“Damn, man,” Tyrese said, trying to hold back a snicker. “What the fuck you gon’ do, nigga? Two fuckin’ babies?”
“What you mean what the fuck I’mma do?” Tron said. He then shrugged his shoulders. “Man, I don’t even know what I’mma do. I still can’t believe this shit. I really think that bitch did this shit on purpose.”
“On purpose?” Tyrese asked. “How the fuck you mean she did this shit on purpose? How a woman gon’ purposely choose to have twins and shit? That don’t even make sense.”
“Nigga, you stupid,” Tron said. “I ain’t talkin’ bout the twin part of this situation, you dummy. I’m talkin’ bout the fact that she got pregnant. I think she did that stuff on purpose. I think she purposely stopped takin’ her birth control so that she could get pregnant by me. I brought it up, but of course she said that she didn’t.”
“Well, duh, nigga,” Tyrese said, as if it all was obvious. “You and me both know that. I knew that the second you told me – that she got pregnant on purpose. That’s how some of them side chicks be, especially when they see that you got something that they wish they had, like a relationship.”
“Yeah,” Tron said. He nodded his head and thought about what his boy Tyrese was saying to him.
“Man, that’s why I never tell’em that I got another chick,” Tyrese said. “That’s how bitches wind up jealous. And you know how jealous women be actin’ – like they ain’t got no damn sense. Plus, man, you shoulda been usin’ a condom so they couldn’t even come up with this I’m pregnant bullshit. You opened the door for this shit, in some ways, your damn self.”
“Man, I told her when we first started hookin’ up that she needed to be on birth control,” Tron said. “Cause them condoms just be too fuckin’ tight for a nigga. They too fuckin’ tight and shit.”
“I know what you mean,” Tyrese said, shaking his head. “But, still man. Maybe you should have pulled out rather than nuttin' in her shit… I don’t know. I’m just glad that it ain’t me in that kinda situation.”
“Well, good,” Tron said, handing the blunt back to Tyrese. “I’m glad. It’s good that you happy that you not in this situation.”
Tyrese picked up on his boy Tron’s sarcastic tone and shook his head. “Nigga, don’t be sittin’ over there gettin’ shitty with me and shit,” he said. “I told you how to handle your hoes, but you just wouldn’t listen.”
“Nigga, shut up,” Tron said. “You the one who had a chick get shot at and shit in the back of the club, let’s not forget that shit.”
“I can forget that shit all I want,” Tyrese said. “I ain’t get the crazy bitch pregnant. You gon’ have to see that chick Desirae for the rest of your life, or at least for eighteen years. I’m just glad it ain’t me, I swear I am.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tron said, just ready for the conversation to move on. “I know, I know. Hold up, nigga. What you come walkin’ through the door with a smile on your face and shit for? Why the fuck was you so happy?”
“Man, I met this chick,” Tyrese told Tron. “This thick chick over on the west side. I met her online and all she was talkin’ bout is how she wanna suck some dick and shit. So, I hit her up. I like the pics and shit and she ask me for a pic of my shit, you know? So, I took a picture of my dick and sent it to her. Man, the rest is history. Next thing I know, I’m parked outside of this house she stay in, over offa Tibbs. I think she stay with her family or something. I’m tellin’ you, though. She got these big ass lips. When I saw that face pic, a nigga couldn’t wait to stick his dick in that mouth. Like I said, next thing I know, I’m over parked outside of her place and she is slobbin’ my dick like the bitch ain’t ate in days.”
Tron began to zone out a little bit as he listened to the details of Tyrese’s encounter. Sure, some good head would definitely help him feel better at that moment. However, hearing that he was possibly having twins with Desirae just ruined his entire spirit – even the weekend he spent with Ebony couldn’t repair it.
“Man, I got a lot on my mind,” Tron had to come on out and say. “I think that she either trapped me or done got pregnant by some other nigga and is just try’na use me for a meal ticket.”
“Shit,” Tyrese said. “Wouldn’t surprise me. You know these hoes ain’t loyal. You know how these hood chicks be schemin’ dudes to help them take care of a baby that ain’t even theirs. And, to make matters worse, if you get in too deep with taking care of the child and helping to raise it and find out later on that the kid ain’t even yours, these court systems will make a nigga pay child support for a kid that ain’t even his…for a kid that don’t even belong to him.”
“I know,” Tron said. “I know.”
“Did you ask for a paternity test?” Tyrese asked.
“Yes and no,” Tron said. “I definitely let her know that I wasn’t even sure if the baby was mine. But you can imagine how that went. She took that as me callin’ her a hoe.”
“Well, damn nigga,” Tyrese said. “Ain’t that what she is. You said it yourself that she was just something to fuck and suck on your dick. She the one that took it a step further by not being on birth control like any other grown ass chick out here should be.”
“Exactly, nigga,” Tron said. “That’s what I’m sayin. But, for some reason, I can tell that she was really wantin’ more and shit. Like she was wantin’ for us to be together or somethin’.”
“Nigga, I don’t care what you say,” Tyrese said. “She ain’t just get that shit from nowhere. You musta planted that shit in her mind for her to even think comin’ up to the club, and y’all bein’ together, would even be a fuckin’ option. I told you what to do, nigga. I swear, I don’t even have these kinds of problems.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tron said, wanting his boy to stop pointing that sort of thing out. “Well, I gotta deal with this problem now.”
Tyrese snickered. “Just wait,” he said. “Once she really get into this pregnancy, and her hormones make her start actin’ all crazy, you really gon’ see the bitch act up. You betta be findin’ out as quick as possible if she even pregnant by you or if she ain’t. I’m tellin’ you, nigga. These hoes ain’t loyal.”
Chapter 5
The next morning, Desirae woke up from what felt like a long nap, even though she had probably slept for around eight hours, and slid out of bed. Quickly, she made her way to the bathroom. For the umpteenth time, she looked at her body in the mirror. However, this morning was the first morning that she knew she was having two babies instead of just one. She had begun to think of everything through different lenses since finding out.
“I’mma do it today,” Desirae said to herself. Last night, she had decided that she was going to call her father today. Since the divorce, she did not really see her father as much as she did when she was growing up. And she was happy for that. Desirae already knew that her father viewed her as being fast and a little too loose. He had said a couple of things to her over the years that let her know her father just did not know what kind of chick she was. Nonetheless, he was always there for her. And she could not deny that.
Desirae sat on her couch and called her father, knowing that even though he was from the streets, he was definitely more of a morning kind of person.
“Hello,” Desirae’s father, George, said. His voice was a little groggy.
“Hey, Daddy,” Desirae said. “It’s Desirae.”
Immediately, George woke up. He sounded as if he was leaning up in his bed. “Awe, hey, baby,” he said. “How you been?”
“I been good, Daddy,” Desirae answered. “I been good.” She looked down at her stomach. “How you been? What you been up to?”
“Awe, not too much,” George answered. “Just been working. Me and a couple buddies went to Chicago. Almost got caught up in some shit on the south side with these niggas outside of this restaurant, but we made it out. So, I can say that I had a little fun.” He laughed. “When you gon’ come up and see me? You supposed to, remember you told me that? Don’t go actin�
� like you done forgot a nigga now.”
Desirae giggled. She did in fact remember promising her father that she was going to see him. She could not remember why she had been putting off. First, it seemed like she was talking to this guy, then that guy. Then, next thing she knew, she was involved with Tron – at the phone every time he called; fresh to meet when he walked through the door.
“I don’t know, Daddy,” Desirae answered. “I called, partly, cause I got something to tell you.”
“Awe, shit,” George said. “What is it? What you got to tell me?”
“Well,” Desirae said. It was so hard to not hesitate. She felt even more nervous telling her father than she did her mother. She knew that her father did not see her as a little angel. However, Desirae also knew that any man who had taken the time to be a father would probably not want his daughter to wind up getting pregnant by some nigga who don’t even want to acknowledge her. “Daddy…” she said. “I’m pregnant.”
There was a brief pause – a pause that caused Desirae to bite her lip with anticipation. She wondered what her father was thinking on the other end. She knew that he would try to play it cool. However, after he got through his cool phase, his true feelings and opinions would start to make themselves known. That was the part that Desirae was not looking forward. And with news like this, that moment in time could come even sooner. She looked up at the ceiling, as if she was looking into Heaven and talking to God. She only asked that her father did not ask certain questions. Good God, she thought. There are just some things I don’t wanna talk about with Daddy. Please!
“Awe, okay,” George said. He clearly sounded as if he was at a loss for words. “Congratulations, baby. How far along are you, and when are you due?”
Desirae calmed down for a second, liking how her father was responding to the news so far. “Well,” she began. “I’m like three months pregnant. So, I’m due in late August or early September. I went to the doctor for the first time, yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah?” George said. “Well, that’s good.”
Now, Desirae could hear her father’s tone changing. He truly did sound like he had just heard something he did not want to hear.
“I gotta ask,” George said, sounding as if he was coming to a crossroads. “Who are you pregnant by, Desirae? Who is the child’s father?”
Desirae bit her bottom lip and looked up toward the ceiling. She felt as if God was not listening to her, as this particular question was one that she hoped her father would not ask just yet.
“His name is Tron,” Desirae answered. “And, like I was sayin’, I went to the doctor yesterday for the first time. Not only am I due in late August and early September, but I am also pregnant with twins.”
“Twins!” George said. “Baby, is you serious? Twins?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Desirae said. “As in two babies.”
Desirae’s mother’s words of wisdom about how men act when they find out that a woman is pregnant with two babies popped into her mind. She almost wanted to laugh at how on point her mother could be at times.
“Oh, okay,” George said. Desirae could visualize him shaking his head. “Well,” he said. “About this Tron, Desirae. How long you been seein’ the nigga? Why I ain’t met him or heard about him? Who the fuck is the nigga?”
Desirae took a deep breath then swallowed, feeling a little nervous even though she was talking on the phone and her father lived a couple of hours away. “I told you, Daddy,” Desirae told him. “His name is Tron. And you ain’t met him cause, you know, we wasn’t really like that, you know.”
“No, I don’t know,” George said. “Tell me what I’m supposed to know. Who the fuck is this nigga that got my daughter pregnant? That’s all I wanna know.”
“Daddy,” Desirae said, being a little more forceful. “Don’t go try’na make this any harder for me, please. I told you that his name is Tron.”
“Okay,” George said, getting the point. His daughter was trying to not go into too many details with him. He had been around the block enough to know that this tactic meant that she really didn’t want to say who Tron really is. “Have you told him about the babies and stuff?”
“Yeah,” Desirae answered. “I did.”
“So, are y’all gon’ be like together and stuff?” George asked. “I’m not mad, Desirae. I just wanna understand, is all. I swear, I ain’t mad.”
Desirae decided to let her guard down. Strangely enough, because her father had lived a bit more than her mother and he was not so refined, she felt like she could relate to him better.
“No,” Desirae said, sounding somewhat disappointed. “It was never like that, Daddy. You know what I mean. We was just, you know, kickin’ it.”
“Desirae,” George said. “Is this a married man you pregnant by?”
“No, Daddy,” Desirae responded. “Naw. He ain’t married. In fact, he single now.”
“Oh, okay,” George said. “Well, let me ask you this then: What does the nigga do for a living? How the nigga make his money?”
Desirae closed her eyes and hyperventilated. This, again, was another question that she prayed to God that her father would not ask her. She thought that she could lie, but she knew that keeping up with the lie, especially with her Daddy, would be too much to do when the two saw one another again.
“He owns a club, Daddy,” Desirae said.
“Awe, fuck,” George said. It sounded as if the words slipped out of his mouth, without any sort of filter. “He own a fuckin’ club? Is that where you met the nigga, Desirae? In the club? What kinda club is this? Where is it at?”
“Daddy, why do all that matter?” Desirae asked. “And, no, I ain’t meet him in no club. He just so happen to own a club, is all I said.”
“Cause,” George said. “I just want you to understand what you may have gotten yourself into. That club business ain’t nothin’ to fuck around with. I ain’t sayin’ you had to go get the guy downtown in a business suit. But I did want you to stay away from drug dealers and niggas who be up in the club all the time and shit. I’m tellin’ you, don’t nothin’ good come outta that shit.”
Desirae did not want to say the name of the club, nor where it was. She knew that even though her father had moved away from Indianapolis since the divorce, he still had an ear in the streets, so to speak. He was still very much in touch with certain people he had either ran the streets with or worked with. And if she said the name Honeys East, she was sure that her father would have at least heard of it. It makes the news enough in Indianapolis that other parts of Indiana could very well hear about the place.
“He make good money, Daddy,” Desirae said. “So don’t you worry about it.”
“Desirae,” George said. “I just wanna know what kinda nigga got my daughter pregnant. That’s all. Why you don’t wanna tell me about this club that he own? How old is he?”
“He like my age, maybe a year or so older,” Desirae explained.
“And the nigga own a fuckin’ club already?” George asked. “Where the fuck he get the money to do some shit like that? What he do to get that kinda money at such a young age?”
This was a question that Desirae herself did not even have an answer for.
“I don’t know, Daddy, damn,” Desirae said, feeling frustrated. “I don’t know.”
“What you mean you don’t know?” George asked. “You pregnant by the nigga, ain’t you?”
“Yeah, Daddy, but I don’t know,” Desirae said.
“Oh, okay,” George said. “Well, maybe I’ll have to come down and meet this Tron nigga real soon. Maybe this weekend or something.”
“Daddy,” Desirae said. “Have you talked to Mama lately?”
“Naw,” George answered. “I ain’t talked to her lately. Why? Why you ask that? I know she gave you a good talkin’ to when you told her about this.”
“Yeah,” Desirae said. She then smirked just thinking about it. “Yeah, she did just that, all right. But, no, I was asking because this weekend I�
��m supposed to be moving in with Mama again. I’m not workin’ right now.”
“You not workin’?” George asked, clearly surprised. “What you mean you not workin’? I thought you was workin’ up at some department store in the mall or something. What the fuck happened with that?”
“Long story,” Desirae said, definitely not wanting to go there with her father. “Long story, Daddy. Not right now.”
“Oh, okay,” George said. “So, you said you movin’ back in with your mama this Friday? Who supposed to be helpin’ you do that shit? Huh? Maybe I should come down there then and you could arrange a little meetin’ for me and this Tron nigga. I ain’t try’na scare him off or nothin’. I just wanna meet the nigga…see where his head is at and shit, you know?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” Desirae said, shaking her head. Things were so shaky as it was with her and Tron that she did not want to make things worse. “I don’t know.”
“Well, who you got helpin’ you move?” George asked.
“Nobody right now,” Desirae answered. “You know that Mama will be at work. I texted a couple friends and am waitin’ to hear back.”
“Awe, yeah?” George said. “Well, I’ll tell you this. This Friday, I can head down there when I get up and help you at whatever point you’re at. If you’re already done moving by the time I get down there, we can go eat somewhere or somethin’ – catch up and shit.”
Desirae smiled. “Okay, Daddy,” she said. She then let out a deep breath. “I already know you gon’ be down here early in the morning so you can have more time to pick my brain about Tron and stuff.”
“Naw,” George said. “I’m not. I promise. I’mma just come help you move.”
Desirae did not believe a word that was coming out of her father’s mouth. Knowing him, he would be knocking at her door at no later than ten o’clock.
“Yeah, whatever,” Desirae said. “You’ll be here around ten.”
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