Page 61 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I am.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I frowned. “Why do you keep doing that?”

“Because I’m waiting on your lying ass to tell me the truth.”

I looked away. She stared at me for a few seconds.

Then her voice softened. “Baby, what did you do?”

That broke me, my mouth started trembling before I could stop it.

Grandma’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh, Lord.”

I covered my face. “I fucked up, Grandma.”

“Clearly.”

“Grandma!”

“What? I’m looking at an empty apartment. I figured that part out already.”

I started crying harder and she grabbed my arm. “Come on.” We both looked around the empty living room, Grandma paused. “Well… ain’t shit to sit on in here.”

I laughed through my tears. “Come on, we can sit on the bed.” We went into my bedroom and sat down.

Grandma looked at me. “Talk.”

I wiped my face. “Malik left me.”

“I gathered that.”

“He found out something.” I replied.

“Found out what?”

I couldn’t get the words out, Grandma waited.

“The babies aren’t Malik’s.”

Grandma froze and her whole face went blank. “What?”

I looked down at my stomach. “They’re not his.”

She stared at me. “Then whose babies are you carrying?”

My throat tightened. “I’m a surrogate.”

Her eyes widened. “A surrogate?”

I nodded.

“For who?”

I couldn’t look at her.