Page 8 of So Special: Fanatic Love

She just nodded and agreed to meet after the results. I allowed her to leave first since I was going to go back out the door that I came in. Her ass looked good as hell. She must have either been on her way to work or just getting off. I don’t know who was making these scrubs that nurses wear these days. My baby mama was too fat up to wear the scrubs she had on. They weren’t tight but her ass couldn’t be hidden.Welp, in forty-eight hours, I’ll know what’s up.

D-Day…

My sister was nosy as hell. I woke up this morning and my sister was in my kitchen cooking breakfast. My nephew was sitting in his little play area that I had set up for him at my house watching his littleMickey Mouse Fun House. He loved that damn show at his young ass age. I was convinced that all he saw was a bunch of colors.

“Tiara, I woulda text you when I got da damn email,” I told her after I swallowed a spoonful of grits and corned beef hash. My sister cooked just as good as our mother did. I was annoyed that she was here, but I wasn’t annoyed that she brought groceries. “I ga change my door code so ya ass gotta knock.”

Her, our mama, daddy, and Zane have a door code to my penthouse. They’re supposed to use it for emergency reasons, but the definition of emergency must be too ambiguous for them. “Boy, shet up! You know good and well, if you got dem results, you woulda open dat email without me.” She fussed from her seat across from me at my kitchen island.

I didn’t say anything because she was right. I’d been anxious as hell since they took my blood. I did text my baby mama yesterday to check on lil man. She sent me a video of him jumping on her bed. That boy was bad. Fuck that highly active shit her mother said.

When I heard my alarm beep, I knew who it was based on the beep. “What’s up, family?” Zane greeted as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. “You get those results yet?” He stopped, then went over to the stove. “Good looking out, Tiara. Where’s my lil homie?”

“He over der watchin e show,” she told him. She pointed to his play area. “Don’t go ova der botherin him if you not ga keep em withcha, Zane.”

He waved her off before he went into my cupboard to get a plate. He was silent while he made his plate. Once he sat down, he decided to speak. “You talk to Fat-fat today?” My sister asked him who was Fat-Fat. “That’s his baby mama’s nickname.”

“First, dat ain’t ha nickname for you ta use. Dat her pussy nickname, so don’t fuckin play with me, boy. Ha nickname is Kat to you,” I told him. Yeah, he was my best friend, but lines had to be drawn on what I was going to play and not play with when it came to my baby mama. I knew he didn’t mean any disrespect, but some jokes ain’t meant to be jokes.

Zane held his hand up. “You got that. My bad.”

My phone’s email notification went off to let me know that I had an email. Zane’s fork stopped midair, and Tiara leaned forward. Neither of them said anything. “Y’all starin at me and dis might not even be em. Swear y’all ass nosy.”

I opened my email to see if it was what I was expecting. I saw that it was exactly what I had been waiting for. I took a quick look at both of them before I took a breath. I opened the email, went to the attachment, then opened it. I scanned the letter and got to what I wanted to know. I was silent for a moment as I read the result about three times before I looked up. “Welp, looks like I got a lil jit.”

“Yes! I knew dat baby been yours. I say,Tiara, dats dat boy baby!” She hopped around like she was a big ass kid. She better not. Before I could finish my thought, her ass jumped on my back. “I ga be an auntie!”

Zane smiled, then said, “Congratulations, my boy.” I knew he was genuinely happy for me. He knew that eventually I wanted to have a child. Yeah, I thought I would have it with my wife, but hey, things happened.

When my sister finally got off my back, her smile dropped. “Ight, we done celebrated. Now, when you ga tell Mama and Daddy? They ga be on yo ass!”

I wiped my hand down my face. My mama had absolutely no couth. She said what she wanted to, when she wanted to. Just as I thought about it, an idea popped into my head. “I ga invite Kat and my baby ta Mama birthday party.”

Tiara’s and Zane’s eyes bucked. “My man, I don’t think that’s a good idea to reveal the news there. All the family is going to be there,” he said. “Maybe take them to dinner and invite her there.”

“Nah, he wanna do em there because he think she not ga cut up on e ass as bad in front all dem people. Yo scary ass.” She bent over in laughter. I didn’t say anything because her ass was right. “Boy, dis shit ga be funny.” She got serious for a second. “Look nah, if dat girl wil’ out, I ga wil’ out, so you betta give her some kina pep talk.”

This plan was a big risk, but shit, it was the easiest way I could think of to do it. Yeah, I could tell them first without Kat being there, but I wanted to kill two birds with one stone.God, please don’t let my mama act a donkey.

Katniss

Igot the results of the paternity test hours ago but had not opened them. I didn’t see the need to because I knew what it would say. I took the test for his benefit only. I just got to my parents’ house to pick up my baby. I was tired as hell after I worked an overnight shift at the hospital. I was required to work a certain number of overnight shifts a month. I really didn’t mind, though, because of the shift differential.

My parents watched Ashtan when I had to work the late-night shift or Daisy sometimes. The day care that Ashtan went to was a twenty-four hour drop-in day care, but I rarely used them. I have a time or two, but it was only when I felt like my parents needed a break.

“Ashtan!” I called out when I walked in the door.

Seconds later, I heard the rushed footsteps of my little man. “Mama! Mama!” He cut the corner with one sock on, one pant leg pushed up, a hat on his head, and no shirt on. I guffawed as I picked him up and he laughed with me. “Hi! Hi!”

“Hey, my beautiful baby boy.” I kissed all over his face while I walked to the kitchen. “What are you wearing?”

My mother sat at the table in the kitchen bay window with a Kindle and cup of something. When she looked up at me, Ilaughed because of the look of agitation on her face. “Katniss, are you on birth control?”

“Mama! Why would you ask me that?” I laughed and was barely able to get the question out. “Don’t say that my baby is bad now. Remember, he’s just highly active.” I had to throw her words back in her face. Any time me or my dad made a mention about Ashtan being bad, she would quickly correct us.

She shook her finger at me. “No, I’m asking because if you’re not get on some. There is no way that little boy is ten months old and already doing and trying to do some of the things that he is,” she said with a raised brow. “You know the old folks say when a baby does that, it’s moving out the way for another one. I’ve seen Asher Kane and I would give that man a baby if I was younger and single. Get on birth control now before I be a grandmama of two.”

I put Ashtan down, then slapped my forehead. “Really, Mama! I can’t deal with you. First, me and Asher have no plans of messing with each other again.”

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