Page 5 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

She made a small sound. “What?” He asked.

“My stomach…” She whined.

He looked down. “What about it?”

“It hurts.”

His face tightened. “Where?”

“I don’t know… it just hurts.”

“Ambulance on the way,” somebody said again.

“They are taking too damn long.” Malik snapped.

Deuce stepped closer. “Is she good?”

Malik looked up. “How the fuck would I know? Apparently not if she was lying on the ground talking about her stomach hurt.”

“I’m just asking my nigga.” Deuce spat.

“And I said I don’t fucking know.”

Deuce was about to say something else, but Grandma stepped between them. “Not now.”

For once, they listened. I glanced toward the door and Kim was gone. Good because I didn’t have the energy for her anymore. My best friend was on the floor, pregnant with twins and guilt started creeping in. All that yelling… all that stress…

I dropped down beside her. “You scared me.”

Shante opened her eyes a little. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

She looked at me, eyes filling up with tears. “I’m sorry.”

I frowned. “You ain’t do nothing.”

Shante turned her head. I told myself she was just scared, hell I was too.

Sirens got louder. “Finally,” Malik mumbled.

Paramedics rushed in. “How far along is she?”

“She is carrying twins, she is six months!” Malik said.

“Any complications?” The paramedics asked.

“Not that I know of.” Malik answered.

“Are you the father?”

“Yes, now enough with all the damn questions. Just help her.” Malik yelled.

They worked on her while Malik hovered.

“Sir, give us space.”

“I’m good right here.” He let them know.