Page 32 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Nothing, I came to check on her.”

He sat up and rubbed his face. “She good.”

“I can see that.”

Shante looked at him. “You need to go home.”

He frowned. “I’m good.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m fine.” Malik replied.

“You look like you've been sleeping in that chair.” Shante frowned.

“I ain’t leaving you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not going nowhere. You've been here all night.”

“And?”

“And you need to go shower, eat something, and get some real sleep.” Shante fussed.

He looked at her like she had lost her mind. “I’m staying.”

I laughed. “Malik, go home.”

He looked at me. “Why is everybody trying to get rid of me?”

“Because you look like shit.” I let him know.

Shante started laughing. “See?”

He looked down at himself. “I don’t look that damn bad.”

“You do,” I said.

Shante nodded. “Bad.”

He shook his head. “Both of y’all funny.”

I pulled the chair closer to Shante’s bed.

“Go, I’ll stay with her.”

He looked at me. “You sure?”

“Yeah I can stay Malik.” I gave him a look. “Go home.”

Shante reached for his hand. “Please.”

That finally got him, he sighed. “Aight.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I’m coming back.”

“I know.”

“And call me if you need anything.”

“I will.”