2. Asher Kane Wilson
Asher Kane Wilson
Same Time Across Town…
I couldn’t recall a time that I’d ever left my parents’ house so quickly. After I texted her, I immediately made an appointment to get a paternity test and sent her the details. I was not about to play with anyone regardless of how good her pussy was. Damn, was that muthafucka good. I rushed to my apartment building and went straight to Zane’s house.
This shit was crazy. I’d already told him that I was on my way up, so I didn’t knock. “Nigga, you ain’t ga neva guess who I just see,” I said as soon as I sat down on his couch.
He sat in his gaming chair without a care in the world playing a game that I was sure he was testing. Fun fact: My best friend had a degree in game design. If he wasn’t a professional football player, he could have been a professional gamer or game designer. In the off season, he actually tested games for various companies. He made good ass money doing it too. “What happened, bro?”
“I saw Katniss.” It took him a second to realize who I was talking about. He told me that was cool, then proceeded to ask if I was going to fuck again. “I seen her at my nephew’s day care with her son named Ashtan who is ten months old.”
He dropped the game controller. “Shit!” He rushed to pick up the game, then paused it. Finally, I had his undivided attention. “Wait, she had a kid? Let me do some quick math.” He calculated the time from when the game was to now. His eyes widened when he looked back at me. “Oh, shit! You sure it’s yours?”
“Man, I ain’t know, but I think e is. He kinda look like me,” I admitted. The entire ride from the day care to here, I picked apart his features. “I schedule a test for da day after tomorrow.”
He leaned his forearms on his thighs. “You didn’t take a picture? I want to see him.”
“Nah, I ain’t. I had look on her IG after I seen em, but she ain’t got no pictcha on there of him.” That shit was crazy to me because most new mothers posted nothing but their baby on social media after they had them. Katniss had a nice following too, so I’m sure they would want to see her son.
Zane picked his phone up from the table beside him. “Hold up. I followed her little best friend on IG the night we met them. What is Katniss’s handle?” I told him what her handle was. He was quiet while he looked. “There her lil sexy ass goes and she’s tagged in the picture.”
“Aye, send me her handle.” A few seconds later, I had Katniss’s best friend’s IG handle. I pulled her page up. “Oh, I rememba her.” Her best friend was cute as hell. I scrolled through her page. It didn’t take too much scrolling to get to a picture of her and baby boy.
Zane snickered. “Damn, bro, how the fuck did you get this girl pregnant? This looks like the picture of you when you was a baby at Mama house,” he said. “Nigga, I gave you six damn condoms. Did any of them break?”
“Man, I ain’t even wanna tell you what my dumb ass did.” His brow hitched as he waited for me to continue. “We used all da condoms, so we went to sleep. Fat-fat been calling me in my sleep, and I answered without strappin up.”
He jumped out of his seat. “Asher! What the fuck!” He paced with his hand on his head. He stopped pacing, then looked at me. “That bitch pussy must be made of rubies or some shit. You’ve never slipped up like this.”
“I know, bubba! Shit!” I dropped my face in my hands. “We ain’t know if da baby mine now,” I blurted when I looked up.
Zane’s eyes bugged out. He grabbed his phone, then stomped his big burly buff ass over to me. “Look at this baby,” he demanded after he put his phone screen in my face. “Boy, Mama Lina gonna beat your ass.”
That was the truth. My mama and daddy were more than likely going to go to my ass. When I got into the league, they stressed the importance of not spreading my seed. “Man, I got caught up. Fat-fat is da fuckin devil, I swear.”
Zane snickered. “Fat-fat! So, you gave her pussy a nickname and you remember it? Yeah, you might as well put a ring on that bitch.”
I inwardly cringed every time he called her a bitch. “Aye, ease up on dat bitch shit. Dats my baby mama.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I closed my eyes and laughed at my damn self. What the fuck is really going on? “Look, at least she ain’t go to da blogs or no shit. Da baby ten months.”
He sat back down in his gaming chair. “Okay, you got a point. Your baby mama…” He looked at me with a smirk. “She didn’t run to the blogs so that could mean she’s not on some scandalous type of flow. All you can do is get the test then go from there.”
“I tell you one thing. My baby got Katniss fat up. I know dat pussy platinum now,” I said. She was a thick girl anyway back when we had sex. When she came to that day care, before I knew who she was, I did a double take. It wasn’t until I saw the side profile of her face and that girl at the front desk said her name that I realized it was her.
Zane threw his hands up. “Bro, really! You have a pending paternity test, but you’re over here talking about platinum pussy. Man, what colors were you thinking about for the nuptials? I better be the best man too.”
Later That Evening…
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Penny was loud as hell. “Fuck me just like that.”
A nigga was stressed as hell, so I had to call my lil puss friend. I needed something to get Katniss off my mind. Penny and I had been fucking off and on for some years now, but it was nothing serious. I told her from the jump that I wasn’t interested in a relationship, and she was cool. She did her thing and I did mine. I wouldn’t call her a groupie per say, but I’ve seen her out and about with other football niggas. I didn’t play the take a bitch out that’s not my girl game.
That was the quickest way that you confused a female on the terms of the relationship. I set clear boundaries and stuck to them shits. “Drop ya back. I done told and taught you dat shit a long time ago.”
“Asher, you’re so big!” she whined. Her back lifted again, annoying the hell out of me. “Your dick is in my throat.”
I rolled my eyes because we’ve been fucking for a long time at this point. She can ride this dick in her asshole like it was nothing. Well, not as good as Katniss, but yeah. “Penny, I twenty-nine years old. My dick done grow all e ga grow. E been dis size when you had start to fuck wit me and e da same size now. Stop wit da porn yellin and shit.”
I told her if she lifted her damn back again, I was off her ass. I bet all the dramatics stopped. She didn’t have to give me an ego boost. I knew what the fuck my dick did and how big I was. After a few more minutes, I felt my nut rise.
I pulled out, then said, “Aye, come catch dis!”
I always pulled out when I nutted. Well, clearly, I didn’t with Katniss fallen angel pussy. Ole nut snatcher!
Penny turned around with enthusiasm to put this dick in her mouth and catch my nut. She pushed my shit to the back of her throat with no problem. “See, dat da only time my dick in ya throat.”
After she slurped me up, she fell back in the bed. Dramatic ass. “That was so good. Damn, you have the best dick that I get.” Her head popped up. “I mean I’ve ever had.”
I shook my head as I climbed off my bed. It was silly of her to think I cared about her intentional slip of the tongue. I wasn’t an idiot. What bitch would ever say you have the best dick that I get ? That sentence didn’t even naturally flow right without being intentional. “You good, sweetheart.”
Every once in a while she did a pulse check to see if I had developed feelings for her. Instead of her asking me, she’d do weird shit like say stupid shit to see if I would react. She would also come places with a dude that she knew I would be at. I assumed she wanted to see if I got jealous. She fucked with two of my teammates at one time and I didn’t give a remnant of a fuck. They didn’t know me and Penny fucked around because again, I don’t treat these females if they’re not my lil one.
“Go ahead and take a shower, get dressed, or whatever you need to do so you can head out,” I told her. I was ready to carry my ass to bed. I pulled open the personal fridge that was in my bedroom to grab a bottle of water. My mama raised me to be a courteous man, so I sat out one for her too. I mean, since I was all in her throat and shit according to her.
She turned to her side to face me. “I was thinking that I could spend the night. I don’t have to be at the office until ten tomorrow.” She had her legs open so I could see her lil coochie and all. Poor lil Tink Tink.
“Why would you think that?” I asked with my lip turned up. “When have I let you spend the night? No disrespect, but you should be grateful that you can come to the crib now.”
She was tripping in her boldness tonight. First it was two in the morning. She got here at eleven last night. What does that mean? Her ass spent the night! She better stop playing with me.
The disappointment etched on her face confused me. “I know, but I was thinking maybe we could explore something a little deeper. We’ve been dealing—”
“Nope, we not even ga do dis right-cha.” I stopped her cold in the middle of her sentence. “From day one I told you dis was nothin but dick meeting pussy, mout, and ass. You agreed to dat shit and I got da text to prove em,” I told her.
I stood there, running through my memory, sifting out if I ever did anything that would make her think I wanted something deeper. Me and this girl have never been out anywhere in public. I called her or she called me if we wanted to fuck. We don’t have casual conversation or anything. The only reason I know that her last name is Pages is because she answered her business phone in front of me using her last name. Hell, when we first started fucking, I called her P because I couldn’t remember her name, but knew it started with a P. I knew I should have never let her start coming to my place.
She sat up on her hindlegs. “Asher, I know that, but it’s been years that we’ve been dealing with each other like I was saying.” Her eyes slit. “Tell me you don’t feel a connection.”
I gave her a blank stare. She couldn’t be serious right now. “Penny, da only connection we got is my dick to your pussy, mout, and ass. Dat it, dat all. You trippin, fa real. I ain’t neva did shit da said, let’s be or stay together. My name Asher Kane Wilson, not Marvin fuckin Gaye.”
She gave a heavy sigh like I just killed her puppy. “I don’t need to use your shower. I’ll go ahead and get out of your way.” She climbed off the bed. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”
I didn’t bother to respond as I stripped my sheets to wash and took off my mattress protector to throw away. She could go somewhere with all of that okey doke shit. By the time I put on shorts, came back from the trash and the laundry room, she was dressed. Like the gentleman I was, I walked her to the door. Before I opened it, I pivoted on my heel to face her. “Aye, I think I good on dis lil situation we got right here.”
Her ass looked like she was about to have a panic attack. Her head knocked back and forth. She waved her hand like them boys did when they were doing that dance and dropped to the floor with their leg all bent up. “No, no! I don’t want that. Forget what I said about exploring something deeper.”
“Nah, dat ain’t some shit I ca forget. It would be irresponsible of me to keep fuckin withcha knowin’ how you feel. I ain’t dat nigga. I wish you and ya pussy well doe, for real.” I was a man who primarily paid attention to red flags and didn’t ignore them.
Penny was far from a bum bitch. She was an executive at a top financial institution. She had all of her own shit, but for some reason had a mindset that she wanted a rich man to come up on. I figured she didn’t want to work as hard as she did. She could have whoever she wanted and generally did. She just couldn’t have me anymore.
She shuffled her feet with her head down for a few seconds. “That’s fine.” Her beady eyes got tight. “You don’t ever have to fucking worry about me again.”
“Dats the point, sweetheart. I literally just said that.” I opened my door. “Be safe out der on dat road. You know people ain’t know how to drive in Charlotte on normal days. E raining out der. Stay vigilant.”
She mumbled fuck you under her breath and stormed out. She stepped wrong or something because that heel said down goes Frazier! I shook my head, then said, “God don’t like ugly and He ain’t too fond a pretty either.” I did make sure she got up from the floor before I closed the door.
I called that girl over here to relax my mind. Now she had me more anxious with her aggie ass. Let me get in this shower so I can rest my mind for tomorrow.
Next Day…
I got to the clinic early because I requested to be let in through the back door. I didn’t need anyone to see me come in here and run to tell that. I asked my lawyer yesterday if I needed these folks to sign non-disclosures. He told me either way he would send over the forms for all the workers to sign. I was nervous as I sat in this conference room. I didn’t want them to take my blood until Katniss got here. The tech was going to come in here to draw the blood.
It was two-thirty-five when Katniss arrived. Her son came into the room first with a Ziplock baggie of what looked like Gerber Puffs. “I’m so sorry I’m late. He wouldn’t let me carry him and wanted to play run from mommy.” When she got close to him, lil man ran from her to the other side of the room. “Ashtan, why must we do this? Come here and say hi.”
He laughed at her, and my heart literally skipped a beat. Lil man was hell and that was even more of an indicator to me that he was probably my boy. “Oh, you straight.”
Ashtan walked over to me with a wide smile. He raised the hand that wasn’t holding his baggie and waved. “Hi, hi!” He reached in his baggie, pulled out a puff, then offered it to me. “Here.”
Katniss giggled. “My mama is trying to teach him the concept of sharing. I guess he’s taking to it.”
My smile was bright. “Thank you, lil man.” I took the puff from his hand. He stood there and looked at me like he was waiting for me to eat it. I put it in my mouth. His ass nodded at me, then ran off. “I guess dat nod is his you’re welcome.”
She sat two chairs away from me. “Pretty much.” She put her big ass bag on the table, then fidgeted with her hands while she looked at them. “Look,” she said once she lifted her head. “I’m sorry for never reaching out to you. I thought you would think I was trying to trap you on some scandalous ho shit because we used protection. I didn’t want the drama or for the blogs to get wind.” She took a breath. “I don’t really like attention like that. I’m sorry though.” Her eyes were soft. She turned in her seat to put her attention on Ashtan.
“E cool. I mean I woulda like to know I had a lil jit outchea, but e is what e is. He ain’t too old for me to come in his life like I always been der,” I said. Should I tell her we did fuck without protection? Yeah, I should. “Oh, and dat last time I was in Fat-fat, I didn’t strap up. My bad.”
She turned in her seat so fast, I thought she was going to fall out of it. “You what?” Her beautiful eyes were bucked. “Are you serious? Wow!” She tittered. “All this time, I thought I was going crazy.”
“Nah, you wasn’t. Being honest, I ain’t rememba until I saw you at the day care,” I admitted. I didn’t know what to say past that. I turned my attention to her son. His ass was spinning around. I waited to see if he was going to fall down.
Moments later, the tech came into the room. “Hey, guys. Are we ready?” the white lady asked with a smile.
“Oh, yes,” Katniss said. “Do you want to take the baby’s blood first?” When the lady said that was fine, she got up to get Ashtan.
Like I knew he would, he took off around the table. When he came around the table, I scooped him up. “Come here, lil man!” My hand tickled his stomach. I smiled when he erupted into laughter. I glanced at Katniss who smiled at our interaction. “Do you want to hold him while she do this?”
“Um, if he doesn’t cry, you can keep holding him,” she said. She sat there and watched the lady talk to Ashtan to make him comfortable. Nervousness was written all over Katniss’s face.
Lil man sat on my lap and watched the lady. His face was balled up like he was trying to figure out why she was talking to him. He watched her every move. When that lady stuck the needle into his arm, I just knew he was going to cut up. He didn’t make a peep. I peeked at Katniss, then said, “Oh, he bad, huh?”
She burst out laughing. “I’m going to say what my mother says. He’s not bad, he’s just very active.”
After she was done, I put him down. He went about his business as if that lady didn’t just stick a needle in his arm. I shook my head as the lady silently did what she had to do to take my blood. Once she was done, she stood. “Alright. Mr. Wilson, I know you asked for the results to be expedited, so we will have them available for you in forty-eight hours. Miss Roland, you filled out the intake form when you got here, so we will email the results to both of you as well as send an official copy via certified mail.”
“Dats cool,” I responded after I stood up. She gave me a final smile that I returned. Once she was gone, I turned to Katniss. “I think we should probably exchange numbers now. Ion wanna be havin’ to hit my baby mama up on IG.” I chuckled lowly.
She picked up her phone from the table. “Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. What’s your number?” She input it after I called it out to her. A few minutes later, my phone rang. “Now you have my number,” she said with a smile.
I saved her in my phone, then side-eyed her. “Aye, what you save me as in ya phone?” I was curious.
She stared at me for a moment before she turned her phone around so I could see the screen. I chuckled at her saved contact. The Asher Kane Baby Daddy. Her cheeks rose when our eyes connected. “Let me see what you saved me as.”
With no shame, I turned my phone around so she could see. I ain’t never been shamed about shit I’ve done. I proudly saved her as Baby Mama Fat-Fat. She threw me a side-eye. “I mean wha you want me to put, shit. You probably my baby mama and I call you Fat-fat.”
“I’m not going to do this with you.” She giggled as she reached behind her to grab Ashtan. He was not happy when she picked him up. “Boy, calm down. I swear ever since he started walking, all he wants to do is walk.”
I tittered. “As he should. So, I guess once we get da results, we ca get back up to discuss other shit. If he mine, I’ma wanna be in e life, so let set dat straight. I get what you sayin about the blogs and shit and I’ma make sure don’t nobody fuck wit y’all.”
She just nodded and agreed to meet after the results. I allowed her to leave first since I was going to go back out the door that I came in. Her ass looked good as hell. She must have either been on her way to work or just getting off. I don’t know who was making these scrubs that nurses wear these days. My baby mama was too fat up to wear the scrubs she had on. They weren’t tight but her ass couldn’t be hidden. Welp, in forty-eight hours, I’ll know what’s up.
D-Day…
My sister was nosy as hell. I woke up this morning and my sister was in my kitchen cooking breakfast. My nephew was sitting in his little play area that I had set up for him at my house watching his little Mickey Mouse Fun House . He loved that damn show at his young ass age. I was convinced that all he saw was a bunch of colors.
“Tiara, I woulda text you when I got da damn email,” I told her after I swallowed a spoonful of grits and corned beef hash. My sister cooked just as good as our mother did. I was annoyed that she was here, but I wasn’t annoyed that she brought groceries. “I ga change my door code so ya ass gotta knock.”
Her, our mama, daddy, and Zane have a door code to my penthouse. They’re supposed to use it for emergency reasons, but the definition of emergency must be too ambiguous for them. “Boy, shet up! You know good and well, if you got dem results, you woulda open dat email without me.” She fussed from her seat across from me at my kitchen island.
I didn’t say anything because she was right. I’d been anxious as hell since they took my blood. I did text my baby mama yesterday to check on lil man. She sent me a video of him jumping on her bed. That boy was bad. Fuck that highly active shit her mother said.
When I heard my alarm beep, I knew who it was based on the beep. “What’s up, family?” Zane greeted as he rounded the corner into the kitchen. “You get those results yet?” He stopped, then went over to the stove. “Good looking out, Tiara. Where’s my lil homie?”
“He over der watchin e show,” she told him. She pointed to his play area. “Don’t go ova der botherin him if you not ga keep em withcha, Zane.”
He waved her off before he went into my cupboard to get a plate. He was silent while he made his plate. Once he sat down, he decided to speak. “You talk to Fat-fat today?” My sister asked him who was Fat-Fat. “That’s his baby mama’s nickname.”
“First, dat ain’t ha nickname for you ta use. Dat her pussy nickname, so don’t fuckin play with me, boy. Ha nickname is Kat to you,” I told him. Yeah, he was my best friend, but lines had to be drawn on what I was going to play and not play with when it came to my baby mama. I knew he didn’t mean any disrespect, but some jokes ain’t meant to be jokes.
Zane held his hand up. “You got that. My bad.”
My phone’s email notification went off to let me know that I had an email. Zane’s fork stopped midair, and Tiara leaned forward. Neither of them said anything. “Y’all starin at me and dis might not even be em. Swear y’all ass nosy.”
I opened my email to see if it was what I was expecting. I saw that it was exactly what I had been waiting for. I took a quick look at both of them before I took a breath. I opened the email, went to the attachment, then opened it. I scanned the letter and got to what I wanted to know. I was silent for a moment as I read the result about three times before I looked up. “Welp, looks like I got a lil jit.”
“Yes! I knew dat baby been yours. I say, Tiara, dats dat boy baby! ” She hopped around like she was a big ass kid. She better not. Before I could finish my thought, her ass jumped on my back. “I ga be an auntie!”
Zane smiled, then said, “Congratulations, my boy.” I knew he was genuinely happy for me. He knew that eventually I wanted to have a child. Yeah, I thought I would have it with my wife, but hey, things happened.
When my sister finally got off my back, her smile dropped. “Ight, we done celebrated. Now, when you ga tell Mama and Daddy? They ga be on yo ass!”
I wiped my hand down my face. My mama had absolutely no couth. She said what she wanted to, when she wanted to. Just as I thought about it, an idea popped into my head. “I ga invite Kat and my baby ta Mama birthday party.”
Tiara’s and Zane’s eyes bucked. “My man, I don’t think that’s a good idea to reveal the news there. All the family is going to be there,” he said. “Maybe take them to dinner and invite her there.”
“Nah, he wanna do em there because he think she not ga cut up on e ass as bad in front all dem people. Yo scary ass.” She bent over in laughter. I didn’t say anything because her ass was right. “Boy, dis shit ga be funny.” She got serious for a second. “Look nah, if dat girl wil’ out, I ga wil’ out, so you betta give her some kina pep talk.”
This plan was a big risk, but shit, it was the easiest way I could think of to do it. Yeah, I could tell them first without Kat being there, but I wanted to kill two birds with one stone. God, please don’t let my mama act a donkey.