Page 12 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

I felt the same way Deuce was cheating on my best friend and it wasn’t shit I could do about it. “I know.”

“I mean, damn.” He rubbed his beard.

“Everybody makes mistakes, but that?” He shook his head. “That ain’t the way to do somebody.”

I looked down at the blanket covering my legs. “Maybe she’s lying.”

“I hope she is.” Malik responded. “Cause if she ain’t…” He let the sentence die.

I picked at the edge of the hospital blanket. “Kim don’t seem… stable.”

“Nah, she don’t.” He folded his arms. “I just hate that Alisha got caught up in all that mess and Brittany.” Then he reached over and rested his hand gently against my belly. “My son and my little princess already got enough drama waiting on ’em.”

A tiny smile pulled at my lips. “You really be talking to them. They are probably tired of hearing your voice.”

He laughed. “They better get used to it.” His hand stayed right where it was. “I've been telling my son he gotta look out for his little sister. And my princess…” He smiled to himself. “She's already spoiled.”

“They ain’t even born yet.” I said while rolling my eyes.

“So they're still mine.”

The words cut deep because the truth was they weren’t his kids. Watching him love these babies so freely made the guilt sit heavier on my heart more than it ever had before. He already had plans for them. He couldn’t wait to buy matching gym shoes. He wanted to take the baby girl on daddy daughter dates and promised he’d never let a little boy break her heart.

Every dream he shared, every smile and every little conversation he had with my stomach…It reminded me of one thing, the babies weren’t his. Everyday that passed he loved them more. It felt like somebody was squeezing my heart. I was actually letting this man believe I was carrying his babies. I had exactly three months to continue to live this lie. I hated myself for that more than anybody ever could.

“You good?” His voice pulled me back.

I blinked a couple times. “Yeah.”

“You sure?” He asked.

I smiled the best I could. “Yeah.”

He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Ain’t nothing in this world more important than y’all.”

I closed my eyes the shit was so fucked up and at that point there was absolutely nothing I could do. It wasn’t like I could say Bae I got something to tell you these really ain’t yo kids they are Deuce’s and Kim’s. And that the crazy bitch really was bringing gifts for her and Deuce’s twins.

After the doctor left, the room got quiet again. Malik pulled his chair closer and he folded his arms. “I just hate that Alisha got caught up in all that bullshit.”

“So do I.” I responded.

“And Brittany.” Malik replied.

That made my stomach knot up.

“Kids don’t deserve grown folks’ problems.” Malik let me know.

“No, they don’t.” I agreed.

He looked over at my stomach, and his whole expression softened. Then he reached over and rested his hand gently against my belly. “You good?”

His voice pulled me back and I blinked a couple times. “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

I smiled the best I could. “Yeah.”

The room got quiet again and Malik was still rubbing little circles across my stomach like the babies could actually feel him through the hospital blanket. Before I could let my mind wander too far, the hospital room door flew open so hard it smacked against the wall.