Page 8 of Only for Me
“Ahh hell, I remember her. That was ol’ girl you disappeared with the night we were at The Metropolitan. Damn, baby was fine.”
“Bruh, didn’t I just fucking say I might have a kid with her? Chill the fuck out.”
He laughed.
“Aight, aight. You talked to her?”
“No, but I looked her up.”
“So all you’ve done is stalk her?”
“I’m being proactive.”
“Nah, that’s not proactive. That’s you trying to figure out how much it’s going to cost you to make this go away.”
“I’m just trying to figure this shit out.”
“What’s there to figure out, O? You don’t want kids. I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard you say that shit…” He paused. “Wait, you’re stressing over this. What are you worried about, that she’s yours or that she’s not?”
I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. “Fuck if I know. Shit, both maybe.”
“Ahh hell, you’re really considering this. I mean shit changes all the time, and if she’s yours, you have rights, but so does she. This isn’t just about you, O. It’s about all of you, but most importantly the kid.”
“I know, which is why I’m trying to do this shit right. If I fuck this up it will end up all over the media. Last thing I need is another ‘Omiri Hayes Secret Love Child’ story circulating.”
“Who the fuck cares about that? You’re not the first NFL player to have a kid. I can name three people on our team right now dealing with the same shit.”
“Yeah but she’s not trying to fuck with me. She was hiding the kid, which means this could get messy, and I’m not trying to be stuck in the middle of anything like that.”
“What did you do to her?”
“Not a damn thing.” I frowned hard. Hell, she was the one who ran out on me that next morning without so much as a fuck you or a thank you for fucking me. I also knew my record wasn’t the best. I had already considered that. Just this week there was an article about me fighting in a club in Miami, two weeks before that, rumors about a DUI Raaj had managed to make disappear. The night we won the Super Bowl, a video leaked of me getting head in an elevator from two random women. That shit was wild but never again. I couldn’t fucking focus. So yeah, not exactly father of the year material.
Regardless ,deciding whether or not I wanted to be a father should have been my choice. She took that shit from me and I was fucking pissed.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, muthafucker, I’m sure, whose side are you on?”
“The kid’s if I have to choose but truthfully there are no sides. If you want my advice, talk that shit out. Be straight with her and make sure you have that conversation when you’re not drunk or high. Especially if you want to be in the kid’s life.”
His words gut punched but he was right and I really couldn’t be mad. I damn sure didn’t live a child-friendly life.
“Yeah, I feel you.”
“I’m about to pull up at Tranquil. Keep me posted because if you’re about to be daddy daycare, then you’re going to need a wing man.”
“Bruh, I know the fuck you don’t think that’s you when you just told me you’re about to get a massage then give her a happy ending. You’re damn sure not a role model.”
“Balance, muthafucker.”
I chuckled because he was on one. “Yeah, aight. I’ll holla at you.”
I need the call and unmuted the TV, trying to focus on the game. My life was about to do a complete one eighty and I was the one pushing for this shit.
Chapter 3
Makari
