I frowned slightly.

“What is that?”

“A home testing kit,” Ciara answered while pulling out the DNA kit.

“The instructions on the box say that we can send these off and have the results back within two weeks.” She replied.

“And the sooner we find out if he is mine, the better. I need to know, so let’s get this done.”

“We both need to know, Jasmine. I won’t rest until I know if this is my husband’s child or not.” Ciara bit her bottom lip uncomfortably.

Her words pissed me off, because what does she mean she won’t be able to rest? She should see how I feel. I haven’t gotten any proper rest since my son's been in here. She can miss me with this rest shit. No matter if Rj is Hov’s or not, she will still be dripping in gold and the queen of his world. I don’t even understand why she is here right now. Maybe because she thinks I will want Hov if we officially have a kid together, which is not the case.

“Ciara, I just want to let you know that whatever Hov and I had was in the past and is in the past. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you about it at first, but again it was a thing of the past.”

“You didn’t have to be honest with me because it was my husband responsibility to tell me a long time ago. But, now that we're here, we might as well be adults about the situation and move accordingly. I don’t like the way it’s happening, but I’m going to have Jehovah’s back through every storm. It’s what I signed up for.”

Ciara held the kit out toward me, and I stared at it for a second before looking back up at her. Staying calm was the best thing to do because I’m angry and hormonal, and I would hate to take my frustration out on her.

“So, do you want to swab him, or do you want me to?” She asked.

“I’ll do it.” I quickly took the swab kit from her hand to get this shit over with.

Something about opening a home DNA kit over my child’s hospital bed felt degrading as hell, but at the same time, I knew I didn’t really have room to argue or make anybody think I was still hiding something.

I am tired of hiding and tired of running.

Whatever that test says will not change my love for my son, and that’s all that matters.

At least I know for sure that the baby I'm carrying right now is Amir’s, and I won't need to take a test for that.

Chapter 6

Amir

The next morning

I came over to Delilah’s house last night to check on her before bed, and just when I was about to leave, she told me I should stay with her instead of traveling home. I tried to convince her to come back to my place, but she said she was too tired to travel that late at night, and, seeing how drained she looked lately, I believed her.

Delilah opened her eyes and saw that I was awake, lying on the left side of her small ass bed, and she smiled, raising off her side enough to kiss me on the forehead.

“Good morning baby.”

“Morning.”

She yawned and stretched her arms.

“I know that this isn’t that big king-sized Tempur-Pedic mattress you have at home, but how did you sleep?”

“I slept alright.”