Page 5 of So Special: Fanatic Love

He peeked at me with a sideways glance. “What else do you want me to say, baby girl? You made a bed with comfortable sheets and a ton of pillows. Now it’s time to strip the bed and change the linens.”

When I asked my mom if she had something to say, she simply shrugged her shoulders. “Just happy my grandson is finally going to be able to meet his daddy.” Her eyes fell on me then softened. “I pray the fall out isn’t too bad. Remember, he has a right to be pissed with you.”

“He can be pissed all he wants, but he better not get too far out of line. If he does, he’s going to have to see me,” my daddy added. There was no humor or wavering in his voice. My daddy meant what he said. I knew he would pull out that Navy Seal training in a minute.

My phone buzzed in my scrubs pocket. When I pulled it out, I saw it was an IG notification to tell me I had a message.

“This is him now.” My fingers couldn’t move fast enough to open the message.

Asher_Kane_King843: Hey. Here’s the address. 1215 Charlotte Way Ste. 101. Please meet me there at 2:30 pm with baby boy.

I read the message a few times before my mama asked what it said. “He sent me a time and address, but it looks like it’s to an office or something.” I copied the address and put it into my internet search. When the name of the location came up, I was a bit taken aback. “Wow, it’s the address to a DNA clinic to do a paternity test.”

My dad’s face contorted. “What are you wowing for? You act like that boy knows you and y’all were in a committed relationship when this child was conceived.” His eyebrows were high.

“Best friend, it’s best to get that part out the way,” Daisy said in a soft tone. “What’s the point of having all this conversation and the paternity is not formally established?”

I knew she was right, but damn. I took a deep breath, opened my IG messages, then responded. Let’s get this out of the way.

Me: We’ll be there.

Asher Kane Wilson

Same Time Across Town…

Icouldn’t recall a time that I’d ever left my parents’ house so quickly. After I texted her, I immediately made an appointment to get a paternity test and sent her the details. I was not about to play with anyone regardless of how good her pussy was.Damn, was that muthafucka good.I rushed to my apartment building and went straight to Zane’s house.

This shit was crazy. I’d already told him that I was on my way up, so I didn’t knock. “Nigga, you ain’t ga neva guess who I just see,” I said as soon as I sat down on his couch.

He sat in his gaming chair without a care in the world playing a game that I was sure he was testing. Fun fact: My best friend had a degree in game design. If he wasn’t a professional football player, he could have been a professional gamer or game designer. In the off season, he actually tested games for various companies. He made good ass money doing it too. “What happened, bro?”

“I saw Katniss.” It took him a second to realize who I was talking about. He told me that was cool, then proceeded to askif I was going to fuck again. “I seen her at my nephew’s day care with her son named Ashtan who is ten months old.”

He dropped the game controller. “Shit!” He rushed to pick up the game, then paused it. Finally, I had his undivided attention. “Wait, she had a kid? Let me do some quick math.” He calculated the time from when the game was to now. His eyes widened when he looked back at me. “Oh, shit! You sure it’s yours?”

“Man, I ain’t know, but I think e is. He kinda look like me,” I admitted. The entire ride from the day care to here, I picked apart his features. “I schedule a test for da day after tomorrow.”

He leaned his forearms on his thighs. “You didn’t take a picture? I want to see him.”

“Nah, I ain’t. I had look on her IG after I seen em, but she ain’t got no pictcha on there of him.” That shit was crazy to me because most new mothers posted nothing but their baby on social media after they had them. Katniss had a nice following too, so I’m sure they would want to see her son.

Zane picked his phone up from the table beside him. “Hold up. I followed her little best friend on IG the night we met them. What is Katniss’s handle?” I told him what her handle was. He was quiet while he looked. “There her lil sexy ass goes and she’s tagged in the picture.”

“Aye, send me her handle.” A few seconds later, I had Katniss’s best friend’s IG handle. I pulled her page up. “Oh, I rememba her.” Her best friend was cute as hell. I scrolled through her page. It didn’t take too much scrolling to get to a picture of her and baby boy.

Zane snickered. “Damn, bro, how the fuck did you get this girl pregnant? This looks like the picture of you when you was a baby at Mama house,” he said. “Nigga, I gave you six damn condoms. Did any of them break?”

“Man, I ain’t even wanna tell you what my dumb ass did.” His brow hitched as he waited for me to continue. “We used allda condoms, so we went to sleep. Fat-fat been calling me in my sleep, and I answered without strappin up.”

He jumped out of his seat. “Asher! What the fuck!” He paced with his hand on his head. He stopped pacing, then looked at me. “That bitch pussy must be made of rubies or some shit. You’ve never slipped up like this.”

“I know, bubba! Shit!” I dropped my face in my hands. “We ain’t know if da baby mine now,” I blurted when I looked up.

Zane’s eyes bugged out. He grabbed his phone, then stomped his big burly buff ass over to me. “Look at this baby,” he demanded after he put his phone screen in my face. “Boy, Mama Lina gonna beat your ass.”

That was the truth. My mama and daddy were more than likely going to go to my ass. When I got into the league, they stressed the importance of not spreading my seed. “Man, I got caught up. Fat-fat is da fuckin devil, I swear.”

Zane snickered. “Fat-fat! So, you gave her pussy a nickname and you remember it? Yeah, you might as well put a ring on that bitch.”

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