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“Ummm, whadaya mean?”
“Yo, what the fuck you mean, ‘whadaya mean’? Don’t fuckin’ play games wit’ me. You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout.”
“I knew I’d hear from you,” she states calmly. “How you been, baby?”
“What the fuck you doin’ goin’ over to my Pops’ spot?”
“Well I needed to get your attention some kind of way. And obviously, I have.”
“Yo, you fuckin’ crazy, for real, yo.”
She laughs. “Nigga, you can call me crazy all you want. The fact still remains that I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.”
“No, the fact is you’re a lyin’ nut-ass.”
“And I’m still pregnant.”
I can tell this ho is gonna be a muthafuckin’ thorn in my side. It’s moments like this I wish I had a buncha sisters I could call on when I needed them to rock a ho’s snotbox. “Okay, maybe you are, but for the hundredth time…It’s. NOT. Mine!
“It is yours.”
“Whatever, yo. Anytime we fucked I wrapped up.”
“Well, a few times I poked holes in the condoms.”
“Say what?”
“You heard me.”
I blow out a buncha aggravated air. “And how the fuck you do that?”
“Easy. I’d wait until you went into the bathroom, then I’d reach over and take the condoms you’d leave on the dresser, or I’d sneak and get the ones you had in your pants pocket and poke ’em up. Of course, I didn’t do it right away. I waited for the right time. Watched your moves every time you were with me before doin’ anything. And voilá! I’m with child. Your child. Now what would you like to name him or her?”
On some real shit, a muhfucka can’t believe what the fuck I’m hearin’. But, then again I can. This goes to show how muthafuckin’ desperate this bottom-of-the-barrel bitch really is. Yeah, she mighta poked holes in the condoms, but a muhfucka never nutted in her. I’d always pull out and bust down in her throat, or all over her face and titties. So unless she scooped the shit up offa her nipples and lips, then planted it up in her, she’s a muthafuckin’ lie. So the joke’s on her retarded ass. “I’m not namin’ it shit, ’cause it ain’t mine. You know it, and I know it. Now stop callin’ me. And stay the fuck away from my family.”
She laughs. “Or what, my baby daddy?”
I shake my head. “Yo, do us both a favor, and go jump ya dizzy-ass off a cliff.” I disconnect the call, sparkin’ a blunt. Fuckin’ wit’ her ass done gave me a splittin’-ass headache. This psycho bitch tryna drive a muhfucka to start lacin’ his shit, I think, blowin’ smoke up at the ceilin’.
By the time I get to the hospital to see Pops, it’s close to six-thirty. Visitin’ is over at like eight, I think. When I get to the visitor’s desk, I get my visitor’s pass, then make my way to the elevators. There’s mad heads e’erywhere up in this piece. I shake my head, hopin’ like hell I never end up in this bitch. Pops’ room is up on the tenth floor. I walk toward his wing, then look for his room number. A few nurses speak and smile. I speak back, but keep it movin’.
“Hey, old man,” I say, walkin’ into his room. He’s sittin’ up in his bed readin’ the Star-Ledger newspaper. There’s a New York Times on the side of him. “You mean to tell me you didn’t have anything better to do than get ya’self put in the hospital.” I give him a pound, then a kiss on the forehead. Pops and I have always been close; not like I am wit’ Moms, but still our bond is tight. On some real shit, they’re all I got. If sumthin’ happens to either one of ’em, I’ma be fucked up. Seein’ him up in this piece gotta muhfucka feelin’ some kinda way. I really fucked up.
He smiles; seems happy to see me. “I needed a break, what can I say. Glad you made it up to see me. But you coulda waited until I got home. They claim I’m being released in the morning.”
I take a seat in the chair next to the bed. “Oh, word? So e’erything’s aiight wit’ you, man?”
“So they say. They ran a buncha stress tests. My pressure’s high and they tell me my sugar’s up. But other than that, they say I’m okay.” I feel relieved. And fucked up for how things went down at his crib wit’ Akina. I decide to apologize, again. Tell ’em I was really outta pocket for bringin’ that shit up in his space like that. “Look, son, that’s water under the bridge. It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Unfortunately, I had to walk in on it. I tried to warn you, but ya ass is too damn hard-headed…”
“Just like you,” Moms says, walkin’ into the room. I get up and give her a hug and kiss. “He’s you, all over again.”
Pops chuckles. “Woman, I wasn’t that bad.”
She grunts, shakin’ her head. She hangs her coat up in Pops’ closet. They go back ’n forth ’bout it. I decide to stay outta their lil’ debate. Ya’ll already know how I feel ’bout it. And I’ma keep sayin’ it ’til I’m blue in the face: “I ain’t nuthin’ like him.” I take the other seat ’cross the room. Let Moms sit next to Pops.
“Well, it shouldna never went down like that,” Pops says. “I hope you learned ya lesson.”
