Everybody had gone home except Chris and Phillip. We sat in silence as I admired my handsome baby boy. I knew he would pull all the ladies. I knew he would be something in his life and for Chris to want a DNA test is crazy. Even if it wasn't my baby I would want to be apart of his life.
I was hoping and praying that Kemani was Not Chris's son. I took a picture of Kemani and put it on Instagram. The nurse walked in and handed Chris and I a piece of paper. I looked at the paper then at Chris. He got up looked at me then walked out. "What did it say" Phillip asked. " That Chris is the father" I said as I picked up Kemani. A nurse walked in and handed me a piece of paper. I read the piece of paper and saw red. I put Kemani back down and put the paper in my purse. I grabbed my notebook and started writing. "You okay baby" Phillip asked. "He signed over his rights to be Kemani's father" I said. "So why you mad if you didn't want him to be the father" he asked. "He wasted my time and money. Why would he put me through all this just to throw it in my face? He is so lucky I'm in the hospital. Kemani is going to grow up and be something and he is going to regret this" I said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been two weeks since I had Kemani and haven't seen Chris or D. I laid out on my bed with Kemani beside me. Phillip put the last box on the truck. So Phillip has a lot of money. We are moving to Texas. We found this house with 7 bedrooms 8.5 baths a theatre a playground a play room a office and a 4 car garage. Everyone was so excited.
I looked at Kemani to see him sleep. I got up and packed my snacks. I grabbed my bag and put it in the taxi. I put Kemani in his car seat and put it in the taxi. The man who was driving the truck pulled off and we got in the taxi. We drove to pick up the kids then to the airport. We got on Phillip's private jet. I sat by Phillip and Kemani. Beau and Heaven sat facing us. Ella and Beau sat across the isle.
The kids soon fell asleep and it was just me and Phillip. "So tell me how you got so rich" I said. "My real father was a NFL player and my real mother was a WNBA player. I got some of their money and I'm a doctor. My real mom and dad died when I was 15 and my mom now adopted me. I was still able to keep all the money when I turned 18" he said. "Oh I'm sorry to hear that" I said. "It's okay while my dad was still alive he told me if I get rich wait till I find the right girl to go big with" he said smiling at me.
