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Thursday, 16th February
The air conditioner was no match for the stench of weed that filled the car. Normally I wouldn't bring any edibles or smokables into my car but today I wasn't alone and I didn't have a choice. Anyone who knew Vincent knew that he didn't go a day without puffing something. But that was the least of my worries at the moment.
“So…” He trailed, smoke escaping his slightly parted lips and nostrils. “You knack this girl once and she just carry belle.” He wasn't asking.
I sighed, my hands on the steering wheel and my eyes on the road. “Not once,” I growled. I was most likely repeating myself for the hundredth time.
“Oh, so she was your babe.”
“No…”
“Then friends with benefits?”
“We weren't really friends—”
“Fuck buddy?”
I simply sighed. I didn't even want to point out the fact that I felt friends with benefits and fuck buddies were the same thing. Vincent wouldn't stop talking if I kept engaging him in conversation.
After meeting up with my sister, I'd gone home and told Vincent everything she'd told me. At first he rolled over in laughter, thinking I was joking. I wished it was all a joke. I had even thought of the possibility that this was one elaborate scheme Joy put together to make me come home to see our mother but that didn't make sense unless they were holding Dami hostage.
I spent the entire night trying to understand how I could have a child. It just didn't make sense. I mean, yes, there were times we didn't use condoms, so that part checks out. The part that didn't make sense was being a nineteen year old father. I was still a child myself, I wasn't ready to be anybody's daddy.
Vincent looked up from his iPhone. “We never reach?”
“Guy, abeg, just…” I breathed out, stopping myself from telling him to shut up. “You're the one who insisted on following me so just exercise patience.”
“I insisted on following you because there's no way you'll find your baby mama alone.”
“Baby wha—”
“I wish Tej was here,” he cut me off. “The guy would've known what to do.”
I was starting to think Vincent took the slightest opportunity to bring up Tej and it didn't sit well with me. But he wasn't wrong. Tej would've known exactly what to do and how to go about this.
“I know what I'm doing,” I mumbled, trying to convince myself that was true.
I had no choice but to know what I was doing. I didn't have all the time in the world to find Dami and…my daughter. I wasn't sure if I was curious or if I felt it was the right thing to do but I knew I just had to see this girl at least once.
