Everybody has chores to do around the house but not everyone does them. Staring at the trash in annoyance, I made a note in my head to get on Travis' ass. Before tying up the bag, I seen an envelope under scraps of garbage and in curiosity I looked at it. The sticker was ripped off but papers were still in there, I sat it down on the counter to look at it later.
When I was done washing the dishes, I remembered the envelope and went into the room to open it. I knew it couldn't be for Travis because that nigga don't have any business and I haven't had anything going on so it must be for Woody. Why is the sticker off though? Pulling out the paper, my heart dropped when I read the first paragraph.
"Oh my god."
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"I'M HOME, MY BEAUTIFUL FAMILY!" I didn't answer as I was twirling the knife in my hand. He wanna question my loyalty for him? I got his ass.
"Y/n? Travis? Anybody here?" I cut on the lamp and smirked at his surprised face. "Hey, why you didn't answer?" He pecked my cheek while I glared at him. Woody glanced at the knife and slowly backed up as I stood up and got closer. He backed up until the couch made him fall back on it. "Y-y/n what's wrong?" I chuckled as I tried blinking back tears. I looked up and sighed, "Give me a reason on why I shouldn't kill your dumb ass right now." I said lowly as my focus went back to him. He kept moving back, almost falling off the couch, "The kids, w-what about our kids? Y/N, baby what the FUCK?!" He yelled when I stabbed the pillow next to him. He should've known to not pull that dumb ass shit, knowing my ass is crazy!
"What is wrong with you?!"
"Oh!What, you mean our three kids?" Woody raised an eyebrow "We have four, y/n-" "No, I have four kids. Since you wanna, ya know, question if one is yours..." His breathing stopped and by the look on his face, he knew that he was going to regret his decision.
"I-I just thought-" He took a breath then clenched and unclenched his fist. "Cameron doesn't look anything like me." I rolled my eyes, "What the nose? The eyes?" "The skin-" "HIS SKIN COLOR?!" I started laughing and looking around. This man is not standing right here and telling me, he got a DNA test on my baby because of his skin. "I'm dark, Travis dark, Eden dark, Mila dark! But Cameron-" "Is a couple of months, of course he's gonna be light! Don't forget genetics, my dad has a light complexion and Jamila didn't get her dark complexion until she was three, but I'm guessing you were questioning her too, huh? Luke son is light skin and he never had a doubt about if that boy was his. But since it's your own son, it got your black ass questioning my loyalty?"
Woody rubbed his face, "I'm sorry, aight? It was something I was wondering and-" "You decided to go out and make me seem unfaithful instead of talking to me about it?" I honestly didn't know what to do. Should I stay mad? Kill him like I said I would or just let it go? "I married a dumb ass. Not all kids have to look like the parents, Edward!" I reached for the knife but Woody quickly got it, "Are you still mad?" I shrugged "Disappointed and hurt is all. So stop shaking like a little bitch." He sighed as I went to get the keys. "Where you're going?"
"To go get the son you tested."
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This may be a weird scenario but this happened to me and my mom. Some men are out there doing this for real, but not all your kids have to look exactly like you or have your skin tone.
