Chapter 5 5

"Mom, why did you have to give that creep your number?" I asked as we walked in the front door of our apartment with our purchases in hand.

"Who? The guy on the bus?"

I nodded in her direction without answering verbally.

"I didn't think he was a creep." She scoffed. "I don't know, cuz he made me laugh. Plus, he was cute. Don't you think he looked a little like Marc Anthony?"

"No." I helped my mom put away our groceries while we talked.

"I did."

"Ma, he looks nothing like him."

My mom laughed at my response.

Later that night after the sun had went down, it was time to watch our favorite tv show. My mom was taking forever in the bathroom so I ran to the doorway excitedly to get her. "Mom, it's starting already."

She hurriedly finished what she was doing and ran to meet me in the living room. We sat on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn and got comfortable. My baby brother was sleeping, thank God.

Today, the show was about a man denying that he was the father of his baby. "Poor woman," my mom blurted out while grabbing some popcorn. I wondered what it would be like if one of us were denied by our dad, but that's not the case.

They showed the baby on the tv that the man was denying. He was a little cute chubby baby and my mom instantly fell in love. She loved babies. Knowing that, I'm surprised she only has two children of her own.

At that moment, they gave the DNA results and my mom grabbed my knee while waiting to hear them. It came back that the man really wasn't the father of the baby. "Oh my goodness!" My mom and I both laughed at the results. They proceeded to bring out the real father of the baby. What a twist.

My moms phone vibrated, interrupting the show for her. She picked it up, flipping it open, she brought it up to her ear. "Hello?" She was still smiling about the show and I tried to continue watching it but I couldn't help but overhear her conversation. "Of course I remember you, how are you?"

I looked in my mothers direction. By how flirty her body language started to get, I could only guess who was on the other end of that phone call. I rolled my eyes and directed my attention back to the show.

"Mhm. Watching TV. Yeah."

I got up and went to my room. Sitting down on my bed, I crossed my arms over my chest. Why did she have to answer the phone? It was our time. Why couldn't he have called later when the show was over? "Fuck." I grabbed my teddy off of my pillow and held it close.

This means she was going to hop into another relationship with another man. Or at least in the bed. I didn't want to put up with this anymore. There was nothing I could do. It's her life and if she wants to keep ruining it, that was on her.