Ethan's POV

"MJF?" I asked, with evident confusion on my face. Could I have heard that, right? My best friend's wife had MJF over their house.

Renee looked uncomfortable as hell. Sahara is bringing this up, hit a nerve.  I'm too tipsy for all of these problems. I chugged whatever I had left in my cup.

"I don't know..." Sahara cut Renee off quickly.

"Let's call him from your phone and see how he responds," Sahara smirked, reaching out to receive her phone.

Spud came over to us, and I know Sahara is about to fill him in. "What's the debate about?" He said, looking around at us standing here.

Renee looked at Sahara with a stern look. "Nothing babe. Just talking about baby names," Renee said, kissing Spud on the lips.

"Yeah, I think Maxwell Jacob is a good name," Sahara said, stirring the pot.

"Is that the name of the real father?" Spud asked, clearing throwing shade to Sahara.

"No, that's the name of the man who goes to your house when you're not home," Sahara snapped. She isn't playing any games, and I know she wouldn't lie to me.

"MJF? My friend? I think you have something mistaken. If my beautiful wife got pregnant, she would know who the father is, unlike you," Spud spewed.

"Spud, you're not going to keep talking about Sahara like that. She knows who the father is of our child, and you need to check your wife since she's the one unfaithful," I said, pulling Sahara close to me. I am not going to let anyone bully her. "Both of you need to get the fuck out of here. Don't come back until you realize that you both are fucked up people," I spat.

Everyone was now looking at us, and honestly, I didn't care. I am tired of people accusing Sahara of lying. I know from the outside looking in that it seems like something else, but that is my baby.

"You're going to regret picking her over us," Spud said, grabbing Renee's hand, and walking out.

"I pick the right person. Have a good Thanksgiving," I said.

I didn't like all the attention and drama today. I made a stupid choice thinking, my best friend and his wife would be cordial. I shouldn't have put Sahara in a situation like that.

"Thanks for standing up for me," Sahara said.

"You deserve more than that. I am sorry you had to experience that," I said.

Everyone went back to socializing like that interaction never happened. I hate the fact that my child's mother can't even enjoy a holiday. Hopefully, when the baby gets here, things will be more natural for us. People will mind their business, and we can be happy.

***

Sahara's POV

Today took a lot out of me, and I just wanted to rest. Ethan's mom cleaned up the house while I laid in the bed, and Ethan rubbed my feet.

I hated the fact that Spud played me in front of all of those people. If Ethan didn't kick them out, I would have just left and returned to Virginia.

My phone lit up, and I saw a message from Juice.

Juice: I hope you had a great Thanksgiving. Hopefully, you don't have heartburn.

Me: That's sweet of you. It was horrible. Drama with my ex- best friend and her husband. But, the food was good, and I don't have heartburn #Winning

Juice: I found this store in Orlando that has BTS stuff. Do you want to check it out tomorrow? I know you love RM.

Me: Oh my god! I'd love to go!

Juice: Awesome! I'll see you tomorrow.

Ethan continued to rub my feet. "I am sorry about the "you belong to me" comment. Braun's comment made me a little insecure," He said.

"It felt like you saw me as property. I shouldn't have to get into why that's fucked up in regards to race and shit," I said.

"I wasn't thinking love. It's just I hate people seeing you as a baby mama. I would rather them see you as my woman," Ethan stated.

I sighed. "You shouldn't want a relationship, because of what others think. Let whatever this is develop or not develop. Either way, we will be co-parenting for our son," I said.

Ms. Kathy knocked and came into the room. "What Spud said today was fucked up. I am sorry he said that to you," Ms. Kathy apologized.

"It's not your fault. Unfortunately, I am used to everyone seeing me as this gold digger," I expressed.

Ms. Kathy sat at the end of the bed. "Of course, I want you two to be together, but it needs to be right. I want my son happy, of course, and he seems to care about you. I've never seen him like this. Spud has always talked shit about his girlfriends or situationships. Did I say that, right? Is that what y'all call it. Anyways, but he's never addressed it or handled Spud's rude comments. It's not cause you're black, baby. Spud doesn't like any girl that Ethan brings around and now that you're going to be around for eighteen years. He can't take it," Ms. Kathy said.

"Damn, you're right, ma. I never saw it like that, but yeah that's how Spud is. I don't know if it's a jealousy thing or what," Ethan said.

"I mean Renee tried to talk to Ethan first, and she settled for Spud. I am sure you didn't know that," Ms. Kathy said, spilling all the tea.

I didn't know. Shit, how come I never knew that? I shook my head. "No, ma'am. I didn't. This all kinda makes sense now."

"Well, I am going to be in the guest room. If y'all have sex just turn on music or something," Ms. Kathy laughed, and stood up.

I think I kinda like her. She seems pretty cool now that she sees her son cares about me. I like her even more cause she spilled the tea. "Good night Ms. Kathy," I said.

"Night ma," Ethan said.

"Night kids," She said, walking out of my bedroom. Ethan moved up close to me and pulled me into his arms.

"I gotta go on the road again tomorrow, love," Ethan sighed.

"I know, it's something I have to get used to. How far does your mom live?"

"She's less than an hour, but she's had a few drinks. She always stays the night of a holiday and leaves in the morning," Ethan said.

"So MJF, huh?"

"Yep."

"Actually, I am not surprised at that. We went to a party last year, and we were all super drunk, and he was there. I could have swore I saw them kiss, but I was like maybe I was too drunk. Anyways, that's there a problem, right?"

"Yep," I said.