by Carl Weber
“What the hell is this about, Michelle? You told me the baby wasn’t mine.” Now that I was not within earshot of Kathy, I had a real attitude.
“I know that, James, but I was wrong.” There was a strange tone to her voice, not the attitude I expected. It was more like exhaustion. If I didn’t know better, I might have thought she didn’t want to be having this conversation with me. But I did know better, and I was sure Michelle was up to something.
“What do you mean you was wrong? Why you trying to play me, Michelle? You know that baby ain’t mine. He looks just like your boyfriend. He don’t look nothin’ like me.”
“Ain’t nobody trying to play you, James.” The attitude had crept back into her voice. “I just want you to take care of your responsibility. I can’t do this by myself.”
“What responsibility? That baby ain’t mine. I saw you and his daddy pushing a stroller down the street just the other day. You looked like one big happy family. Why you trying to put this on me now? I ain’t rich. I ain’t got no money. Damn.”
“You think I want this? I wouldn’t even be talking to you if Trent hadn’t failed a paternity test. The baby’s not his, James. DNA tests don’t lie.”
There was silence on my end. I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to ask, “Well, whose baby is it?” but common sense told me that wasn’t a good idea, especially since she had my cell number, my home number, and my address. If she wanted to, she could make my life a living hell.
As if she was reading my mind she said, “You’re the only other one I was sleeping with, James, so don’t come out your face with any stupidness.”
God, I wish I had never met her.
“What do you want from me, Michelle?”
“I think we should sit down tomorrow and talk. All I want you to do is take care of your son, James. I don’t want anything else.”
“I can’t do it tomorrow, Michelle. It’ll have to be Sunday.”
“Sunday it is. Call me after church with the time. But don’t make me call you, James, ’cause I ain’t calling your cell phone anymore. I’m calling your house.”
“Aw’ight. I’ll call you.” I clicked off the phone then walked up the stairs as if I was in a trance. How the hell was I gonna tell Kathy that I had another son?
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CARL WEBER is the Publisher and Editorial Director of Urban Books. He graduated from Virginia State University with a BS in accounting and has an MBA in marketing from the University of Virginia. He is the bestselling author of Player Haters, Lookin’ or Luv, Married Men, Baby Momma Drama, The Preacher-.’s Son, and the upcoming So You Call Yourself A Man and is a major contributor to the novella, A Dollar and a Dream. He lives in Long Island, New York with his family. Readers can visit Carl’s website, www.carlweber.net, and e-mail him at [email protected].
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Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Seven years later
Chapter 1 - Kyle
Chapter 2 - Allen
Chapter 3 - Wil
Chapter 4 - Jay
Chapter 5 - Kyle
Chapter 6 - Allen
Chapter 7 - Jay
Chapter 8 - Kyle
Chapter 9 - Wil
Chapter 10 - Allen
Chapter 11 - Kyle
Chapter 12 - Jay
Chapter 13 - Allen
Chapter 14 - Wil
Chapter 15 - Kyle
Chapter 16 - Allen
Chapter 17 - Kyle
Chapter 18 - Jay
Chapter 19 - Allen
Chapter 20 - Kyle
Chapter 21 - Jay
Chapter 22 - Kyle
Chapter 23 - Wil
Chapter 24 - Allen
Chapter 25 - Jay
Chapter 26 - Wil
Chapter 27 - Kyle
Chapter 28 - Kyle
Chapter 29 - Wil
Chapter 30 - Jay
Chapter 31 - Kyle
Chapter 32 - Allen
Chapter 33 - Jay
Chapter 34 - Allen
Chapter 35 - Jay
Chapter 36 - Wil
Chapter 31 - Allen
Chapter 38 - Wil
Chapter 39 - Allen
Chapter 40 - Jay
Chapter 41 - Kyle
Chapter 42 - Jay
Chapter 43 - Kyle
Chapter 44 - Tracy
Chapter 45 - Diane
Chapter 46 - Lisa
Chapter 47 - Rose
Chapter 48 - Kenya
Epilogue
Teaser chapter
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