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"Sorry I'm late."
I sat trying to conceal my facial expressions as Sybil greeted Heather.
It had been 4 days since she popped up at my door claiming she was carrying my kid. And at this point, all a nigga wanted was answers.
"Sire." Sybil nudged my arm. I sat back into the booth and looked at Heather.
"Hi."
She sighed and placed her hands on the table.
"We don't have to make this a drawn out thing okay? Ima start by apologizing, I shouldn't have popped up at your apartment like that but you did block my number." I rolled my eyes as she looked at Sybil. "And I know it's not what we here to talk about but I'm sorry for the shit I was DM'ing you."
I snapped my head at Sybil.
"You wanna explain that?"
She waved her hand at me, not giving me a response.
"I was being petty. That's all." Heather spoke.
"You were 2 seconds from getting yo ass beat, but I stayed calm." Sybil mumbled.
Wow, nobody tells me anything.
Heather continued. "Whatever. I'll be two months next Monday, so—"
"That kid ain't mine. Like I told you." I said smartly.
Sybil slapped my arm and I looked at her.
"What?"
"Calm the fuck down."
I sucked my teeth, leaning back into my previous spot.
"No, it's not yours. You don't have to be such a dick."
"I got every right to feel what I feel, you shouldn't have come saying niggas was fathers when you wasn't a 100% sure."
"I wanted it to be yours."
"Why? I ain't a good person. Ain't no role model for a kid."
"I wanted it to be yours cuz I didn't want it to be PK's."
Sybil looked at me with a surprised expression.
I nodded to myself.
"Ima knock his teeth out."
Getting up from the booth, I could hear Sybil tryna scramble after me. Both of us leaving Heather at the table.
