“Oh so your daddy is the reason you have rough ass man hands?”
I jumped up from the table and punched him in the arm. Wilde laughed and put me in a bear hug. “I’m playing with you. I’d never let you touch on me with rough hands.” He placed a kiss on my lips, and I sat down at the table.
“What is it that you do exactly? I mean, I know you sell syrup, but is that it?”
Wilde’s shoulders hiked into a shrug. “I do a little of this and a little of that. I don’t sell drugs. Well aside from the cough medicine, but that’s about to stop.” He joined me at the table. “The connect that I have at the pharmaceutical company doesn’t want to take anymore. I might have sold guns here and there. Maybe stolen a car or two,” he stated casually.
I stared at him with raised brows.
“I’m buying a truck today, though. Me and my cousin are going to do a handyman type business. Move furniture, put things together for people, do junk removal, mount televisions, hang pictures, all that good stuff.”
That made me smile. “Congratulations. That’s a big deal. I know you two are going to be successful.”
“That’s the plan. You never know, though. I just don’t want to keep taking penitentiary chances. I don’t want to be broke, either.”
“You’ll do good. I’m sure of it. Have you talked to your baby mama?” I bit a piece of bacon and scooped up some eggs. I wasn’t surprised when Wilde frowned.
“Don’t call her that.”
“That’s what she is. I think you should go talk to her. I know you don’t want a baby but it’s coming. Pregnancy is hard on a woman. At least support her a little bit.”
“You serious right now? That hoe is having a baby to spite me. You want me to support that?”
“Yes I do, because regardless of why she’s having the baby, you helped her to make it and that child will be a part of you. If she’s stressing and unhappy, the baby will feel it. I’m not saying you have to rub her belly and cook for her. At least have some conversations and put a plan in place for when the baby comes. You already told me you’d never do your child dirty. Stop being stubborn and talk to the girl.”
“Mannnn,” he drawled.
“You’re not close with either one of your parents, and you seem to be thriving. But didn’t that affect you just a little? At some point in life, haven’t you ever wished things were different with your parents?”
“I hear you, man.”
“You’re going to go over there?”
“Yeah, and I hope her trifling ass tries to rape me. I’m not even gon’ stop her since you want me to talk to her so bad.”
I shook my head. “You’re way too old to be so childish. If she succeeds in raping you and I find out, you’ll wish you never met me.” I smiled, and he shook his head.
“Fuck did I get myself into?”
“The best situation of your life,” I smiled knowingly.
Iwas irritated beyond belief, but I didn’t protest too much as far as visiting Misha because Wonder was somewhat right. I genuinely felt like I didn’t really have too much business with Misha until the child was born and I could take a DNA test. But there was nothing wrong with keeping up with her and knowing what was going on. Trying to prove a point to her had me acting childish. The fact that I let Wonder call me out on it and I didn’t spazz on her, spoke volumes. Maybe I was growing up. I texted her and asked if I could stop by, and she replied yes. When Misha opened the door, I chuckled inwardly. The way she was looking past me all paranoid like she was expecting someone to jump out of the bushes and beat her up was comical. More than likely, she didn’t trust me, and I really couldn’t blame her.
My gaze shifted downward, and through the fabric of the fitted shirt she wore, I could see a small, round bump. Yeap, shorty was really pregnant. I crossed the threshold of the house and looked around. It looked lived in, but it wasn’t dirty. I might have been adamant about not wanting a child but obviously, itwas coming. And if it was mine, I wasn’t going to have him or her living any kind of way. No nasty houses and no bad neighborhoods.
“When is the last time you went to the doctor?” I asked. Misha’s stomach wasn’t big, but her nose had already started to spread. Her neck was a little darker than it had been the last time I saw her, and she didn’t have on her usual lash extensions nor was she wearing weave. Her natural hair was slicked back into a low bun. I could only assume that pregnancy was kicking her ass.
“Last week. I get my ultrasound done in three weeks that will let the doctors know the gender. I’ve had two ultrasounds so far, but it was too early to tell. I’m going to give the results to my sister. Her and my niece are already planning a gender reveal. Do you want to come?”
I scratched the back of my neck because the hopeful gleam in her eyes made me slightly uncomfortable. I was attempting to do better, but we weren’t about to be hugged up at family functions appearing like a happy couple. “I don’t know. Gender reveals and baby showers aren’t really my thing. I’ll ask my mom and grandmother if they want to come. I’ll be more active as far as doctor’s appointments and shit, but I’m not trying to invest too much money. Not without a paternity test.”
Misha’s bottom lip poked out in a pout. I knew that I had cum inside her at least twice, but I’d still be a fool to claim her child with no questions asked. “It’s cool. I already started buying stuff, and my mom got some stuff. He or she will have everything it needs. I’ve just been missing too much work due to being sick, and my bills are a little behind. But I get it, and it’s not your responsibility to pay my bills.”
If she didn’t want financial help, she never would have revealed to me that her bills were behind. Her bills may not have been my responsibility, but she wanted my help. I didn’t pay for pussy. I didn’t have to. But considering all the times we’d hadsex, whether she was carrying my child or not, it wouldn’t kill me to give her some money. With a sigh, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bank roll. After I counted out $1,000 I extended the bills towards her, and Misha breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you so much, Wilde. I appreciate it.”
It was time to burst her bubble. “Don’t thank me, thank my shorty. I’m a grown man, and I shouldn’t need someone telling me to come check on you, but I was determined to stay away until the baby was born. I’m in a relationship, though, and my girl urged me to come check on you. She said you needed the support. That’s the kind of woman I’m dealing with. A grown one. A. mature one with shit to lose. She’s never done a thing to you, so there won’t be baby mama drama. Them lil’ childish games that females like to play. There won’t be any of it. You got that?” My tone and glare were intimidating because I wanted to be sure she got the message.
