Poetic Justice

15

Laila

"Man, what if she ain't mine?" Kilo said, he stared at the nurse swabbing Clare's mouth.

Clare hasn't said anything to me since i told him. That was a couple hours ago. But, he was hoarding Chloe to himself. Kilo couldn't look at her for too long. Clarence would literally growl.

"Its going to be 2 weeks until the results come back. Don't stress about it. Enjoy your baby." The nurse say, she put the q-tip in a bag and leave the room. Kilo stands and leave also. He didn't want to be around Clare he was ready to kick his ass.

"Im sorry, but she looks like you. I bet she's yours." I mumbled looking at him feeding her. I never seen him look so soft and gentle. My heart melted and I for sure wanted Chloe to be his child. Clare stood, he lean down handing me her empty bottle. He softly pat her back trying to burp her.

"What you should do is lay her head on her chest and softly pat her back. Be careful and pat softly baby." I suggested which caused him to follow my instructions, and instantly she burped.

"Look. If she ain't mine im still raising her. Im too attached. I wanna give this little girl the world. So lets cancel the results." He said shakily. I could tell he didn't want to be hurt and it broke my heart.

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Two weeks later, the results came. But, Clarence hid the envelope from my knowledge. Chloe slept in my arms. Her snores were light. I leaned down.. I made sure to place kisses all over her head.

"You're so adorable. Im so glad i made you baby. You look just like your papa." I whispered, admiring my child.

Isis walked in and leaned over my shoulder. A chuckle escaped her mouth. "She looks like my brother, but is she my niece?" Her usual bitchy remark made me want to bash her head in. But, she was my future sister in law.. I couldn't.

"Call yo man and ask him where he's at." She whined, she sat beside me and cross her legs. I grabbed my phone off the coffee table and facetimed him. Once again, the light skin girl appeared.

"Im sorry hes out with his son.."

Son? The hell