Page 46 of Intercept My Heart

“It isn’t as simple as you’re trying to make it sound. Either way, it’s none of your business. The facts are that I didn’t believe they were yours, and I knew that I wasn’t going to abort them, so I decided the best thing for me to do was to raise them by myself.”

“Your reasoning makes no sense at all. Even if you thought he was the father, you still should have made me aware. At least then, I could have taken a DNA test and learned the truth earlier on. And even if Drake is the father, he deserves to know too. Youhad no problem lying down with him, but then you get pregnant, and all of a sudden, he isn’t good enough to be a father? Make that shit make sense.”

“You have a lot of nerve, but I’m gonna let you make it because you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I can’t go back and change a single decision I made in the past, and to be honest, I don’t know if I would, even if the option was there. My only concern at the time was protecting myself and my children. You don’t have to agree because it won’t change anything. I owed you the truth. You can take it however you want to.”

“And this is what you call the truth? The only reason you’re even talking to me about this is because we ran into each other. Had I not been coaching those boys, you would have never reached out to me.” I was fuming. She was standing here acting as if she hadn’t been caught in her lies.

“Okay, so what do you want me to say? It’s clear that you’re upset, and I’m not here to invalidate your feelings. I did what I thought I needed to do, and I’m sorry if that may have had a negative effect on you. I attempted to reach out to you on two separate occasions, so I’m confused as to why you’re acting as if this is the first time you’ve heard about them. You made it clear that you didn’t want to find out the truth, so I left well enough alone, especially when I was convinced they weren’t yours.”

“What are you talking about? You never reached out to me.” I would never disrespect Sunny by calling her out of her name, but the longer we talked, the more I lost respect for her. I’d never known her to be a liar or a manipulator, but maybe I didn’t know her the way I believed I did.

“You are unbelievable. You don’t have a problem placing all of the blame on me as if I never told you about them.” Sunny rolled her eyes and then reached into her purse to retrieve her phone.

“Is this not your profile on IG?” She held the phone up to my face. I grabbed it so I could read the message. My face dropped as I read about the interaction between her and my profile—only this was my first time ever seeing these messages.

SunnyGirl88:

Hey, I know it’s been a while since the two of us have spoken, but I needed to talk to you about something. I know you’re probably going to be upset, and it’s understandable. However, I feel like this is something you need to know about.

MoneyMoves528:

What do you need to tell me?

SunnyGurl88:

Image sent.

These are my boys. I found out I was pregnant shortly after we split. There were so many things happening at the time, so I never mentioned it. I tried to tell you the night I called you, but we got into it before I could. Things are complicated, and I wasn’t completely sure who their father was, so I’m not here to pin them on you. If you would like to have a DNA test done, I would be willing to do so. I just didn’t want to keep this from you because I feel like you have the right to know.

MoneyMoves528:

No DNA is needed. I can look and tell those aren’t my kids. Besides, I never fuck bitches raw. Good luck with that.

My eyebrows squinted as I read the message over and over again. I knew for a fact I never sent this message, so the biggest question running through my mind was who else could have done it.

“I didn’t send this shit.”

“Oh, come on, Dinero. What are you trying to say? You were hacked, and the scammers denied my children?”

“No, I’m being serious. You know I’m not even the type of nigga to lie about shit. This wasn’t me replying to your messages. I mean, think about it. We never used protection, so it wouldn’t make sense for me to say something like this.” I was racking my brain trying to figure out who had access to my account. My PR rep, Alyssa, managed my social media, but I didn’t believe she would have done something like this.

“W-what do you mean?” Sunny asked. I couldn’t answer her question because I still had no idea how this could have happened. When I tried to find Sunny’s IG page years ago, it was as if it disappeared. I figured she must have blocked me from having access to her page.

Retrieving my phone from my pocket, I checked my inbox to see if those messages were showing on my end. I never checked my DMs because there were always a handful of women in there, sending pussy pics and videos or trying to shoot their shot. When I attempted to type in Sunny’s username, nothing came up for me. When I searched my messages, there were no messages at all, which I found strange because I had never deleted anything from this app.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” My head shot over to her, realizing I had completely checked out of the conversation. I hated feeling as if someone had been playing with my life. Even though Sunny waited a year after we split to say something, I never even got the chance to address it. At least then, I would have been able to take a test sooner and potentially be in their lives if they were mine. Now, I felt as if someone had violated me, and I needed answers.

“My bad. I’m still trying to figure out what the hell happened. I know for a fact I never sent this message, so someone elsemust have responded for me. I’m gonna get down to the bottom of that. However, it still doesn’t change the fact that you should have talked to me about this shit. Hell, you could have come to my apartment with their fucking car seats and demanded answers.”

“You’re not wrong, but at the same time, there were a lot of other things that played a factor in all of this. Hell, I was a nineteen-year-old pregnant with twins. I had no idea what the hell I was doing and who I could trust. I packed my shit up, used the money I had left in my account, and moved away. All I knew was that this was my only chance to be a mother, and I wouldn’t let anyone ruin it for me. Was it selfish? Probably, but those boys are the greatest blessing I’ve ever received.” I dragged my hand down my face, trying to make sense of all of this. I still couldn’t believe she had twins. We used to talk about starting a family one day, but I never imagined her doing it without me.

“All of this shit is crazy. And why the hell does Moolah have so much hatred toward me? If you weren’t sure who the father was, why is he so angry?”

“A few years ago, he overheard a conversation between Tamia and I. She asked me if I was going to reach back out to you, concerning the boys, and I told her no because you made it clear you weren’t interested. He used to ask questions about who his father was, but I never knew how to answer his questions, so I usually tried to change the subject. Eventually, I gave him some generic answer, telling him that his father wasn’t able to be in his life because he lived far away, and his job kept him away. He accepted it when he was a little kid, and once he got older, he stopped asking. I assumed he had just accepted the fact that he didn’t have a father, but I later found out that he had heard us.

“I’m sorry for the way he reacted. In his mind, you weren’t there because you didn’t want to be, and no matter how much I tried to explain, I couldn’t get him to understand.”

“I guess I can’t really blame him, because I don’t understand any of it myself. You could have told him the truth and explained that you weren’t sure who their father was.”

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