Bitter Baby Mama

Epilogue

Two weeks later

Houston

Holding Dallas' hand as we walked towards his mother's white casket. I can't lie and say I wasn't happy that she would no longer be a pain in my ass.

Melinda, the nurse that came and told us that Kori was dead had called me and Devlyn earlier to tell me to get tested. She was Devlyn's best friend and felt she couldn't hold this in. When I got to the hospital she made sure that no one came to Kori's room while I was there. She needed to pay for the hell she has brought to me.

I had second thoughts until she told me that Dallas was not my son. With her dead no one will ever know.

"The Lord is my Shepheard I shall not want." The Pastor started saying as we were walking towards the front of the church.

Once we got to the front and looked at her body we sat down for the service. I knew I had to be there for Dallas and it did hurt to see him crying over his mom.

"Do you need anything baby?" Devlyn asked me holding my hand.

I shook my hand no and kissed hers. I was glad that we were able to make up. I missed her, and she has been a big help to Dallas. He was happy to be living with us. Yes, she and the boys moved in with us and I couldn't tell you how much them having all under one roof made me feel.

Devlyn decided to quit her job and start her own decorating business which I must add is doing great.

The preacher got up and asked if there was anyone who wanted to say anything about Kori. I knew I wasn't going to say anything.

Hearing all those people saying them lies that she was a good person and blah blah. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at all these lies. Once the service was over and they closed the casket, I smiled knowing that the secret was going to die right along with that bitter bitch. Rest in hell you bitter bitch.

After the funeral, we left and went to the cemetery to say the last rites and finally put this bitch in the ground. I looked over and saw a man standing there with tears rolling down his face. I really took his features in and saw he looked just like Dallas.

I told Delvyn that to take Dallas to the car and I would be right over there. I decided to have a chat with him.

"What's up Tony." I said, and he jumped.

"Hey um hey cousin. What are you doing here?" He had the nerve to ask me.

"Well for starters this is my ex-wife, the mother of my son's, funeral. My question to you is what the fuck are you doing here? I mean, why would you be standing here over this casket crying and shit fam?" I said already knowing the answer.

"Yo fam." He said and tried to reach over to me. I gave him a look and he stopped.

"Look here. I kinda figured what you want to say but I don't want to hear that shit. This bitch is dead and so is this conversation. Stay the fuck away from me and my son or you will end up just like this bitch. Fuck what you think or heard or wonder. You might not want to tempt me FAM." I said and walked back to where Devlyn and Dallas was.

Yep, you guessed it. The man that I found out was fucking my ex-wife was none other than my so-called first cousin Tony Woodson. My fucking blood.

Grabbing ahold of Dallas's and Dev's hand, "Come on family. Let's go home." I said, and we walked out the church.

No matter what that bitch say, Dallas Monroe Woodson was and will always be my son and no one can tell me otherwise.