“You weren’t joking. You do know this baby shit. Lisara wasn’t playing with you, huh?” She smiled. “Nah, she wasn’t.” I reversed. “But I fucked with it though. It felt good having a real mother and shit,” I said, hoping she didn’t pry any further because a nigga had definitely said too much. “Oh right,” she replied, letting me know she knew the gist of my situation.
