Tiffany POV
"So did you pick up the phone?" Kwan ask through the crying from the baby.
"I mean no, was I supposed to? He haven't try to get in touch with me since the last time so why should I talk to him now." I said holding the phone between my shoulder and ear folding up the baby's clothes.
"Maybe because that's your son's father. Tiffany don't be that petty mother that you know you're not. If he wants to start stepping in let him. You have no choice but to, that is his son and he should know who his real father is. Not some play daddy."
"But he left Kwan. He doesn't get to leave and come back when he's ready. I'm not going to be with him just because he shows up at my front door step."
"Who says you have to be with him? I ain't say shit about that. Just don't be that ignorant baby mother who won't let her baby's father see his child when he wants to."
I sighed. "Well what about Michael? What about how he feels?"
"Tiffany do you hear yourself ? I mean do you realize who you're talking to? I could give two fuck about that guy, he's not the father of that baby and since when do he call the shots around there. You need to get your shit together and start thinking straight because ever since you been with that dude its like he's been brain washing you or something."
"What are you talking about? No one is brain washing anyone."
"So you haven't been acting funny since you've been with him?"
"No." My voice got louder.
"Alright so I guess it's just me."
"Kwan, what's the problem?" I started to get upset. If I out of all people was starting to act funny I would have noticed.
"I don't know you tell me."
"How am I acting funny towards you."
I heard her blew out air. "Honestly. I don't like you with this kid Michael. It seems like he just jumped in because you were going through something at the time and was vulnerable. If it was up to me I would rather have you and Andre back rather than some new guy trying to step in."
"Well Andre left me and Michael was there."
"So you're saying that he's just a rebound and if Dre would have never left you would have been with him right now?"
"No he's not a rebound. We genuinely have feelings for each other." I defended myself.
"So when are you going to tell the guy that you love him back? Because it seems like to me you're just using him to convince yourself and that when Dre comes back that you moved on and that you don't need him." She half yelled.
I was to angry to even respond back. Who was she to tell me what I needed to do and what I don't. I knew how to think and do for myself and I didn't need anyone to do that for me.
"Bye Kwan."
"Tiff-" I hung up on her before she could stop me.
Did this mean that I was gonna stop talking to her forever, no. I just couldn't take what she was saying to me and I couldn't stand that half the stuff she said was true.
"Hey you okay?" Brooke asked putting her cup in the sink.
"Yeah. I-I'm fine." I said over a whisper with a croak in my throat. My eyes started to water and I knew I was going to start crying.
"What's wrong?" She rushed to me.
"Nothing. I'm just really upset right now. I'm mad as hell." I threw my fist down on the table.
