Page 2 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Then say something nigga!”

He grabbed my wrists. “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” I tried to kick him again but he stepped back just in time. “You lucky I missed.”

“You done lost your mind.”

“Nigga I’m insane right now. This bitch come in here talking about she bringing gifts for y’all twins what fucking twins. If you got this bitch pregnant I swear to God I’ll be at the damn court house in the morning filing for divorce.” I yelled.

Behind us, Kim was getting up, looking crazy as hell, hair all over the place, lash hanging, dress twisted. I pointed at her. “Look at her. Look at this shit.”

Kim pulled away from Deuce’s cousin. “I’m crazy?”

“Hell yeah you crazy! This man sitting up here denying you in public and you in here talking about your pregnant by my fucking husband.” I yelled while trying to get a hold of her ass again.

“You sure?” Kim smirked.

“You came to somebody else’s baby shower uninvited, what does that sound like?”

She opened her mouth, but I stepped toward her again.

Deuce grabbed me. “Stop.”

“Let me go.” I let him know.

“No.”

“I’m not done.” I said.

Grandma Lorraine pushed through the crowd with her cane in her hand. “Enough!” She yelled. Everybody froze and she pointed at me. “You get yourself together.” Then she pointed at Kim. “And you.” Kim blinked. “You come in here dressed like a funeral hoe starting mess at my grandbaby shower, get out.”

I almost forgot I was mad. Funeral hoe? Somebody laughed behind me and tried to choke it down.

Grandma snapped around. “Ain’t shit funny.” That made it worse and Kim looked embarrassed now.

“I came here because…” She tried to get out.

“I don’t care why you came.” Grandma Lorraine yelled.

“But…”Kim pleaded.

“Keisha.” Grandma Lorraine replied. Auntie Keisha stepped up quickly. “What?” She smirked.

“Get her out.” Grandma Lorraine demanded.

“With pleasure.” Keisha let her know while walking towards Kim.

Kim backed up. “Don’t touch me.”

Keisha looked her up and down. “I’m trying not to.”

“Keisha, leave her alone,” somebody said.

“I am, I’m just escorting her trifling ass outside.”

“Don’t put your hands on me!” Kim yelled.

Grandma pointed to the door. “Then walk.”