Eriq
I grab the painting and bolt for the door. I’m supposed to meet the buyer in ten minutes, but I was up all night finishing it and overslept. “Fuck!” I snatch it and dash out as Glen climbs the stairs.
“I don’t have time for your shit today, Glen. I told you no.” I brush past him, heading down to my car—a beat-up ’98 Charger. It was Dad’s until he gave it to me at sixteen. I was so proud of it, driving it everywhere until I got my bike. I still love it, but I miss the rush of riding.
I slide the painting into the backseat as Glen approaches. “Come on, it’s easy money.”
“For you, maybe. I don’t want a bunch of kids with my DNA running around that I don’t even know.” Having a kid means something to me—I can’t do it carelessly just because I’m broke.
“The odds of someone picking you are low. You’re a broke art school grad—not exactly the model specimen these women want,” Glen says bluntly.
“Thanks for telling me I’m worthless. Now I’ve got to go.”
“That’s not what I meant…” I ignore him, slip into the car, and start the engine as my phone rings. It’s Mr. Gelhs, the buyer. I pick up.
“Where are you?” he demands.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gelhs. I’m running late—I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“I don’t have time for this. If you’re not here in five, forget it. The only reason I’m buying is because Sheila loves that mediocre shit you call art.” Mediocre? My blood boils. Who’s he calling mediocre? This rich prick thinks the sun rises and sets on his ass—I hate guys like him.
“Fuck you, you don’t have to buy it!” I shout.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” he snaps haughtily.
“You, asshole! Oh, and your wife wants to fuck me. Guess she’s not just after my art. Maybe your dick’s mediocre, you piece of shit!”
“Punk, if I ever get my hands on you—”
“Fuck you!” I hang up, still fuming. “Fuck!” I slam my hand on the wheel; the horn blares. I grunt. All I had to do was show up on time for four thousand dollars. I hop out, slam the door, and kick it shut.
“Are you okay, man?” Glen asks.
“No, I’m not fucking okay, Glen. My art doesn’t sell. The only buyer I had—because his wife wanted to fuck me—just fell through. My life’s a fucking mess.” I huff.
“It’ll be okay, Eriq. You’ll figure it out.”
“No, I won’t. I just got a letter from my landlord demanding two months’ rent. My bike needs fixing, and my job barely buys food,” I admit. I teach art to seniors at a community center—it’s fun and rewarding, but it doesn’t pay enough to live in New York. I run my hands over my face in frustration.
“Look, I know you don’t want to hear this…” Glen starts.
“Then don’t say it,” I cut him off.
“Eriq, deposit twice a week, and you’ll make $1,500 a month. It’ll tide you over until you find something.”
“No.”
“Okay, Kartel’s always looking for new guys. He loves your body,” he suggests.
“Hell no.” Kartel’s a gay strip club or bar where Glen works. I don’t know the details, but I know people stuff dollar bills in his underwear all night.
“You’ve got to choose. Your landlord wants rent, your bike’s busted—if you don’t do something, you’ll be homeless.”
“I can stay with you.”
“So you’ve forgiven me, and we’re friends again?” he declares, grinning like an idiot.
“I can stay with my parents…” I hesitate. The thought makes me reconsider. I love them, but I’m not moving back in—ever. I sigh. Between stripping and donating sperm, I have to pick the less humiliating option.
“You sure no one will pick me?” I ask.
“Pretty sure.”
I sigh, out of options. “Okay, sperm donation it is.”
A week later, we’re at the Estonian Sperm Bank. The receptionist greets us as we walk in. “Welcome back, Mr. Barker. Here for another deposit? And I see you brought a friend.” Is he here so often they’re on a first-name basis?
“Hey, Molly. Yeah, this is Eriq—his first time,” Glen says. Guess he’s a regular. I pity any woman who picks his sperm.
“Oh, wonderful! We’re always looking for new donors. Please fill out these forms, Mr…” Molly exclaims.
“Cruz. Eriq Cruz.”
“Okay, 007,” she says with a wink. I nod, taking the form and pen from her.
“You can sit over there to fill them out,” she instructs.
We head to a group of chairs and sit. I scan the forms—twenty pages of questions about my family, education, and sexuality. I’d leave if I didn’t need the money, but I do. So I glare at Glen instead.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing my expression.
“What the hell, dude? You made this sound easy. I have to get a physical and STI tests?”
“The initial screening’s long, but once you’re in, it’s easy money,” he explains.
“Fine.” I huff, turning back to the forms. I fill them out bit by bit. Glancing at Glen, I see him flipping through nude magazines on the coffee table.
“You make decent money at the club, right? So why donate sperm?” I ask.
“Unlike you, I like the idea of little Glens running around—continuing the bloodline.”
“That’s what the world needs—more of you,” I say sarcastically. He laughs as I tackle the mountain of forms.
Amaija
After two months of searching, I’ve finally chosen someone I’d like my child to resemble, and I got inseminated today. I’m thrilled to be on my way to pregnancy after three months of planning. My siblings and friends are here for a pre-insemination party before we hit the club. I’ve told them all, but we haven’t shared it with our parents yet.
“Congrats, Ami,” Xion greets me.
“Thank you.” I hug him. He’s Zara’s brother and one of my closest friends.
“I’m still hurt you didn’t ask me,” he says.
“Aren’t you still in love with Brin?” I tease.
“Shhh.” He nods. He’s seven months older than me, and I’ve known him forever, but he fell for Brin, not me. That’s fine; he’s like a brother. He’s never told her, though, and now that she’s with Federico, he might give up.
“Wouldn’t that have been weird if you ended up together?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t have said yes,” he replies.
“So you wanted me to ask just so you could reject me?” I say, incredulous.
“It’s common decency,” he quips.
“Xion, please jump off a cliff.” He laughs and pulls me into a hug.
“I’m thrilled for you, Ami. You’ve always chased what you want without fear. I wish I were more like you.” His eyes drift to Brin and Federico chatting with Jaden and Zara. I sigh. I know Rico and Brin love each other, but my heart aches for Xion. To cheer him up, I grab two shots.
“It’s a party, Xi. Let’s drink! If the insemination works, this’ll be my last time drinking, so I’m going all out tonight.”
“COME ON, GUYS, LET’S DO SHOTS!” I yell.
They cheer and grab glasses.
“WAIT!” Jaden shouts. We stop and turn to him.
“I need to make a toast first. To Am, one of the strongest women I know. You’re going to be an amazing mother.” Everyone cheers as I smile.
“And if that baby’s a serial killer like his father—” he continues.
“Jaden, shut up!” Brin yells.
He laughs. “I’m joking. I mean, what serial killer stops by a clinic to let off steam? Well, we hope not.” I roll my eyes.
“To Ami!” he says.
“To Ami!” everyone echoes, and we drink.
“Okay, let’s go get you laid!” Chloë, my bonus cousin, exclaims.
“Let’s go!” I shout, riding the festive vibe as we rush out, pile into cars, and head to Blitz, the city’s hottest club. They all think I should have a one-night stand before I “get fat.” Brin, Zara, and Chloë went all out on my outfit and makeup—I look smoking hot.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in the VIP section, ordering shots and bottles. We drink and party, everyone dancing. I forgot I’m supposed to find a one-night stand. I dance with a few guys, but none I’d sleep with.
Four hours later, I’m smashed. A guy grinds on me. I try to push him off, but he pulls me in and kisses me—a sloppy, nasty kiss. I’m drunk, but not that drunk. I punch him in the stomach.
“You bitch!” He swings at me, but I duck. Xion, Clark, and Jaden step in front of me.
“Did you just swing at my little sister?” Jaden growls. Punches fly before I can process them. I scream as the guy’s friends join in. I search for my crew in the chaos, but I can’t find them. Security finally breaks it up, and everyone scatters. Zara grabs my hand, pulling me toward the entrance, but I lose her. I stumble outside, fall to my knees on the sidewalk, and inhale. I try to stand, but I’m too dizzy.
“Are you okay?” someone asks. I look up at a gorgeous man and nod. I pause—he looks familiar.
I gasp. “Baby daddy? Look, baby, it’s daddy!” I latch onto his leg and climb up. I’m probably dreaming, but wouldn’t it be fun if I met your father? I stand, facing him as he looks confused. I wonder if your father’s a good kisser. Even if it’s a dream, I need to know. I tilt my head to kiss him, but he pulls away.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t have kids, and you’re not exactly my type,” he says curtly. I pout. Even in my dreams, my baby’s father rejects me, just like Xoi. My chest tightens as tears well up.
“It’s okay, baby. Daddy doesn’t have to love Mommy—Mommy has you,” I say to my stomach.
“Look, I’ve got to get back to work…” His words slur as everything fades to black.
I groan, opening my eyes. My head throbs like I’ve been hit. I blink, adjusting to sunlight streaming through an unfamiliar window. This isn’t my room—or any room I know. Where am I? What happened? I remember drinking, the fight, then dreaming about my sperm donor. He’s even hotter in my dream, baby. You’re going to be a looker.
“I’m happy to see you’re up.” I freeze. Did I bring someone home? I don’t remember, but that was the goal.
“Look, it was just a one-night stand. Let’s not make a…” I sit up and freeze again. Standing before me is my donor—and he’s very real.
AmaijaOne Month Ago“We’ve been looking for a month. I don’t know why you’re so picky with donors when you aren’t that picky about who you sleep with,” Brin says. I roll my eyes as we pull into the parking lot of the latest sperm bank.“I’m making a human, not just getting off. I have to pick the perfect man,” I reply.“There’s no such thing as a perfect man,” Zara chimes in as we exit the car.“Trouble in booty-call paradise?” I ask, amused. She’s been singing a different tune lately.“Your brother’s an asshole. Can you believe he wants to sleep with other women?” Zara says.“He’s my brother, so yeah, I can believe it. He’s a great son and an even better brother, but a good boyfriend? Nope. You knew that going in, though.”“I know, but I thought—”“You thought your vagina would change him?”“No. Well, we have great sex. So why does he need other women?”“Jaden’s a manwhore. You need someone like my Federico,” Brin boasts.“Oh, will you shut the hell up about Federico already?” Zara s
EriqI catch the woman as she falls, and we tumble to the floor. She lands on top of me but quickly scrambles up. Amaija, "What damages? Are you trying to extort me, you piece of shit? Did you plan this after finding out who my family is?" I clench my fist as my anger builds—the nerve of this woman."Last night, you tried to sexually harass me," I say."Sexually harass?" she replies, furrowing her brows."Yes. First, you called me your baby daddy, then you tried to kiss me. Then you fainted. I couldn’t find anyone who knew you, which meant I had to leave work early—and let me tell you something, woman, I need all the money I can get.""I—""I’m not done talking. After I piled you into my car, you decided to pee because my car looks like a toilet. Then you started fighting my headrest, calling it Xoi." Her eyes widen as I continue. "I don’t know who Xoi is, but you must hate him because you stabbed my headrest multiple times. It was my fault for leaving that knife in the backseat sev
AmaijaIn the three weeks since my insemination and subsequent run-in with my donor, I haven’t been able to forget him. I can’t shake the memory of his chiseled jawline, his deep hazel eyes, or his chestnut hair. He’s gorgeous—and if I’m pregnant, he’s the father of my child. For the third time today, I stare at the pregnancy test on the countertop. I’ve been putting it off because I’m too scared to know for sure. If I am pregnant, I’ll be a single parent, which terrifies me. But if I’m not, I’ll be disappointed. Today’s the day I finally worked up the courage to find out either way. All that’s left is to take the test. My hand trembles as I reach for the box, my heart pounding.Ding, dong.The doorbell jolts me out of my trance. Who could that be? I wasn’t expecting anyone. My eyes dart between the test and the door before I decide to answer. Approaching the entrance, I glance at the monitor and see my friends and family outside.“What are you doing here?” I ask through the intercom.
Amaija“Ami,” he says my name, making my heart thunder as my insides melt. He knows it’s me. How does he recognize me even with this mask? What should I say? I hadn’t planned on talking to him when Gwen asked where I wanted to go. I wasn’t even sure he still worked here, but I’d hoped he did—hoped I’d see him one more time to cement the memory of my child’s father. But the moment I spotted him walking through that door, I knew just seeing him wouldn’t satisfy my curiosity. So I bought out the VIP section and requested him as our server. Now, up close, I’m at a loss for words. My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest.“Ami?” he says again, snapping me out of my thoughts. My eyes meet his. We stare at each other in silence until Gwen interrupts.“Amaija, you didn’t tell me you knew such a sexy bartender,” she says, giving him bedroom eyes. I shove down a bitter pang of jealousy.“We met once. I’ll have a club soda,” I mumble, shifting my gaze from his captivating eyes—only
EriqI expected her to push me away or slap me, but she melts into my arms. Her soft lips move against mine, and my heart pounds in my chest. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. I was afraid to admit that before seeing her tonight—afraid because life never gives me what I want. But the moment I saw her, it didn’t matter that I’m poor or unworthy of her. I knew I had to have her.My hands find her waist, pulling her closer as our kiss deepens. Her hand slides down my chest, over my pecs, to the top of my boxers. No—I can’t do that with her. Not her, not like this. I grab her hand and break the kiss.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You kissed me, and I—” she mumbles. She’s adorable when she’s nervous. I take her hand and kiss it.“You have nothing to apologize for. I just want to take you on a date first.”“What?”“Will you go out with me? There’s a place nearby that sells great burgers.” She stares at me without responding. Did I misstep by asking her out? I thought sh
AmiI’m on the couch with a pillow on my stomach, my laptop resting on it as I work on my latest video game design while video chatting with Vector, our other game developer.“V, we should move the launch date. Looking at where we are now, the game should be ready in a month.”“I think we should keep it the same—in case there are bugs we need to fix.”“We can fix them during testing.”“Not if there’s a major problem.”I purse my lips and think for a moment. I want to launch this game as soon as possible. It’s a first-person shooter I designed for women who like guns—they can upload images of their cheating boyfriends and shoot them. You know, vent the anger without jail time. It was inspired by my last cheating ex—and then him, who dumped me without explanation. But I don’t have any pictures of him to use. Come on, Ami, stop thinking about him. I shove him to the back of my mind to focus on work. The game should be ready—I wrote the code—but I trust Vector’s input. He’s one of my best
EriqI hop out of my car and grab the art supplies I just bought. Today’s my only day off from work, and I want to get some painting done. Though lately, I’ve only been painting one person whenever I sit down to create. It’s been three months, and I still can’t get her out of my head. Even after telling her that kiss and asking her out were mistakes, I regret not seeing it through. Her friend’s revelation about her pregnancy shocked me, but I should’ve talked to her—asked what it meant. Instead, I shut down and pushed her away.“What are you thinking about?” I jerk my head up to see my cousin Flavio standing by the door.“Flav, I don’t have time for you today.” He grins as I head up the stairs.“Long time no see.”“Not long enough,” I mutter under my breath, climbing the staircase with him trailing behind.“I heard you’re lining your dick up at a gay club.” I roll my eyes.“I’m a server.”“What are you serving? Your ass?” I stop at my door, slide the key in, and ignore his last comment
Eriq“The apartment he bought was this one,” she trails off, leaving me stunned.“What?” I jump to my feet. “This is that apartment?” She nods.“But you’ve been here before. Didn’t you recognize it?”“I’ve never seen it. I was always too busy to come when we were together, and after we broke up, I didn’t want to see my ex’s love nest.”“Oh,” I mumble. I can’t imagine how she must feel being here, in the apartment he shared with another woman—and worse, finding me, the guy who dumped her, living in it. I glance at her, trying to read her, but she won’t meet my eyes.“Are you okay?” The words slip out before I can stop them. She lifts her gaze to mine, staring for a moment. Her mouth opens as if to speak, but she hesitates and keeps staring.“Ami?” Jaden says, breaking the silence between us.“I’m fine. It’s been over a year.”“Oh.” Over a year since they split. Does that mean the baby isn’t Xoi’s? Then who’s the father? Is he still in the picture?“So, about the apartment,” Jaden says,
AmiPanic and disbelief crash over me as Brin’s words echo in the night air. Eriq waking up right then doesn’t help. He blinks, dazed, realizing Brin and I are half-carrying him between us.“Ami?” he mumbles, glancing at Brin.My heart races. Did he hear her? How’s he going to take this? Maybe he’ll be happy—I cling to that tiny hope. It’s not the perfect moment, but I was going to tell him eventually, so maybe this is fine.“The baby,” he says, reaching out to touch my stomach.“Eriq—I was going—” I start, but he leans in and kisses me. It’s soft, warm, and sends a whirlwind of feelings through me—confusion, surprise, and something deeper. Does this mean he’s okay with it?“Eriq?” I whisper as our lips part. “Are you…”“I love you.” He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder.Relief floods me, washing away my fears. His second “I love you” tonight hits me hard—he loves me, and he’s fine with being the father. It’s like a boulder’s been lifted off my chest, and the emotions I’ve been
AmiWe stumble out of the tenth store of the day, bags in hand. I didn’t want to come out, but I’ve had a blast. Shopping and lunch with the girls felt amazing—it’s been ages since we’ve all been together like this. Now, though, I’m ready to head home and crash with my man. I wonder how he’s holding up. Dad promised to keep an eye on him, so I hope he’s okay.“Where should we go now?” Aunt Kenya asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.Where should we go? I frown. “I think we should head home. I’m tired, and my feet hurt.”“Tired?” Aunt Kenya raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been sitting most of the time. How are you tired? More like you’re itching to get back to that man of yours. You can survive a few more hours without him.”“Auntie!” I yelp, my face heating up.She laughs, loud and unapologetic, shaking her head. “You’ll see him soon enough. Come on, we’ve got five more stores to hit today.” She strides off.“Mom,” I groan as the others follow Aunt Kenya.“We’ll head back soon, sweetie. We
EriqI can’t stop smiling as I peel the potatoes. Her mother likes me. I’ve got one ally in my mission to win over Ami.“Mom!” Jaden bursts into the kitchen, snatches the peeler from my hand, and glares at me.What’s his problem? He’s acting like he did the first time we met.“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you needed help? Why’d you ask him?” he demands, his eyes still boring into me.“I didn’t ask him. He offered. You can help if you want, but he’s already on the potatoes. Why don’t you make the dough for the fried dumplings?” Mrs. Klein suggests.“Okay, Mom.” Jaden tosses the peeler down, walks over to her, and kisses her cheek.I shake my head, bewildered, before resuming my task. We work together in near silence for a while.“Are you two done?” Mrs. Klein asks after some time.“Almost,” I reply, glancing at the potatoes. “Only three left. Anything else you need done?”“I’m nearly finished, Mom. You can have me do it instead,” Jaden says, rushing over with flour-covered hands.“You ca
EriqI glance back at Ami, and sure enough, she looks worried. Our eyes meet, and I offer a reassuring smile before her mother pulls me away. Judging by Mrs. Klein’s warm attitude toward me, I don’t think this will be as bad as Ami fears, but I know she’s anxious for my sake. It means I hold some place in her heart, even if she doesn’t love me yet. That thought gives me hope—hope that soon I can tell her I love her. I’ve been holding back for weeks, and it’s starting to feel suffocating to keep those three words inside.“I bet he’s Asian,” someone says as we approach the family room.“No, this one’s white,” Jaden replies.“White? That’s new. How old is he?”“I don’t know,” Jaden admits.“I bet two hundred and fifty thousand he’s twenty-four.”“I’ll take that action.”“No, you’ve already met him, so you and Zara are excluded.” I chuckle, amused by their banter. They remind me of my own family. I guess all families are alike, no matter how much money they have.“So, 250—who’s in?”“Ahem.
AmiI pull on my pants, then my shirt, and grab my shoes. We’re getting ready to leave for Jamaica soon. I frown. Two weeks with my overbearing family isn’t my idea of a good time, especially since I’m still a bit annoyed that Mom felt the need to blackmail me into going. She can be so frustrating, but I can’t stay too upset. Eriq was right—the entire family rearranged their schedules just so I could be there. Even if it’s overbearing, it’s sweet.I feel a gentle stretch at the corner of my belly, pulling me from my thoughts. I smile as I reach down and touch my stomach. Every time I feel them move, it fills me with joy. Our baby.“Daddy and I can’t wait to meet you,” I say softly. A sigh escapes me, my heart heavy with the secret I’ve kept. I haven’t told Eriq this is his baby. I meant to, but then his father got sick, and Mom changed the trip’s date, so the timing never felt right. I can’t drop this news on him and expect him to handle two weeks with my family at the same time. I’ll
EriqI inhale deeply, trying to calm myself as I stare at the arrogant jerk smirking at me. I want to punch Flavio’s teeth in for what he pulled today. However, they outnumber me and are probably all armed. I glance at the three men in the room: one by the door, whom I recognize from the picture, and two others standing behind him.“Welcome to the family business,” Flavio says.“The family business is an auto shop, Flav. What the hell was that today?”“This is the new family business. Your little friend will remain untouched if you comply.”Anger surges through my body. I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to lunge at him.“I already told you I’m not interested in whatever nonsense you’re involved in. This isn’t the life I want to live.”“Are you living the life you want now? I’ve seen that pretty little thing you’re with. What will happen when she needs money for her hair or nails, but her boyfriend is broke?” I chuckle at the thought of Ami needing money from me.“You won’t find it fu
EriqMy heart nearly stops. I sprint out of the room, ignoring Glen’s shouts as I race for the door. What if Flavio kidnaps her? I’ve never seen him physically harm anyone, but he once set my apartment on fire to get what he wanted. What else might he be capable of? I should’ve known better than to bring her here. I should’ve suspected he might be watching Glen. I should’ve moved away to keep her safe, but I stayed because I couldn’t bear to leave her. Now she’s in danger, and it’s all because I couldn’t stay away. If he touches her, I swear… I gritted my teeth as I bounded down the last flight of stairs and burst out of the building. I run to the car—she’s not there. I scan the area, but she’s nowhere in sight. Grabbing my phone, I dial Flavio’s number. He picks up after the second ring.“Where the hell is she?” I demand.“So, she is important to you?” he taunts.“I swear, if you lay a finger on her, I’ll bury you six feet under.” My voice shakes with a mix of anger and fear.“Finally
“She did what? How do you know it’s broken?” Eriq asks, holding the phone to his ear. “Well, I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you know.” He pulls the phone away as his friend’s voice rises in a frantic scream.“What’s wrong? Is it an emergency? We can cut our date short,” I offer, concerned.“It’s…” He hesitates, then presses the speaker button so I can hear.“Are you seriously going to leave me here?!” Glen shouts through the phone.“Yes, call your parents,” Eriq replies coolly.“I don’t want my parents to see me like this!”“Then call an ambulance. I’m busy. I told you to stop picking up random women.” I furrow my brows, puzzled. What does a random woman have to do with this?“She was hot, and you know our health insurance is terrible. I can’t afford the emergency room fee—especially after getting robbed,” Glen whines.“A woman robbed him?” I ask, stunned.“Yes, and she also, according to him, broke his, um…” Eriq trails off, looking uncomfortable.“Broke what?”“His… his… uh
Finally, Ami and I are going on a date. It’s a bit late considering everything we’ve already shared, but better late than never. I just hope she enjoys it. She’s accustomed to the finest experiences, and I’m certain this won’t measure up to some of the extravagant dates she’s been on. Still, I hope it’s enough because she deserves nothing less than the best. My smart, loving, tough cookie with a heart of gold. My little weirdo. The memory of her crawling into my room on all fours makes me chuckle. I couldn’t believe she was the one sneaking off with my shirts, but knowing my scent comforts her fills me with the greatest joy. It means she’s attached to me. Maybe this thing between us will grow into something more than a fling. For me, it already has, but I can’t quite read her. I know she likes me, yet I’m unsure how deep her feelings run. I want to ask, but I’m afraid of what she might say. I shake my head, pushing away thoughts of the future. I need to focus on the present and make to