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I walked into the visitation room and sat down on designated spot waiting on Dre to come out from the back.
"Whatchu come here for?" He automatically said sitting down across from me
"Hello to you sir"
"You heard what I said, why you come?"
"De'Andre why you acting like an ass?"
"Because why the fuck would tell my mama that I gotta baby with yo dumb ass"
"Why is that when it come to me and "our" child it's a secret!?"
"Our?"
"Yes our"
"I ain't got no baby with yo ass" he said nonchalantly
"De'Andre so we finna do this fr"
"Do what? Every time I fucked you I was wrapped up"
"Ok so you wanna play wimme right"
"It ain't nothing to play about. Me and you, don't have a baby. Ok?" He leaned in closer to me
I wanted to cry so bad but I ain't want him to know that I was hurt. Before Dre went to jail we spent every night together. He came home to me, him right here denying my baby is just painful
I stared at him silence
"Ok Dre you have a nice time back there. I hope somebody play in yo booty hole and suck yo toes while you sleep tonight." I said getting up walking to the entrance and asking the guards to lead me down stairs
I drove to my mama house and sat down on her couch
"So how was the visit?"
"It was horrible"
She looked at me shocked "what happen?"
"He's in denial. He basically acting like we ain't lay in the bed together and make a baby"
"I told you about that boy when you brought him over"
I mugged her "mama I ain't tryna hear that now"
"I'm just saying baby. I would think my daughter would know better especially since her mama went through the same thing with her daddy"
"Mama he was just different"
"That's how they all is. You should know better that man have what 3 kids and two baby mamas."
"Now four kids and three baby mamas"
"Miracle all I'm saying is that I raised you better, you have a college education, everything that his other baby mamas don't have. Why him?"
