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“The hell if it wasn’t,” I snap. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it. All I want to do is get—”
“Yo, we need to talk,” Desmond says, running up to us. I feel like slapping his face, but I realize he’s innocent in all of this.
“I’ll go get the car,” Porsha says, walking toward one of the valet attendants.
“Desmond, I can’t. Not now.”
He gives me a pained look. “Nah, fuck that. This whole night has been fuckin’ crazy, yo. First, I find out your fam married my fam. Then I find out that you’re an identical triplet and that it wasn’t you who cut me off, but one of your sisters. And then I walk up on you and hear that you’re pregnant. So you gotta tell me something, yo, ’cause right now my head is all fucked up.”
He glances down at my stomach.
Instinctively, I place my hand over it. This whole night has drained me. “How do you think I feel? This whole time I thought you just stopped calling me and coming by the store because you lost interest in me, in us.”
“Nah, yo, you—”
I stop him with my hand. “Let me finish. For almost four months, I’ve been pissed at you, thinking you were this fucked-up nigga who just disappeared. Not knowing that my sneaky-ass sister was lying up with you all that time, pretending to be me.”
He holds his head in his hands. “This shit is crazy, yo. I still can’t believe this shit. And this whole time, I thought it was you dissing me.”
I see the attendant coming around with Porsha’s car. “Look, I really have to go. Can we please talk about this tomorrow? This whole night has been exhausting. And I’m not feeling well.”
He walks me toward the car. “Yeah, we can talk about this tomorrow, but I just need to know one thing.” He eyes me.
I look up at him. “What’s that?”
“Am I really the father?”
I nod. “Yes.”
He runs his hand over his face. “Fuck. I need ya number, yo.” I rattle off my number. He types it into his phone, calls me, then hangs up. “Don’t lose it.” The valet opens the car door for me, then shuts it once I’m inside. I roll the window down and Desmond leans into the car. “I’m calling you first thing tomorrow, yo. You hear?”
I nod my head. He taps the hood of the car, then steps back and watches as Porsha drives off. I wait until he is out of view, then break down.
Eight a.m., I’m awakened by my ringing phone. Without glancing at the screen, I already know it’s Desmond calling. I answer. “Hello.”
“I keep playin’ this whole shit in my head, yo. I’m fucked up like a muhfucka over this, yo.”
I stretch and yawn, sitting up in bed. “I’m really sorry you had to go through that. What my sister, Persia, did was real fucked up. I blame myself. Had I given you my phone number, instead of playing games with you, all of this crazy shit could’ve been avoided.”
“Nah, yo, don’t blame ya’self. Ya sister gotta take responsibility for what the fuck she did. Yo, I felt something was different about you…” I cringe at the thought of him being with her. Fucking her the way he fucked me. “…but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was almost like you flipped into this whole other person.”
“That’s because I was.”
“Yeah, no shit. I know that now. But, then…I really couldn’t tell y’all apart. The only time you seemed different is when… damn, I thought you had a split personality or something.”
“When what?” I ask, bracing myself for what I already know.
“When we were…you know, gettin’ it in.”
I groan. “Ugh. I’m so disgusted. I feel sick behind this.”
“Yo, you don’t know how bad I wanted to come down to ya store and talk shit out with you. But, I ain’t never been the type of cat to sweat a chick who isn’t interested in bein’ sweated. Once you, I mean, she, told me she wasn’t beat anymore, I fell back and played my position.”
I have a pounding headache as images of them in bed flash through my head. I have to know. “Did you like fucking her?” I hold my breath, wait for his answer.
“Nah, I liked fuckin’ you, ma. That’s who I thought I was gettin’ it in wit’. I was big on you, feel me? Even when you, I mean she, started flippin’ the script, wantin’ to be slapped up and choked and disrespected, I went wit’ it ’cause it’s what you, well she, wanted. She said she liked role-play. Yo, ya sister is a real snake for that shit; real talk.”
I swallow back my anger. “Trust me. You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I can only imagine what was said after I ran up out of the reception last night.”
