••Ray••
I don't know why this girl is standing in front of me, telling me that this baby is mine. I don't even remember talking to this girl before. I mean, I'm not gon' be mean about it and tell her that it isn't my child automatically. I'm just gonna try to sort this out.
"Excuse me, can you say that again?"
She sighed. "I said, this is your child. Please don't act like you didn't hear me again."
"Oh," I said. "Nahh, it's just that I zoned out real quick."
"Well, you should stop. Because this is important."
"Okay, well can you explain how this is my child? Just tryna make sure, so I can remember when this happened."
"We met in Cleveland, where I'm originally from and where I live. You came to a party that I also attended. We started talking, drinking, and BAM, we had sex. Two weeks later, I called you, but the number didn't work."
My eyes widened at the vague memory. "Wait.... Y/N??"
She smirked. "In the flesh."
I looked down at the three month old. He's a mixture of me and Y/N, and I could say that we made a sexy ass baby. So, what she was saying was actually true. This baby was mine.
"Do yo mom know that you down here?" I was curious.
"She just dropped me off," she said. "And, she told me don't come back."
I put a smile on my face. "Hey, don't worry about yo moms. I got you. You can stay here."
She blushed and walked inside. Now, what I had to ponder on was how I was gonna explain this to my mom that I had a child already.
•°•Billie Jean by Michael Jackson•°•
