I had no doubt that my boys would support me if Paris was mine. Neither of them had kids, but they both wanted them. I was the odd man out of the trio. What a twist of events. The man who didn’t want kids might be the first one with a child.
The three of us played ball for a little bit before we parted ways. I told them I would keep them posted on everything. By the time I left them, I still wasn’t sure of what to do.
Hopefully, my parents would be able to give me some insight. I didn’t want to wait too long to get back to London and she thought I was a deadbeat. If Paris was mine for a fact, I would definitely be in her life in any way London allowed me. I wouldn’t be opposed to being in London’s life either. My dick got hard when we sat at that dinner table, but her news made me gosoft. That didn’t mean I wasn’t physically attracted to her. I very much still was.
I’d stoppedat home to shower and change, then headed to my parents’ house. My parents, Cynthia and Grant, had been married for almost forty years. They wanted more children, but it wasn’t in the cards for them, so I was their only hope in expanding our family.
I rang the doorbell when I arrived and waited for my father to answer the door. I knew it would be him, because he was very protective of my mother, and he didn’t want her answering the door if he was home. He said if someone came to their house on some bullshit, they would meet him and his shotgun before they got a chance to even see my mother.
“I already know some shit ain’t right if you are showing up this early,” my dad jested as soon as he opened the door.
“Dang, Pops. How do you know I just ain’t want to spend some time with y’all?” I hugged my dad, then stepped inside.
“I know you, Gen. Your mom has been anxious since you said you were coming by, so come and tell us what it is before she explodes.” He laughed as we walked into the living room.
“Genesis.” My mother cooed as she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I hugged her and kissed the top of her head. My mother was a stay-at-home mom, so we had a close relationship. I was close to my dad as well, but my mother was my heart.
“What do you have to tell us? Are you finally having a baby?” She removed her arms from my waist and grabbed my hand, then forced me to sit on the couch next to her.
“Um, that’s exactly what happened. She’s already here, though.”
“She?” my dad asked as my mom damn near screamed.
Multiple questions flew from my mother’s mouth so quickly, I couldn’t respond to them. She wore a shocked and happy expression, while my dad looked concerned.
“Baby, let the boy speak,” my father suggested as he grabbed my mother’s hand.
“You’re right. Sorry. I got so excited. Tell us everything.” Excitement danced in my mother’s eyes.
I took a deep breath and told them everything just as I’d told my friends. I didn’t leave a detail out. I normally didn’t talk to my parents about my sex life, but I didn’t hide things from them either.
It didn’t take long to tell them since London and I’d only had two encounters. I even told them that Devin and Vincent suggested a DNA test.
“I have to agree with them. Not to say that this young lady is lying, but you don’t know anything about her, so it makes sense,” my father said. “I shouldn’t have to tell you that no matter how good the coochie is, you still should have wrapped up.”
“Really, Pops?”
“Yes, Genesis, really. You’re lucky that all you got was a kid.”
My father had no filter at all, but he was right. I got tested regularly, so I knew I hadn’t caught anything, but I could have.
“While I am excited about the possibility, I agree with your father.” My mom cut in. “Do you have any pictures? What’s her name? How old is she?”
“No pictures, but I did see what she looked like, and she does favor me. Her name is Paris, and she’s eight-months-old.”
My mother gushed about how cute it was that the baby was Paris and the mom was London. She wanted to meet her, but shesaid she would wait because she didn’t want to get attached for nothing.
“Yeah, I’m going to reach out to London. I want to meet Paris, but I do agree with testing first. I feel it in my gut that she’s mine, though.”
“That’s good. You know we will support you,” my father added.
“I know. As a matter of fact . . .” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I wasn’t sure what London had going on, so I just sent her a text.
Me:
I’m ready to meet Paris, but I want us to talk as well.
