Page 91 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Big as a damn house.”

“Is she ready?” He asked.

“She better be them babies got about a month left.” I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. “I told her she better enjoy sleeping while she can because once her and Malik bring them twins home, it’s over.” It was a weird silence. “Deuce?”

“Yeah.”

“You heard me?”

“I heard you.”

“Malik probably more excited than she is.”

“Probably.” He sarcastically replied.

I frowned because Deuce sounded weird. But hell, he was sitting in the county, everything probably sounded weird in there.

“I bought them two more outfits the other day.”

“Lisha you ain’t gotta keep buying them babies shit.”

I laughed. “Why you counting my money?”

“I ain’t.”

“Then mind your business.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, stop saying.” I smiled. “That’s my niece and nephew and I can spoil them if I want to.” The line went completely silent. “Deuce?”

“I’m here.”

“Why do you keep getting quiet?” I asked

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Shit.”

I rolled my eyes. “Very informative.”

He exhaled. “Lisha…”

“What?” There was a long pause long enough that I stopped what I was doing. “What, Deuce?” For a second, I thought he was about to tell me something.

“Nothing.”

I sucked my teeth. “Then why the hell you say my name?”

“I just wanted to hear you answer.”

I closed my eyes.

“Boy, goodbye.”

He laughed. “I miss that.”