Page 19 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

I already knew who I was calling the phone rang three times.

“What.” Alisha answered with more attitude than I liked.

I smiled without even thinking. “Damn that’s how you answer the phone for your husband that’s sitting in jail?” Nothing, no laugh, no smart comment. This wasn’t my Alisha.

“Are you still at the hospital?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“How is Shante?”

“She is resting.” She replied.

“And the babies?”

“They good.”

I closed my eyes. “Aight.” The silence was whooping my ass. “You ain’t got nothing else to say?”

“I really don’t.” She spat.

Damn. “Li…”

“What?”

“You still mad?”

She laughed a dry ass laugh. “You asking me if I’m mad? I watched another woman walk into my best friend’s baby shower claiming she was carrying your twins. I watched my husband get arrested and you asking if I’m mad?”

I rubbed my forehead. “You know how these crazy ass obsessed women be like, you watch enough of those true crime shows.” I let her know.

“Now she crazy and obsessed, she wasn’t all that when you were fucking around with her.”

“She lying.” I lied.

“Yeah ok.”

“You believe her over me?” I asked.

“I don’t know what to believe.”

That hurt more than I expected. Alisha always believed me. Even when everybody else didn’t. “Bring Brittany to see me tomorrow.”

“No.” I frowned.

“What you mean no?”

“I mean no, I ain’t bringing her down there.”

“That’s my daughter.” I yelled.

“Our daughter.” She corrected me so fast.

“Our daughter.” I repeated.

“And right now she don’t need to see none of this.”

I looked down at the floor. “I love you.”