Chapter 3
THREE
His limbs were numb as he stood there, trying to process what she just said to him. A son? He couldn’t have heard that correctly. He stared at her, waiting for her to say something… preferably something different than what he thought he’d just heard.
Just when he was about to ask her to repeat herself again, she obliged his request.
“I said we have a son.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes watered as she looked everywhere but at his face.
He blinked slowly at her before running a hand down his face before he shook his head.
“Nah, ma. You gotta be thinking of someone else. Ain’t no way I got a son. We…”
He was about to say they strapped up, but the memory of her tight, wet pussy wrapped around his raw dick flashed in his memory, and it felt like his blood ran cold. Still, he grasped at straws as he looked at her.
“Look, congrats on having a baby, but I don’t have a son, ma. You could have gotten pregnant by anyone. You told me you were on the pill, remember?”
He watched as her head reared back as if his words slapped her right in the face. She shook her head, and her saddened expression turned fierce within an instant. She took a step closer to him, poking him in his chest.
“I’m going to try real hard to sympathize with you right now, Wallis, but you need to respect me.
You don’t know me. I understand that, but one thing you need to understand right here in this moment and then for the rest of your life is that I am not a hoe.
I know we had a one night stand, which was completely unlike me, I promise you, but it doesn’t mean my child could be any nigga’s on the street.
Wallis Junior is yours. Yes, I was on the pill, but that shit isn’t 100 percent.
You should know that at your big ass age. ”
Biggie stood there stunned. Not only was he slightly turned on because nobody was ever bold enough to step to him like that, but he was shocked to hear that she had named her son after him.
“Wallis Junior?”
Her eyes softened as she shifted them to the ground again, the fight seeming to leave her. She nodded and whispered, “Yeah. He has my last name because it was just easier that way since I didn’t know if I would ever see you again, but he has your first name.”
Biggie grabbed at the back of his neck, still shaking his head as his brain tried to compute what was happening at the moment.
“I don’t know, Tuesday… I just came here to check up on you and maybe get my dick wet again. I didn’t expect all this.”
She looked offended as she scoffed and folded her arms over her breasts.
“I understand this is a lot to take in, but I would really appreciate it if you would agree to a DNA test. My son deserves to know his father, and once you get confirmation that he’s yours, I really hope you do the right thing.
Oh, and don’t ever come to me thinking you’ll be able to get your dick wet again. ”
He chuckled at that last part. Nothing about this was funny, but he had never had a woman reject him like that.
Tuesday was completely different from the last time he saw her, yet she was still so beautiful.
And trying to put a baby on you, nigga! he thought before clearing his lustful thoughts and focusing on the news he just got.
“I’ll go to the nearest clinic and get that shit done,” he said, his confidence coming back because in his mind there was no way he had a son out in this world he didn’t know about.
She shrugged.
“Great. Just let me know where so I can drop Wallis’s sample off.”
She was so confident, and that made him wonder if she was for real. She seemed so certain that the baby was his.
Can’t be. His mind kept rejecting the thought.
After a few moments of them staring each other down, she looked bashful again and hesitated like she was going to say something.
“Speak up,” Biggie urged her.
She looked surprised that he picked up on the fact that she wanted to say something. He noticed everything though. It was his job. He made it a point to read people’s body language and peep everything going on around him.
She blew a breath out.
“Do you want to meet him?”
Biggie was stunned to silence.
Finally, he asked, “Like, right now?”
She nodded.
“He’s in the truck with Winter and my mom.”
He wasn’t expecting that, but he had to admit that he was a bit curious. If the lil’ nigga didn’t look like him, then he wouldn’t even waste his time going to a clinic.
He nodded.
“Yeah, go get him.”
Biggie watched as Tuesday walked away and toward her truck, trying not to get too distracted by her ass in her skinny jeans. She knew she was fine as hell, and she had gotten even thicker since having her son.
“Fine ass,” he mumbled. “Shame she wants to try to stick a baby on me.”
He knew he would never sample her pussy again if he found out she was lying. People died for doing less to him.
A moment later, she emerged from the truck, but this time, she had a little human in her arms and a smile on her face.
Wallis had on a plain T-shirt, jeans and Jordan’s.
Biggie saw fresh tears in her eyes, and once again, her reaction to the situation made him believe that she was telling the truth.
What sealed the deal for him was the miniature version of him smiling at him and reaching out for him.
Tuesday even looked surprised by that.
“He’s normally really shy around strangers.”
Without even thinking about it Biggie reached toward Wallis and grabbed him from Tuesday’s arms, never taking his eyes off the little boy.
It was like a mirror looked back at him.
The most predominant thought he had was, if only Mama could see this.
Tears flooded his eyes, but he blinked them back as Wallis girled his neck and hugged him.
“You know who that is, lil’ man?” Tuesday choked out, wiping her tears.
Wallis pulled back and put his little hands on Biggie’s cheeks.
“Daddy.”
The one word seemed to shatter something within Biggie, and he quickly gave the boy another squeeze before handing him back to Tuesday and pulling out his phone.
“Give me your number. I’m going to hit you up tomorrow morning. I just…I need a minute.”
Tuesday nodded in understanding; her eyes filled with compassion. She knew as well as he did, now, that Wallis was for sure his son. Unless he had a twin walking around that he didn’t know about that Tuesday fucked, then Biggie had a damn son.
She rattled off her phone number before Demo poked his head around the truck and held up two big ass bags of food.
“I got the goods, my nigga. I…Whoa! That lil’ nigga looks just like…” Realization dawned on his face. “Oh, shit.”
Biggie brushed by Tuesday and called over his shoulder, “Answer when I call.”
He didn’t wait for a response as he walked past Demo and back toward the car.
Once they got in, Demo put the food in the backseat, reading the room and realizing Biggie was no longer hungry.
He was too nosy to be hungry at the moment, so he pulled away from the busy food truck and glanced at Biggie.
“You want to tell me what just happened?”
“Shorty claimed that’s my son.”
Silence stretched between them before Demo said, “No offense, Big, but I don’t think she has to claim anything. That’s your son, nigga. Looks just like you. Should I say congrats, or?”
Biggie shook his head.
“Nigga, just shut up and take me home.”
Demo clamped his mouth shut and turned on some rap music, allowing Biggie to get lost in his head as he looked out at the scenery, completely consumed with coping with the fact that he was a father.