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Jahir Brown 10:22 am
"Nigga you still didn't lock your door." I said entering Terrance's crib with Amir behind me.
"Finally, what took y'all so long?" He said from the living room.
Terrance paced the floor infront of the coffee table which happened to have a baby in a car seat on it.
"Doesn't matter, what's going on?" I asked. He handed me a piece of paper in response.
Dear Terrance Frederick,
On April 17 my daughter Iyanna Keys had a baby girl, Erin Kalesse Keys. During her pregnancy she always said you were the father but felt like you weren't ready to be a father. I know it was selfish of her but I believed she would eventually let you know. I'm honestly not 100% sure if you are but I'm hoping you are because of the circumstances. I wouldn't do this if I had any other choice but I can't take care of Erin anymore. Iyanna died after she gave birth and I'm dying, Stage 3 Pancreatic cancer. With no family and no support you're Erin's only hope or she'll be put into the system. I wish it didn't have to be this way but hopefully this is a blessing in disguise for you.
Sincerely, Granny Lyn
"You fucked YaYa? When the hell..." I said putting the note back on the table.
"Yeah like last year on some one night stand shit." Terrance said rubbing his hand down his face.
"What type of white people movie shit is that?" Amir said.
"What am I supposed to do with a fucking baby? I don't even know if this is my baby." Terrance said still pacing.
I put the note down on the table before looking at Erin. I watched her eyes followed Terrance as he paced back and forth.
"I ain't gon lie she do look like you." I said and Amir agreed.
"Shut up Breezy. Looks don't mean shit." Terrance said.
"Has she cried or anything?" Amir asked.
"No barely made a sound all it does is make weird ass sounds." Terrance said.
