Free Men After God's Own Heart by Dijorn Moss Page B

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    â€œSasha, what’s wrong with you? Why on earth would you think that it’s okay to fly your boyfriend down here? We’re still adjusting to the news that you’re pregnant!” Out of disappointment, Quincy moved Sasha off of his knee.
    â€œDad, we’re going to be a family. I talked to him about it, and he wants to be a father.”
    Anyone who had known Sasha longer than five seconds knew that she came from wealth. Most men would’ve headed for the hills in Dwight’s situation. Quincy vowed to find out what the ulterior motive was behind Dwight’s visit and his willingness to become Sasha’s baby daddy.
    â€œSasha, honey, it’s rude to keep your guest waiting. Your father and I will be down in a minute,” Karen said. As soon as Sasha left the room, Karen closed the door behind her so that she and Quincy could have some privacy. “You can’t hide in here all day. You got to come out and face this,” she said.
    â€œBoyfriend? Another secret she kept from her parents. So much for openness. I can’t understand it. We’ve always raised her to take responsibility for her actions.”
    â€œAt least she knows who the father is and we don’t have to go on Maury .” Karen tried to fix her earrings. “Look, we both have done stupid things, and what Sasha did was just as stupid, but we can’t be divided now. We need to pull together as a family.”
    The issue between Quincy and Karen regarding their affairs was still very sore. They had spent this past year trying to believe that what happened was an isolated incident. What happened was a moment of weakness and a desperate plea for salvation for a marriage that had become cold.
    â€œCome on, babe. I need you to make it through.” Karen took Quincy by the hand, and he willing left his office.
    As they walked down the winding staircase, Quincy got a good look at the possible father, and he took a deep sigh. Unless Sasha was about to kiss him and turn him into a prince, Quincy was staring at a broken version of Lil Wayne.
    â€œDaddy, this is Dwight.”
    â€œPleasure to meet you.” Quincy said the lie effortlessly.
    â€œYeah, Sasha has told me a lot about you. She told me that you’re a go-get-it type of dude. A true hustler.” Dwight tried to give Quincy an urban handshake, which only entangled his fingers. Dwight then released Quincy’s fingers and stood with his arm around Sasha’s shoulders.
    Quincy shook his head. “I’m a businessman. I build things, while hustlers take shortcuts. I don’t equate the hard work that I do to that of a hustler. It’s just hard work.” Quincy could tell that his comments rocked Dwight like a body shot from George Foreman. “Well, we got a reservation for three.” Quincy looked at Sasha. “Sasha, honey, let’s go.”
    â€œWhere y’all eating at?” Dwight said.
    â€œWe are having dinner at the Four Seasons. There’s a Popeye’s about five miles from here.”
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    At dinner it was clear that Dwight was a fish out of water. The only reason he did not violate the restaurant’s strict dress code was that Quincy made him pull his pants up and put on a collared shirt and a sports coat before they left the house.
    Even the meal was something that Dwight was not used to, and he took only a few bites of his baked chicken before he flagged down the waiter. “Hey, do you got any Rooster?”
    The Asian waitress looked at Dwight quizzically. “Rooster?”
    â€œYeah, Red Rooster Louisiana Hot Sauce.” Dwight did a poor hand gesture to convey what a hot sauce bottle looked at like. “Never mind,” Dwight mumbled, abandoning his request after the Asian woman shrugged her shoulders.
    â€œSo, Dwight, how did you and Sasha meet?” Karen asked.
    â€œAt a Sigma party,” Dwight replied.
    â€œYou’re a Sigma?”