Since I wasn’t trying to go home any time soon, I told her I could pull up on her now, and she said that was cool. I asked her if she or her man needed me to bring anything and she said nah. After disconnecting the call, I put on an Al Green album that made me think about my wife even more. When all was said and done, I’d have to get my baby back.
I staredat Kiana in confusion, as if she was speaking a foreign language. Though I understood the words she was saying perfectly, them being combined didn’t make sense. Of all the things she could have called me over to say, her being pregnant and there being a possibility that it was my child never came up as an option.
About three months ago, Kiana broke up with her man. She was so distraught she called me crying acting like her world was over. Honestly, she reminded me of my mother. My heart went out to her, and as much as I wanted to tell her to toughen up and move on, I took her out of town to try and take her mind off things. Our last night out of town, she expressed how much she appreciated me being the one consistent man in her life… and she kissed me.
I chalked it up to her being drunk, but she’d only had a few glasses of wine. We went back and forth about it for a while, and the consensus was that she was sober and in no position for me of all people to reject her. I was so disgusted by the act that I made sure she understood it could never happen again the next morning, and she agreed.
Kiana was beautiful, and her pussy wasn’t bad, but having sex with her felt like I was having sex with my damn sister. I tried to please her as quickly and thoroughly as I could because it was hard for me to even keep my dick up, regardless of how wet her pussy was. That was the last test I needed to prove to myself that she would always be just a friend to me, and in that moment, Kiana agreed.
Now, she was sitting here telling me she was pregnant and there was a chance the baby was mine, but she wasn’t sure.
“So you had sex with him close enough to the time you had sex with me for you to not know who the father of your baby is?” Her eyes rolled and she crossed her arms over her chest, but I lowered them. “I’m not trying to offend you. I’m trying to get an understanding. I guess I’m more confused by you not being sure it’s mine more than anything else. You told me you and Daniel got back together a month ago, so unless you fucked a stranger, the timeline is off, Kee.”
Her head hung briefly as she sighed and pressed her thumb into her palm. “I lied about when we got back together. I knew you were going to say I took him back too easily, and I didn’t want to hear your mouth. Daniel was at my house when we came back from our trip. He ended up taking me out that day to apologize and get back together. When he wanted to have sex that night I tried to give him an excuse, but since he knew I’d been out of town with you, he started talking about you were the reason and all that bullshit. I really just had sex with him to shut his ass up.”
Sighing, I sat back on the couch and looked toward the ceiling. Our friendship had always been a source of conflict for her and Daniel. He swore there was something between us because of how close we were, so it didn’t surprise me to hear that he gave her static about taking the trip with me, though that wasn’t the first time Kiana and I had gone out of town together. And even if it was, they’d broken up, so what she did with me or anyone else didn’t matter.
“Did you use a condom with him?” I asked, and she shook her head no. “And he came in you?” She nodded. “So there’s more of a chance that he’s the father than me.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t want to use that logic and have this baby and blindside him. The truth is, I had sex with two men in one day. You and I used a condom but still. It could be either one of you.”
“Have you told Daniel that you’re pregnant yet?”
“Yes, but I haven’t told him there’s a chance the baby is yours. He asked me to marry him last night, Marz, and I said yes. If I tell him there’s a chance the baby isn’t his, he’s going to leave me.”
I sighed again and sat up in my seat. “He technically can’t be mad at you having sex with someone else while y’all weren’t together, but he can be mad at you if you keep this from him. He needs to know there’s a chance the baby isn’t his, Kiana. Especially if you want to marry him.”
“No.” Her head shook adamantly as she lifted her leg under her. “I want to get the test results before I tell him. If he’s the father, there’s no reason for him to know.”
Hearing that flawed shit come out of her mouth caught me off guard. Self-preservation I suppose, but I didn’t like the idea of keeping something like this from her man. It made me question what else she planned to hide just to keep him, but that wasn’t my business, so I didn’t press it.
“Well let me know when you want to do the test and I’ll be there. If you wanna keep this from him until then, it’s on you, but if he finds out, I’m telling you this shit is going to blow up in your face.”
Her eyes watered. “You may be right, but I can’t risk it. He didn’t propose to me until after I told him about the baby. I just… want to be careful.”
“Are you sure he’s marrying you because he wants to spend the rest of his life with you? If he only proposed for the baby?—”
“It wasn’tjustfor the baby. It was because of the timing,” she reasoned. “We would’ve gotten married eventually, but me being pregnant just sped the process up.”
“That’s what he said?”
“That’s what I believe.”
Standing, I gave her a brief hug. “Let me know when you want me to go take the test, Kiana.”
“I will. Thanks, Marz.”
I didn’t bother to respond as I walked out. Her situation was sounding more and more like my mother’s. Omar had only proposed to my mama because she had gotten pregnant with Ariel. The moment Omar had an out, he took it. I needed to talk to my pops about this shit.
Chapter
Twenty
Heir
“Sis!”
My body locked in excitement at the sound of Neptune’s voice. Turning, I walked into his waiting embrace.