Gettin' Back Right
“I’m pregnant.” Those words echoed in Cortez’s mind. He sprinted to the door clutching the sonogram picture tightly in his hand. “Dahlia!” He called. She had only made it about half way down the block before he started chasing her. “Come back, please?” “We need to figure this out.” Dahlia froze for a moment. Her back was turned to Cortez but he could see that she was wiping tears from her eyes. When she turned around she had a blank expression on her face. Cortez jogged over to her. “Dee, we gotta talk.” “Please come back to the house.” Dahlia walked past Cortez and headed back to his house. He fell in step right beside her, not knowing what to say. “I made a complete ass out of myself and she was trying to tell me that she was pregnant.” He thought. “The f**k was you thinkin’ man?” He tho
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