Trey
"Kenna! I swear to Jesus Christ. If you turn your location off one more time,I'm going to steal your granny lace front and her favorite church suit and embarrass the shit out of you! Call me back now!"
I shouted in my phone on my wife's voicemail. Then hung up the phone.
She has 2.5 seconds to call me back before I show my white ass. She has been purposely turning her location off every time she goes to a new location. This is her first night out with the girls since she gave birth to our twin girls and to say I'm a nervous wreck in an understatement.
Her friends picked her up three hours ago and they had decided they were going to go bar hopping.
I fully trust my wife one thousand percent, it's the men I don't trust. I will seriously sit down and run death row behind my wife and kids. I don't play that shit when it comes to my girls.
"Man you better not steal my granny wig or suit. Your white ass know better than that, she would beat the holy hell outta you with her bible then pray over you with her holy oil because she would sear up and down that your possessed by demon. Because that's the only thing that would make sense to cause you to steal her wig and suit"
My best friend James and brother in law said as he sat down on the couch next to me.
I didn't say anything back because he was totally right. Granny would beat my white ass then pray over me after she was done.
"Your sister, my wife is pissing me off on purpose"
I said to James and my phone buzzed and a text came through from my wife.
Loveofmylife: I'm trying to get you to rearrange my lace front 😈🤤🫦👅🍆
I rolled my eyes at her text and laughed.
She is playing a dangerous game and I dig it.
"Man stop thinking about my sister coochie and pick up the controller and play game!"
James shouted at me as he threw a pillow at my head.
I tossed them pillow back at him then picked up the Xbox controller and just as we were about to start a round on call of duty there was a knock at my door.
I put the controller on the coffee table and went to the front door and opened the door. Standing in front of me was Sandra my high school girlfriend with a little boy who looked no more than nine years old. My heart fell into my ass when he look at me, he looked like the spitting age of me when I was that age.
How in the fuck am I going to explain this to my wife.
Three months later....
"But dad you promised!"
My son Trey Jr whined about a game he wanted me to buy, as we pulled up to my parents house.
When Sandra showed up at my door three months I knew Trey Jr was my son, but I still had a DNA test done. The test confirmed what I already knew, Trey Jr was my son.
Sandra offered me a wack ass reason why she didn't tell me I had a son, and it pissed me the fuck off.
When we graduated high school we broke up.
I broke up with her because I knew she wasn't the woman I would spend the rest of my life with. There was never a spark with me and her, I never even told her I loved her.
She told me that she kept my son from me because she knew I didn't love her, and wouldn't make her my wife.
Even her family knew about Trey and never said anything to mine.
