Page 158 of Captivated By Danger

He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, man. I’m trying to process my big brother dropping something like that on me and not wanting any sympathy for it. Damn. Can we at least talk about it? How long have you known?”

“For a while?”

“What’s a while?”

“Since my early twenties.”

His eyes nearly bucked out of his head.

“I’ve had multiple surgeries to try and correct it. The recent one was not long ago.”

He looked taken aback. “But you always said having kids wasn’t…” he paused when he started putting it together. “Ohh, it was easier to just say having kids wasn’t a top priority of yours than to tell us you were… you know.”

I nodded my head.

“But if you just had surgery, her baby could be yours.”

“No, Dymon. When I went for my check-up afterwards, my count was still low, so it didn’t take. He tried to reassure me that it could take up to a year for it to work and that he stood by his work. I never went back, but I scheduled myself an emergency appointment the next day after Rachel showed up, and today I’m going to go see him.”

“Then I’m rolling.”

“Where Quinci?”

“Oh shit! Let me text her. She was worried sick about you.”

My eyebrows went together. “Really?”

“Ehh.” He shook his hand a little bit, making me shake my head. “A little bit. She was more worried about Greysen.”

“Of course, she was.”

That little video that Rachel got hit the web so fast and spread like a forest fire, NDA and restraining order be damned. I was so thankful that Grey caught me when I was about to threaten her ass because what I was going to say was so foul. Most people with a brain were calling her stupid, telling her the same thing that I told her; she was going to have her child in jail. See, I didn’t give a damn about mothafuckas coming at me, but it pissed me off when the trolls took their asses to Greysen’s Instagram, commenting everything she already thought to begin with,‘you should have known that wasn’t going to last long.’ ‘You not his type girl’and so on and so forth. They were relentless with the comments until Greysen posted a picture of her in my Rolls Royce with a crying emoji over it with the caption‘just crying in a RR y’all’and I laughed until tears came to my eyes because I did not know she could be that petty. That’s when I knew Greysen was the type of woman that I wanted. Shit, I could finally admit to myself that I loved her.

* * *

Dymonand I were sitting in my urologist’s office. He insisted that he come along with me because he didn’t want me to be alone. Being the big brother, you don’t ever think that you have to go to your younger siblings with your issues. That’s what I was trying to explain to him in the car, but he wasn’t trying to hear it. He told me that he didn’t give a damn about that and to never suffer in silence. Being a husband and a dad, to a daughter especially, has softened his ass right up. I hardly recognized him, but it was a good look on him. His family rebrand was quickly skyrocketing him into a new tax bracket. Big brands loved families. Those two now have fan pages of them. Shit, I never thought I’d be able to admit that having a family was something I wanted.

“You alright, bro? What you thinking about? Everything going to work out.”

“Thinking about you, Bro. How I watched you grow from a little baby to a grown man with a family. I’m about to start seeing you on commercials and shit.”

“Nigga, Quinci gotonebrand deal with a natural diaper company and you talking like we about to be on Hallmark commercials,” he said, making me laugh.

There were a couple knocks on the door before it came open.

“Diesel and Dymon. How are y’all today?”

“I’m good.”

Dr. Barr walked around his desk and sat down with my file in my hands. I’d met him two years ago at a conference in Texas. He was talking to a bunch of doctors about the advancement of male fertility. I’d found out about it, and I made a special trip just to listen in. It was a way to stay lowkey and not have people all in my business. It was him who approached me and told me that I didn’t look like a doctor and gave me his card. It took me a while to call him but when I did, we talked on a video call for three hours and he made me feel comfortable enough to let him do the surgery. After my first check-up didn’t go well, I didn’t come back until Rachel claimed that she was pregnant by me.

“So, I have your numbers, Diesel and your sperm count is progressing more and on track with what I said it would be in the very beginning. However, even though it’s not where it’s going to end, there’s very little chance that you can get a woman pregnant. Even though it’s very slim, that doesn’t mean it can’t happen.”

Before I could ask a question, Dymon sat up. “So, it’s possible that he could father a baby today?”

“Yes, anything is possible.”

“I don’t like that answer. Yes or no?”

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