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arrived at the hospital thirty minutes after I left the message. This time he brought a friend. Well, he said she was just a friend, but everybody knows how that song goes.
    “Hi, Tee. Where's the baby?” Stacey said as she looked around the room.
    “Oh, they took him for a final checkup before we leave,” I responded. I then looked at Li'l Man and rolled my eyes.
    What the fuck did he bring her prissy ass here for?
I thought asStacey sat down in the chair beside me and made herself comfortable.
    Li'l Man didn't say a word to me. He just sat down in the chair next to Stacey.
    Stacey was Li'l Man's so-called sister, the female he had been “just friends” with since Pampers. His mom and her mom were best friends. One day Stacey's mom was coming home from a day of shopping and was hit by a drunk driver. The drunk driver hit her car so fast and hard it sent her car airborne. When it landed upside down, Stacey's mother's car burst into flames, killing her instantly.
    Stacey never knew her father and was an only child. Li'l Man's mom felt it was only right to take Stacey in as her own and raise her. Although Stacey and Li'l Man both swore they were like brother and sister, I always suspected they were fucking. Hell, Stacey was beautiful and had everything a man could dream of: She was tall, slim, with a fat ass, flat stomach, perfect teeth, and skin to match. It would have been hard for a blood brother not to want to fuck her, let alone a play brother. On top of that, Stacey looked like money. Li'l Man made sure she had everything. That bitch didn't work, yet she wore every designer label known, drove only the hottest shit, and had a condo on the oceanfront. All she had to do was get up and go to school each morning and make the grade.
    She'd been in college since she was fresh out of high school. Now, at almost twenty-six years old, she was just about done with her doctorate. Li'l Man always bragged how proud he was of her. Next to his newborn child, Stacey was his pride and joy.
    Just then the nurse came through the door with TJ. in her arms.
    “Oh, there he is,” Stacey stated in her proper voice.
    “Okay, who do we give him to?” the nurse asked as she looked around the room.
    I guess after I refused to take TJ. in my arms when he was born, the nurse was hesitant to hand him to me again.
    “Why don't we give him to his godmother?” Stacey said as she stood up and extended her arms to receive the baby The nurse handed the baby to Stacey and advised that she'd be back with a wheelchair. Already pissed, I gave the nurse a look of death.
    “I don't need a wheelchair. My legs work perfectly fine,” I snapped.
    “Hospital procedure,” the nurse snapped back, then stepped into the hall to grab a wheelchair to wheel me out of the hospital.
    I quickly turned my attention back to Stacey's previous comment.
    Godmother? I know this bitch didn't say godmother,
I thought, while frowning and turning up my nose.
Who the fuck said she was the godmother? I know damn well Li'l Man didn't tell this bitch she was the godmother.
    I nearly blanked out as the shit really started to register in my brain. I had to say something.
    “Stacey, did I hear you say godmother?” I asked with a baffled look on my face.
    “Yes, honey,” she said, cooing at the baby. “Tyrone didn't tell you?” She looked over at Li'l Man for confirmation.
    I hated when that proper bitch called Li'l Man Tyrone. He never allowed me to address him as anything other than Li'l Man. Nobody called him by his government name, not even his mama. Normally I wouldn't say anything, but it was time I acknowledged the fact that this bitch was overstepping her boundaries. I had officially earned the title of baby mama, and Stacey needed to take a backseat. If I didn't call him Tyrone, neither would she.
    “Li'l Man, I thought you hated being called Tyrone?” I said, hoping he would straighten Stacey out immediately.
    Before Li'l Man could respond, Miss Prissy was already