A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! (Part 3)

Chapter 4 (Tiffany)

I laid in the hospital bed holding my bundle

of joy. He was 7 pounds 8 ounces and 19 inches

long. I named him Anthony with his fathers

last name out of respect. I shouldn't have

though.

    He ran off and got married to another bitch

and left me out in the cold. He begged me to

get an abortion and I'm so glad I didn't.

Instead of using the abortion money to kill our

precious son. I took the money and bought a

crib, a swing, a car seat, stroller, diapers and

tons of baby clothes. It wasn't gonna hurt him.

He had more money where that came from.

Finally after 24 hours he showed up to see

his son. He walked in the room with a blank

look. He looked stressed and I knew him like

the back of my hand so he couldn't hide it.

"Thank you for coming." I said trying to be

respectful as possible.

First step to getting my baby daddy back was

to act like I had some sense. I'd be lying if I

said I didn't want him back. And I wasn't the

one who owed Tierra any loyalty. Besides, he

was mine first!

My mother sat in a chair next to the big

window with her arms folded. She couldn't

stand Antwan. She never liked him from the

start and didn't pretend to. "Where were you!"

She fussed at him. "Mama it's alright. I can

handle it and please don't wake the baby." I

stated. She gave Antwan a harsh mug before

grabbing her sweater and making an exit.

    "Where were you?" I repeated my mother's

question as calm as possible. "Out on

business." He said keeping it short. He stood at

the side of the bed just starring at Anthony. It

became an awkward moment. "He has hazel

eyes just like you." I said. He didn't respond he

just stood there speechless. "Do you want to

hold your son?" I asked before handing the

baby to him. He looked like he never held a

baby before with his arms cradled in a funny

position around Anthony.

    He continued to stare at the baby, but by

now he was checking out his features. He

looked at his hands and rubbed on his soft

curly hair. It was a sight to see.

    "Are you gonna tell your wife?" I asked

hesitantly, but I needed to know. "I mean

where do we go from here?" I questioned. He

looked me in the face. "I gonna tell my wife,

but I'm not ready to tell her. I'm still adjusting

to this shit myself." He confessed. Then he

handed the baby back to me before a sigh

escaped his lips. "I need a DNA test." He

stated. "A DNA test?!?! A DNA test for what?!?!

You know this baby is yours!" I shot back mad

as hell. "I just need a test alright. I'll have my

lawyer hit you up when I can." He said before

leaving me and Anthony once again.

    This time I cried harder than the first time he

left. This time I was distraught. I mean how

could he do me this way? Even after I gave

birth to the son he always wanted?