A White Man's Baby (Short Story)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. 

Yesterday boredom kicked in and my creative mind started working. From it came this short story called "A White Man's Baby." Leave your comments on it please.

A White Man’s Baby

By Miss Too Sexy AKA Lashuntrice

“Everyone,” Shanice shouted from the kitchen as she poured drinks for us all. “I have an announcement to make.”
“Please tell me you are not marrying Trenton,” Krissy said as she rolled her eyes.
“No,” Shanice responded. “None of you ever give a girl a chance to respond before you jump to conclusions.” All five of us laughed, because she was right. It was our personalities and what had made each of us become good friends.
“What I’m trying to say is I left Trenton.” Shanice smiled as she handed each of us a Blue Hawaiian alcoholic drink.
“Well, let’s toast to that,” Mona spoke up. Shanice and Trenton had dated on an off for the last five years. During three of those years he’d cheated on her twice. During the last two years she’d cheated on him three times. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses and left him. He was no good anyway.”
“No good,” Candace, the youngest one of the group and also my sister, repeated.
“Absolutely no good,” I said as I finished up the chant.
“Well, Catrece how is your man doing?” Candace asked. Everyone looked at me and waited for me to answer. For the past six months I’d been seeing a guy name Roman. Roman was everything I ever wanted. He was intelligent, fun, and sexy. Picture Tyrese. Roman looked better. Together we brought life to India Arie’s song Brown Skin. However, things never moved passed the getting to know each other stage. Finally two days before he’d confessed that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, so we decided to be friends.
“Well,” I said, hating the fact that all eyes were on me. “We’re not together anymore. He told me he wasn’t ready for a relationship.”
“Aww,” everyone else said sadly.
“I’ve heard that one before,“ Krissy said. “It just means he was never that into you. He probably just liked the sex.” I blushed at the thought of having sex with Roman. It was always good.
“Why do these black men keep doing this to us?” Candace said. “All we ever do is try to be queens and go after our black kings, but they never want us.”
“Right,” Mona chimed in. “They always have something wrong with them. They’re never ready to commit.”
“And the older we get the more kids they have,” Krissy said.
“What do you mean?” We all looked at her.
“Trenton had a child by the first girl he cheated on me with,” she responded. “I think that was the downfall of our relationship.”
“And they all act like babies,” I added. Everyone looked at me, so I explained some more. “Roman didn’t know how to cook, clean dishes, do laundry, or pick out nice furniture for his place. I had to help with all of it.” Everyone else shook their heads at the thought of dealing with a black man that didn’t know how to do anything.
“Why don’t we just date guys in other races?” Candace asked. Everyone looked at her as if she’s spoken in a different language. “For real, we might meet better men. Lets try it out.”
“Okay,” we all agreed but Shanice threw out an important reminder.
“Candace and Catrece,” she looked at us both, “neither of you can get pregnant by a man of another color. You know how serious your family is about the paper bag test.”
“True,” I laughed. “There are no light skinned folks in my family. My parents would freak out if I brought home a white man and they’d die if I got pregnant by one.”
“But,” Candace brought us back to the point. “None of us are aiming for marriage or kids. We’re just trying to find a better man and that man could be of another color. You know they say we black women are way too picky and never consider doing stuff out of the norm.”
“Well,” Mona said. “I’m about to go find me a Mexican man.”
“Or maybe he’ll be Asian,” Krissy added.
“I’m going after a Puerto Rican,” Shanice said.
“Well Shanice, you might as well stay with black men,” I told her. “I think I’m going to do white men.”
“Do them?” Candace asked with a smile on her face.
“You know what I mean. Now lets do a toast to dating outside of our race.” We toasted and then changed the topic.

________________________________________________________________________

“Yo, this club is poppin,” Mike said. “And look at the girls. They are hot.”
“Man,” Chris looked at Mike and the other two guys he was with. Mike and Chris’s friend Harris were both white. While Chris’s roommate Steven was black. Chris was a mixture of Armenian and Dominican, but he always classified himself as black. “Don’t embarrass me. This is just a normal club. The only difference is the music.”
Chris looked around as he and his friends walked into the spot. The hip hop music was alright, but the women were sexy. They were all showing off their assets. Some of the women wore tight jeans and shirts that barely covered their cleavage while others came wearing one-piece bathing suits. However, unlike his friends he didn’t not get excited. He just stayed in a chill mode.
After 2 hours in the club each of the guys had danced with several girls, but none of them had received any numbers. Chris looked at his watch. It was 2 A.M., but the club was going to be open for another hour. He was ready to go, but his friends were still having lots of fun.
“Check out that girl over there,” Mike said. Chris and the rest of the guys looked over at the bar and spotted a cute dark skin girl. She looked to be about five foot two. Her hair was cut Halle Berry short and her yellow dress fit her curves perfectly. “She is hot.”
“Yeah, she is,” Chris said. The girl noticed them staring and proceeded to walk over. “She’s coming this way. No one do anything embarrassing.”
“Hello,” the girl said to the group. “See anything you like?”
“Yeah,” Mike said before anyone else could speak up. “You, what’s your name?”
“Catrece,” she responded.
“You’re beautiful,” I said trying to drag her attention to me. The rest of my friends were cool, but they were jerks. She looked as if she needed me in her life.
“Thanks,” she said and then turned her attention back to Mike. “How old are you?” she asked.
“25,” he said with a big silly grin on his face.
“Me too,” she said.
I wanted to let her know that I was also 25, but she didn’t seem to care about anything else I had to say.
“Can I get your number?” Mike asked. I was shocked that he would ask her that question. Out of all of us Mike had to be the lamest and rudest when it came  to how to treat women. Plus, she was no ordinary woman. She was black. She would chew him up and spit him out for his actions.
“Yeah, of course,” she responded. She pulled a piece of paper from her purse, wrote her number down, and gave it to him. I was shocked and annoyed.
“Let’s go,” I told everyone. They all laughed at me before she walked away.
“You’re jealous,” Steven said. I turned away from him and headed toward the exit. They were all still laughing at me.
“Keep laughing and you’ll be left at this club,” I said. The laughter finally stopped.
“Man,” Harris said. “Don’t be jealous of Mike. That girl was probably drunk anyway. She won’t remember when he finally calls.”
“Yes she will,” Mike said. “And when I get up in her Chris will be the first one I call.” They started laughing again. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to take everyone home.

________________________________________________________________________

“Hello,” I answered the phone in my drunkenness.
“Hey, is this Mike?”
“Yes,” I responded recognizing the voice. It was Catrece, the girl from the club.
“Can I see you?” she asked. I was shocked. I didn’t think the girl would really want to see me. She seemed to have been drunk or real tipsy at the club. Since it had only been an hour since I received her number and gave her mine she was probably still drunk.
“Yeah,” I said. “Where do you live?” She gave me her address. While I was drunk, I knew that driving to see her would make me sober up. Hell, getting lucky would force me to sober up for the time being.
“I’m on my way,” I said before hanging up. I forgot to say bye, but that didn’t matter. We would be reunited in a few minutes.

________________________________________________________________________


As I woke up, I grabbed my head. It felt as if it would explode. I slid out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. As I looked in the mirror I noticed I was wearing a t-shirt, but I could not remember changing out of my dress. My hair was a mess, but that could be fixed.
“OMG,” I said out loud as I tried to make myself look presentable. “What really happened last night?”
I grabbed the Aleve out of my cabinet and proceeded to walk toward to kitchen. However, before I made it out of the bedroom, I noticed a body on the other side of my bed. As I crept toward him the first thing that was noticeable was the fact that he was white. He wasn’t a cute white boy either. He looked like Eminem during the days where he rapped about wanting to kill his wife and mother.
"Hey,” I said trying to wake him up without scaring him. “Who are you and how did you get here?” My questions may have been too forward too soon, but I was curious.
“Hey,” he said realizing where he was. “How are you this morning? You were wild last night.”
“Hunh? What? Are you serious? If you don’t tell me who you are right now I will grab a knife, stab you and tell the cops it was self defense.”
“Mike,” he responded with a scared look on his face. “We exchanged numbers at the club last night. Then you called and invited me over.”
“Oh,” I said back. “Well, what happened?”
"Well,” he said as if he was thinking. “You wanted to have sex. I didn’t have a condom on me, but you didn’t care. We did it raw.” He smiled as he thought about it. I, on the other hand, ran to the bathroom and puked at the thought of letting him slide in me raw.
“You have to go,” I said. “Go and never ever ever ever call me.” He climbed out of the bed and gave me a confused look.
“Are you sure you don’t want to see me again? We can have a repeat of last night.”
“Get out,” I said.
I followed him as he walked to the front door. Once he was out I locked the bottom and top lock. Then I proceeded to the shower so I could scrub every part of my body clean. The thought of him made me want to scrub my skin off.
This was all my friends and sister’s fault. We’d made that stupid pledge to hook up with men outside of our race. I never even planned to follow through with it, but it happened.
For the rest of the day thoughts about what probably happened floated through my mind. Each time his face popped into my head I started to feel queasy all over again. Who knew that searching for the right man could get this bad? The girls would definitely want to know about this one, but they couldn’t. No one would find out. I was too embarrassed.

_______________________________________________________________________

“Guess what,” Mike said before I could ask who was calling.
“What happened?” Since it was Mike I knew it had to either be something interesting or something crazy.
“Last night after the club I hooked up with that girl Catrece,” he excited said. I started to ask how, but he continued before I could speak. “She told me where she lived so I drover over there. I was still drunk, but that was an opportunity I wasn’t going to pass up.”
“You drove drunk?”
“Yeah, but that’s not important. When I arrived she was all over me. She wanted to have sex with me badly. I’m not surprised either, but of my sexy and charming ways. However, before we could do anything she passed out from drunkenness. I made sure she was still alive and changed her clothes so she could sleep more comfortably.”
“Man, you’re insane,” were the first words that slipped out of my mouth. “You just wanted to see what she looked like naked. How did she react one she woke up.”
“She was scared and threatened to stab me if I didn’t tell her what happened.” He laughed a little and then continued. “I then lied to her and told her that she let me hit it raw.”
“WOW,” I said laughing a little. “That girl is probably freaking out.”
“Yeah, ooh I got to go. Football games are about to start.”
He hung up before I could tell him bye. I imagined the beautiful black girl in the yellow dress and then pictured her freaking out because she couldn’t remember what happened. On one hand I felt sorry for her, but at the same time she chose the guy she wanted.

________________________________________________________________________

Three weeks went by without any thought of the nightmare, but it all seemed to come back to haunt me. It was a Saturday and I was hanging with Candace and Krissy at Krissy‘s house. Krissy was talking about her struggles as usual while Candace and I listened.
“Do you think it’s stupid that I went back to him?” Krissy asked.
“No,” Candace and I spoke at the same time. Actually I was thinking that she was stupid. She and Trenton had been on their rollercoaster ride for too long. They should have stayed broken up.
“It’s just I couldn’t do the dating outside of my race thing. I couldn’t date in my race. I’ve been in love with Trenton for too long.”
I looked at her as if she was insane. However, it wasn’t her words that were pissing me off. I’d been throwing up after every meal for the past couple of days. Every kind of food that was good for eating made me feel sick. Sometimes I even felt light headed.
“Are you okay?” Krissy asked. “You don’t seem happy at all.”
“I think I’m pregnant,” I blurted out because I was tired of keeping it to myself.  They both gave me shocked looks.
“But you haven’t been with anyone,” Candace finally responded. “Or have you? Is there something you haven’t told us?”
“If I’m pregnant the baby will come out yellow,” I said with my head held down. I couldn’t look at them, because of the looks on their faces.
“You hooked up with a high yellow dude?” Krissy asked.
“No,” I said feeling even more ashamed. “He was a white guy at a club. I don’t even remember his name anymore and I definitely don’t have his number.”
“Did you say white guy?” Candace asked. “Ooh, mom will be so mad at you.”
“Your mom is going to freak out,” Krissy said. “Not only is the baby going to come out light, but it will be mixed.” Krissy started laughing and it made me angry.
“It’s not funny,” I said. “Candace, you know how serious are family takes the paper bag test. It was used as discrimination back in the day. Now we take it as beauty.”
“But I didn’t laugh,” Candace responded.
“Catrece,” Krissy said. “Have you even taken a pregnancy test? You may not be pregnant. It could be food poisoning.” I looked at her with hope. “See, I’m trying to be positive.”
“Well, thanks,” I said. “It was cool being with you two, but I have to go. I have some errands to run and maybe it will take my mind off of this problem.”
“Bye,” they said at the same time.
“Call me once you’re sure,” Candace said right before I walked out of the door.

_______________________________________________________________________

“WOW,“ Krissy said. “Candace your sister is really upset.”
“I know,” I replied.
I felt sorry for my sister. She really seemed devastated over this pregnancy situation. However, if she was pregnant our family would chastise her. One of our cousins had a baby a few years ago and the baby came out light. Everyone looked at her with disgust until the baby started gaining color. Then our cousin and her baby were happily accepted back into the family circle.
My parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents didn’t even like light skinned black people. They blamed it on my grandparents and great grandparents not being able to join sororities and fraternities because of their skin color. It was a shame, because I found light skinned men attractive.

________________________________________________________________________

“Hey,” I called out to the girls in the blue jeans and pink t-shirt. “I remember you.” She stared at me confused. When I took a good look at her I realized she had been crying. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “Where do you remember me from?”
“A club a couple weeks ago,” I said. “You and one of my friends exchanged numbers.” She seemed to get a little more excited at the mention of my friend.
“WOW,” she said. “I never thought I’d hear mention of him again. What’s your name?”
“Chris,” I said. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem sad.”
“Well,” she responded, “if you must know I’ve been feeling sick the last couple of days and I think it’s because of your friend. He may have gotten me pregnant.”
At the mention of possibly being pregnant I started laughing. I didn’t mean to, but his story of what happened ran through my mind.
“What’s so funny?” she said angrily. I stopped laughing, because although she was a small girl she looked as if she could still beat me up.
“You’re not pregnant by my friend,” I said with a smile.
“How do you know?”
“He told me what happened between you two,” I told her. “Do you want to know what happened?”
“Yeah,” she responded.
“He said he showed up to your house and you were drunk. Then you passed out on him. Then when you asked him what happened he lied because that’s the kind of guy he is. He lies to make things sound more interesting or to piss people off more.”
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah,” I responded. “Could another man be the father?” I asked even though she probably would not respond.
“No,” she said. “My friends suggested it might be food poisoning. I did eat Chinese food a couple days ago.”
“Well,” I said trying to make conversation, “do you have any pans for the rest of the day?” As crazy as this girl’s situation was I didn’t want to leave her. She was too pretty to be left alone.
“Not at all,” she said looking at me. I could tell that she was finally checking me out. “Do you?”
“Not at all,” I repeated her words. “Let’s go grab something to eat.
“Okay,” she said.
“Are you cool with me driving? I’ll drop you back off at your car.”
“Yes, I’m cool with that,” she responded and we left.

________________________________________________________________________

I wanted to tell my friends the good news, but Chris was such a gentleman that I couldn’t just abandon him. We went out to eat at Boudreaux’s. The food was delicious and I didn’t feel sick afterward.
It was odd. I’d been sick for the last coupe of days. The food poisoning or whatever it is was obviously gone. I didn’t get sick after eating at the restaurant. In fact I felt great. Maybe it was all in my mind the whole time or maybe it was Chris that made it all better.
I later found out that Chris wasn’t exactly black. He was mixed with Dominican and Armenian. However, I was happy that he wasn’t white. I was very happy that I didn’t have to end up with a white man or his baby.