Maybe You Will Forgive Me...Maybe, chapter 1
Hello, my name is Monica J. Livingstein. The time is August 17, 2006. I am 29. Ivory (sister) is 32. I have light brown hair that is about 3 inches down from my shoulder. I have really pretty dark blue eyes, and a little button nose. My sister looks sorta the same, but has dark green eyes. Here's my story.
"Monica I have a new boyfriend"! My sister Ivory said to me on the phone, 5 months ago.
"Who is it"? I asked, I loved it when she had new boyfriends it made her really happy.
"Wouldn't you like to know"? She said evil like. "I am not telling you his name OR what he looks like. Unless he proposes or if I know he is the one".
"Evil". I said simply. I heard her laugh.
"Well bye". She said, then hanging up. Not even letting me say goodbye.
Now this is the time I get to meet him. By the way this is the time that is really now, not 5 months ago, when Ivory told me she had a boyfriend. My sister had called a week ago saying that she was going to let me meet him, because he had proposed. My sister lives 7 miles away so its not much of a drive. Finally the doorbell rang, indicating that they were here.
"Me get"! Shouted my 3 year old son. Did I mention I have a son? Hmm I don't think I did. Anyway I had him in 2002, so he's 3. I got pregnant with him from some guy at a bar, I really didn't know him, and I never saw him again. After we did, well you know, he started mumbling about how he had a wife at home, and how he cheated on her. Blah, Blah. My sons name is Denziel Livingstein, Everyone calls him Denny though.
"You do that"! I shouted back.
"Auntie Ivowy"! Denny shouted, after opening the door. "MOM! Its a stranger"! Denny shouted. Probably talking about Ivory's fiancee.
"Thats her boyfriend, sweetie". I called walking in.
The second I walked into that room I stepped dead in my tracks. The man who was holding Ivory, was adorable. He had beautiful blue eyes, brown hair, sorta spiked up. He was wearing a suit, which was cool.
"Monica, this is my fiancee, Tre Cool. Well actually his real name is Frank Edwin Wright the III, but he hates that naem.
"Hi". I said with a shaky hand, out to shake his.
He shook it. I felt like I was in heaven. His hands were so soft, and squishy.
"Who's this little guy". Tre said picking Dennie up.
"You know sis, he sorta looks like Tre". Ivory said pointing at the two.
I looked at them. Sure enough they looked exactly alike. Same brown hair, same eyes (my eyes are much darker the Denny's), same smile, same everything. Then it struck me.
"Oh shit". I said, quite loudly.
"What"? Tre questioned.
"Oh, nothing". I lied.
I released who Denny's father was. The man at the bar. The man I got pregnant off. It was Tre Cool.
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"This dinner is great, sis"! Ivory said. I didn't say anything.
"You seem to be quiet". Tre said.
"Your usually, quite the chatterbox". Ivory said knocking her hair out of her face.
"Its nothing really". I said, a weird feeling in my stomach. I think I found Denny's dad, I just needed some tests.
After dinner I pulled Tre aside, while Ivory took a shower.
"What"? He asked.
"Who did you fuck in February of 2001"? I asked.
"Well I had a wife at that time, so her". He said.
I raised my eyebrow. "Did you cheat on her, while you were drunk or something"? I asked.
He put his head down in shame, and leaned against the wall. "Yes, while I was drunk. Why do you wanna know? Spying for your sister?! He sorta yelled.
"No". I answered simply.
"Then why"? He said looking at me.
"I think Denny is your kid". I said biting my lip.
He stared at me in shock, not knowing what to say.
"Monica I have a new boyfriend"! My sister Ivory said to me on the phone, 5 months ago.
"Who is it"? I asked, I loved it when she had new boyfriends it made her really happy.
"Wouldn't you like to know"? She said evil like. "I am not telling you his name OR what he looks like. Unless he proposes or if I know he is the one".
"Evil". I said simply. I heard her laugh.
"Well bye". She said, then hanging up. Not even letting me say goodbye.
Now this is the time I get to meet him. By the way this is the time that is really now, not 5 months ago, when Ivory told me she had a boyfriend. My sister had called a week ago saying that she was going to let me meet him, because he had proposed. My sister lives 7 miles away so its not much of a drive. Finally the doorbell rang, indicating that they were here.
"Me get"! Shouted my 3 year old son. Did I mention I have a son? Hmm I don't think I did. Anyway I had him in 2002, so he's 3. I got pregnant with him from some guy at a bar, I really didn't know him, and I never saw him again. After we did, well you know, he started mumbling about how he had a wife at home, and how he cheated on her. Blah, Blah. My sons name is Denziel Livingstein, Everyone calls him Denny though.
"You do that"! I shouted back.
"Auntie Ivowy"! Denny shouted, after opening the door. "MOM! Its a stranger"! Denny shouted. Probably talking about Ivory's fiancee.
"Thats her boyfriend, sweetie". I called walking in.
The second I walked into that room I stepped dead in my tracks. The man who was holding Ivory, was adorable. He had beautiful blue eyes, brown hair, sorta spiked up. He was wearing a suit, which was cool.
"Monica, this is my fiancee, Tre Cool. Well actually his real name is Frank Edwin Wright the III, but he hates that naem.
"Hi". I said with a shaky hand, out to shake his.
He shook it. I felt like I was in heaven. His hands were so soft, and squishy.
"Who's this little guy". Tre said picking Dennie up.
"You know sis, he sorta looks like Tre". Ivory said pointing at the two.
I looked at them. Sure enough they looked exactly alike. Same brown hair, same eyes (my eyes are much darker the Denny's), same smile, same everything. Then it struck me.
"Oh shit". I said, quite loudly.
"What"? Tre questioned.
"Oh, nothing". I lied.
I released who Denny's father was. The man at the bar. The man I got pregnant off. It was Tre Cool.
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"This dinner is great, sis"! Ivory said. I didn't say anything.
"You seem to be quiet". Tre said.
"Your usually, quite the chatterbox". Ivory said knocking her hair out of her face.
"Its nothing really". I said, a weird feeling in my stomach. I think I found Denny's dad, I just needed some tests.
After dinner I pulled Tre aside, while Ivory took a shower.
"What"? He asked.
"Who did you fuck in February of 2001"? I asked.
"Well I had a wife at that time, so her". He said.
I raised my eyebrow. "Did you cheat on her, while you were drunk or something"? I asked.
He put his head down in shame, and leaned against the wall. "Yes, while I was drunk. Why do you wanna know? Spying for your sister?! He sorta yelled.
"No". I answered simply.
"Then why"? He said looking at me.
"I think Denny is your kid". I said biting my lip.
He stared at me in shock, not knowing what to say.
