Page 172 of Captivated By Danger

“Hey y’all.” I turned to see Dymon and Quinci approaching, and he was holding their baby girl in the car seat.

“Hi. Quinci,” I spoke before smiling at their pretty little barbie doll of a daughter.

She’d checked on me every other day since everything went down.

“What are you doing here? If you don’t mind me asking,” she asked.

“Um,” I cleared my throat. “Well…” I paused when her eyebrows went up.

She looked at Elle who was wearing a cheesy grin on her face and then back at me.

“Oh. My. God. Oh, my God.”

She wrapped her arms around me and then looked at me.

“How are you feeling?”

I shrugged my shoulder. “Just trying to process it is all.” I looked at Dymon. “Don’t tell him. Please.”

“Why not?”

“Just give me like forty-eight hours, please.”

“Twenty-four,” Dymon said.

Quinci looked up at him with squinted eyes.

“Alright. Just tell him soon. He could use a pick-me-up.”

“Is everything okay?”

“They will be. Quinci let’s go get my lil’ mama checked in.”

“Okay, see you two later. Grey, I will be planning the baby shower. Do not tell me no.”

I smiled and waved at her as they walked off.

“So, why you going to wait to tell him? I know it’s not because of that crazy bitch,” she said once we were in the car.

“No. Not really. Well, yes, really. Is he going to be able to focus on two kids at the same time, trying to satisfy one sane babymama and one crazy one, traveling from New York to Florida, trying to run a multimillion-dollar company? Elle, I think that’s going to stress me and him.”

The last time I was really on my phone was when I saw that a gossip blog posted a picture of Diesel and Rachel standing on a sidewalk. They both had weird looks on their faces. I’d assumed that they’d found out that he was the father of her baby. Honestly, as pissed as I was, I was still happy that he had the child he wanted. His ass manifested being a father so bad, now he was about to have project twins.

“Girl, please. He knew it was a possibility when he was bussing up in every hoe, not calling you a hoe, though.”

I hadn’t told her about Diesel being sterile because that was very personal, and she didn’t have to know everything about him.

I didn’t know how to explain why the situation was so weird without telling her his business, so I responded, “I know. It will be okay. I’m going to call him later. Can you take me to my dad’s job?”

“And afterwards, we can get something to eat, so you can feed my niece… or nephew… or…what if it’s both? He’s a twin. His brother did not have twins. What if you have the twins?”

I looked at her. “If you say that again, I am going to swerve us both in traffic.”

“I’m just saying, girl. Does he know you’re coming?”

“No. I’m just going to surprise him.”

Even though my dad didn’t know I was home, we still talked every other day. Every time he asked me what I was up to or how many pictures I’d took that day, I had to lie each time and I couldn’t stand it. He didn’t talk about my mother, and I didn’t bring her up either. I had a plan before my birthday to tell off my mom, even my dad for how complacent he was at times, my grandmother, and her other granddaughter. Maybe even Kyle if I ever saw his ass, but this baby changes things for me. I didn’t know why, but I felt the need to avoid putting any undue stress on this baby. I felt that yelling at people who weren’t going to change or felt they didn’t do anything wrong would just be wasting my breath and stressing my baby out.

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