Page 554 of K.I.N.: Karma Is Near
Cute as fuck.
Looked more like his daddy every day, which irritated me sometimes.
Not because I didn’t want him looking like Xay.
Just because there were mornings I’d look down at my son and see that nigga staring right back at me.
Four months.
Xay had been dead four fucking months.
Sometimes that shit still didn’t feel real.
And my family?
Whew.
Them motherfuckers was still mad at my ass.
Uncle Tim and Aunt Amanda had made their disappointment crystal fucking clear.
Especially Aunt Amanda.
That was her daughter.
Her daughter’s husband.
And here I was, her niece, fucking him for damn near three years and carrying his baby right underneath everybody’s nose.
I couldn’t even be mad at her.
Shit, I would’ve been mad at me too.
They even called my fucking daddy.
Reginald.
A nigga I barely talked to.
When my phone rang and I saw his name, I almost didn’t answer.
Should’ve followed my first mind.
“Have you lost your fucking mind, Heather?”
I pulled the phone away from my ear.
“Hello to you too.”
“Don’t hello me. Your aunt just called me and told me you been sleeping with Samantha’s husband for years?”
“Daddy—”
“And had a baby by this nigga? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Click.
I hung that shit right up.
