Page 62 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Shante.”

I whispered it.

“Deuce and Kim.” I slowly looked up and Grandma Lorraine was staring at me like she’d forgotten how to blink.

“Come again.”

“Grandma” I tried explaining again.

“I know damn well you did not just tell me you’re carrying your brother’s babies for that crazy bitch that came to your baby shower.”

My face crumbled. “I am.”

Grandma shot off the bed. “Jesus, take the wheel, the tires, the transmission, and the whole damn car!”

“Grandma!”

“What the fuck is wrong with y’all?” She started pacing. “Every last one of y’all needs counseling.”

I cried harder. “Grandma, please.”

She pointed at my stomach. “You let Deuce talk you into carrying babies for his side bitch?”

“It wasn’t like⁠—”

“Don’t you dare say it wasn’t like that, because that’s exactly what the fuck you just told me!”

I shut up.

She threw both hands in the air. “Lord, I knew Deuce was touched.”

I looked at her. “Touched?”

“Yes! Touched in his damn head!”

A laugh tried to come out through my tears but Grandma wasn’t finished.

“And apparently it’s hereditary because your dumb ass agreed!”

“Grandma!”

“What?” She pointed at me. “You want me to tell you this shit was smart?”

“No.”

“Good, because I’d be lying.”

I wiped my face. “I was trying to help him.”

“Help him do what? Destroy everybody’s life?”

I looked down.

Grandma stared at me. “Does Alisha know?”

My stomach dropped. “No.”

Grandma closed her eyes. “Jesus.”