7. Hades
The amount of fucked up that Jin’jer’s people got me on behalf of her was astronomical.
I’d heard of some fuck ass shit that parents could do, but this shit here was diabolical.
Compared to my baby’s parents, Aaron, Dindi’s dad was a damn saint.
These bitches really put Jin’jer’s son up for adoption and told her that he was dead.
No, they didn’t put him up for adoption; they relinquished him to the fucking state of Colorado.
How did a person reconcile in their minds and hearts that it was alright to lie about a baby dying?
Heartless, that was what they were and are.
Janice was very apologetic, but fuck that shit.
I would have been out of a job. She acted like there weren’t cellphones back then.
We weren’t talking about fifty years ago.
She could have taken a picture of the baby or some shit to prove the baby existed.
We all came back to Charlotte after we spoke to Janice.
Jin’jer didn’t say a word on the way to the airport, on the plane, and when we got back to the compound.
Instead of going to my house, I took her to my parents’ house.
Hera called them from the airport to tell them what happened.
My mother demanded that I bring her there.
We got to my parents’ house, and all Jin’jer wanted to do was lie down.
I went to my house to get her hygiene stuff and clothes to sleep in.
The entire time that I had her in the shower, she was in a daze, but I saw the tears streaming down her face.
My mother came into the guest room that we were in after she got dressed.
I sat on the edge of the bed after Jin’jer lay down.
My heart swelled when my mother climbed into the bed and pulled my baby into her arms. It didn’t take a full minute before Jin’jer broke down.
I decided to leave the room so that she could get what she needed from my mother.
I took a seat in the den with my brothers and sisters.
“You good, Bro?” Zeus asked me.
Am I good? “What the fuck am I supposed to do with this shit? I told y’all how the fuck her people were reckless at the party already. If I have to go in front of those folks again, I’m going to fuck both of them up.”
“I think once she’s ready, she should reach out to Dorian to establish maternity. We still don’t know if that is truly her son,” Hera pointed out. “Hades, only do this if she wants to. Don’t force her to if she doesn’t want to.”
I knew eventually she would want to at least reach out to Dorian. There wasn’t any telling of whether she would want to take it any further as far as confronting her parents. Time would be the determining factor of that.
A SHORT TIME LATER…
Shortly after we got back from Colorado, Hestia suggested that Jin’jer start therapy.
I thought she would push back, but she didn’t.
She reached out to the EAP (Employee Assistance Program) at the hospital and got into therapy.
After a couple weeks of sessions, it was suggested that she take a mental health leave from work.
She was given a twelve-week paid leave of absence as long as she continued with her therapy.
Since she didn’t have to work, she packed up a lot of her stuff and temporarily moved in with me.
The move was permanent, but she just didn’t know it yet.
“Fuck, Jin’jer!” I wasn’t sure what the hell I did right today. When I got home from handling some business, Jin’jer accosted me in the kitchen, dropped to her knees, and started sucking my dick. Respectfully, Jin’jer sucked dick like she gave Superhead lessons. “I’m about to nut, baby.”
Seconds later, my nut slid down her throat.
You never realized you needed your dick sucked until you were getting it sucked.
My ass was leaned back on the counter, shamelessly, on my fucking tiptoes as I tried to summon my soul back to me.
After I was drained, her ass still sucked.
I had to put my hand on her forehead to push the dick sucking devil back.
“What’s wrong, baby? You can’t take it?” she taunted when she got up from her knees. She walked to the refrigerator like she hadn’t just evicted my soul from my body without notice.
I didn’t know what to fucking say. “Um, you want me to cook dinner tonight?” I was about to go to the store to get her steak and lobster. I wonder if my mama can whip up a Crème Br?lée.
She took a sip of the orange juice that she got from the fridge before she responded. “If you want to cook. You don’t have to.”
“Yeah, I kinda do. I have to do something, shit. You want a Birkin or some shit?” She laughed, but I was serious as shit. I’d go right now and get her ass one, cash.
She set her juice bottle on the counter then walked over to me. My baby had to put my dick back in my sweatpants because I was still trying to recover. It wasn’t until she wrapped her arms around my waist that my soul came back to me. Jin’jer was a fucking soul transporter.
She gazed up at me with her beautiful brown globes. “I know something that you can do for me.” Her tone was nervous, leading me to believe that her earlier performance was to soften me up for this. “Can you come with me to Colorado to get a maternity test with Dorian?”
My ears peeked. “A maternity test? Have you talked to him?”
“Yeah, I . . . I reached out to him a little bit ago on Instagram. We’ve talked on the phone a few times,” she told me. I knew he was a minor, so I asked if she needed his mother’s consent to take a maternity test. She nodded. “Yeah, she gave her consent when I talked to her a couple of days ago.”
I smiled then said, “You’ve been busy, huh?” I kissed her forehead. “You know I’ll go with you. I appreciate you for that head, but you don’t have to do that to get something out of me. Well, maybe an expensive ass Birkin, but anything else, nah.”
After we chuckled, I asked her if this was really what she wanted to do. “Yeah, it is. I have to know. He said that he was told that I didn’t want him. Hades, that’s not true. I wanted my baby.”
“I know you did, baby. We’re going to take care of it. Have you already made the appointment?” I asked her.
She nodded before she told me that the appointment was in three days. Welp, it looked like we were going back to Colorado. I prayed she got the answers that she needed to get the peace that she wanted. Something told me that there was going to be some hell before we got to that peace.
We’d been in Colorado for almost a week now.
We got here the day before the test and decided to stay until we got the results.
Dorian and his mother met us at the testing facility.
I had mixed feelings about her. She gave off a I’ll only do it if there’s something in it for me vibe.
Yeah, she seemed to love Dorian, but I wasn’t sure if it was for the right reasons.
My father used some of his connections to have her file pulled.
Dedra Vinson was a foster parent that had a revolving door of foster children from when she took her first one at twenty-seven until she moved to Boston when Dorian was ten.
She made good money with the amount of fosters that she had at one time.
She got a check for each of them, food stamps, and other government assistance.
There was a serious crisis in the foster care system.
Some people took advantage of that fact for their own financial gain.
The question that I wanted to ask was why Dorian. She had multiple children that she could have adopted but never wanted to. From the file, she was asked each time if she wanted to adopt the children that were in her care. She always said no, then one day, she just wanted to suddenly adopt Dorian.
“I just got the email with the results,” Jin’jer said when she came into the living room of our hotel suite. “Dorian and his mom are on their way here. You want to go to the restaurant downstairs?”
Yeah, she knew that I didn’t want them in our suite. Well, not so much Dorian, but his mom legit looked like the type of woman that would set you up to be robbed. “Yeah, let’s go ahead downstairs. I know your ass is hungry.”
She texted Dorian to let him know where to meet us. It took them another fifteen minutes to arrive. When they sat down at the table, Dedra picked up the menu. “This is on y’all, right?” she asked as she thumbed through the menu.
I snickered then told her yeah. I told Dorian to get what he wanted, but he said that he wasn’t hungry.
The waitress came to the table and took our orders.
Dedra went all out with it and ordered a fucking Tomahawk steak.
I knew her arteries were clogged like fuck.
What kind of woman ordered a damn forty-ounce steak just for herself? Ole gargantuan back carnivore.
“Okay, Dorian. I’m going to go ahead and open the results,” Jin’jer said after the waitress dropped off our drinks orders.
Dorian told her okay. I anticipated what the paper would say.
Since we’d seen him the other day, I picked apart his features to compare them to hers.
There were some similarities, but he must have looked more like his father.
Jin’jer stared at her phone for what seemed like forever before she gazed across the table with wet eyes. “According to this, I am your mother.”
Dedra rolled her eyes. “I told you. I have no damn reason to lie.”
“Well, let me ask you this, Dedra. How did you know that she was his mother? You’ve had multiple children in and out of your home. Why was Dorian so different that you chose to adopt him and find his parent?” I asked her with skeptical eyes.