Pretty Brown Affair

Chapter 9- Is the Father Him or Me!?

     
     This week after taking the DNA test has been pretty awkward, mostly between me and Lunie. I try to make some type of mends with him, but he keeps saying the same thing, "The only time I want to hear from you is when those result come in, other than that, don't talk to me and leave me the Hell alone!" It does hurt that he doesn't want to even look at me, let along talk to me! As my son goes, he and Lunie is still close, and funny but, he actually spends lots of time with Stoke. He takes LJ places and they spend the day with each other and LJ has even giving him a song he wrote from his song journal he carries around with him. Don't ask what Stoke's gonna do with it, who knows. Today, the result is supposed to arrive, frankly, I hope they don't!

     I woke up, along again, with nothing but full blown worries about what the results of the test is gonna say and what Lun'elle has in plan for each other. I went to take a shower, while in the shower, I reminisced about the time that I went to Minneapolis in '95, which is the reason for me being in the situation I'm in right now.

July 8,1995

     At the time, Lunie had a partner by the name of Wanita  SinClair, who use to call him almost all the damn time, she would come over to the apartment we had in Mesa, since his company moved him to the Mesa location, which meant new co-workers. There's was one time when I came home from school and heard laughing noises, I walked in and saw them two laughing at the kitchen table with some architect papers and stuff. She and Lunie to me were too close for a co working partnership, so, in revenge, I went to Minneapolis to be with Stokley, who didn't know about my situation with Wanita.

     I left Mesa not telling Lunie "bye" in person, but in a note, I arrived at Stoke's crib at 1:00pm by taxi. I went up to the and knocked, waited for about 10 second till I saw my sexy Nubian secret answer the door in surprise. "Jennifer!? What you doing here?", Stoke asked me wearing and plain black short sleeved shirt with orange and blue trimmed baggy pants and his dreads hanging free. I said looking stressed and a little sad, "I'm sorry Stoke, I know I should've called but, I really need someone to talk to." He took me by my hand and closed the door behind me, the house was smelling like those cinnamon and vanilla incense he use to burn sometime, obviously he sensed something was wrong cause he took me in his living room and we sat on the couch. BET was on and he lowered the volume and asked me, "Alright babe, what's wrong?" I looked into his eyes and said, "I know this is stupid but, I'm positive that Lun'elle's cheating on me." He set back and replied, "How? "Well, it's this girl named Wanita SinClair who works with him, they're partners for some "project" for there job. She'll sometimes be in our apartment while I'm in school, she loves to come over for no damn reason, and I've heard him go to the living room just to talk to her late in the night. My friend Casey who works there also told me that they love sending time with each other! Stoke, I'm so done with his lying ass!", I said holding my face in my hand in anger.

     "Jen, I know that hurts you but, aren't we doing the same thing, just that we've taking it to home base and beyond?" Stoke asked looking at me. I looked at him, "But, he doesn't know I contact you or that I love coming to Minnesota to spend time with you. This bitch was in my house, and if I ask him about her he'll say there's nothing going on between them, just fucking work, like I'm a dummy!" Stoke moved close to me and took one of my hands and kissed saying, "So, you positive that he's Wanita's  play thang?" I replied, "100 percent. Even my friend at their jobs told me the 411. I'm leaving him once I go back to Arizona, and I'll officially give you my full attention and I won't leave you alone anymore, I promised." His right eyebrows rose up and he looked at me like "Really?" saying, "Oh yeah?" I kissed him passionately, "Does that answers it baby?" He laughs and replied, "That'll do." We both laughed and started back kissing, until I broke the kiss saying, "Now, I know you gon give me some of that "flavor", looking all good with that black shirt and those orange and blue pants, with them dreads looking like my Rastafarian fantasy!" I played with his hair as he laughed, "Come here." We continued kissing, and all of a sudden, our clothes were off and my back was on the couch still lip locked.