Page 28 of Hood Legacy

“Both my parents are bisexual,” Legacy said, and I shook my head.

“Wait, both? If that’s the case, then how the fuck are you here?”

“My daddy’s partner's name is Joshua; he’s nice. Anyway, Joshua had a wife, too; her name was Tammy. For years, they just exchanged partners when the urge hit them. Sometimes, my mama was with Tammy, and other times, Joshua or my daddy. Well, that went on for years, and then, one day, Joshua and Tammy disappeared. They came back two years later with a one-year-old daughter.”

“You?” I asked, and she nodded. “So, your daddy got Tammy pregnant, and your mama was cool with it?”

“No, but she was in love with Tammy,” Legacy said, shaking her head. “Tammy was also sick, cancer. She’d been diagnosed when she was pregnant with me, and instead of doing chemo, she decided to carry me. When they came back around, it was because Tammy was dying, and she wanted Mama and Daddy to raise me.”

“How come she didn’t have her husband do it?”

“She knew that Joshua wasn’t going to be strong enough to do it,” she said, shaking her head and taking a bite of her food. “I look like Tammy, almost like she spit me out, and Joshua said that he couldn’t raise a child that looked like his wife without her with him, so he was okay with me coming to live with my biological father.”

“How did they know Joshua wasn’t your father?”

“He was impotent,” she answered with a shrug. “But to be safe, my daddy did a DNA test, and I’m his.”

“So, yo mama was cool with this?”

“No,” she denied. “But like I said, she was in love with Tammy and agreed to take me in.”

“What happened to Tammy?”

“She died three weeks after we showed up.” she shrugged as if it was no big deal, but I could tell it bothered her. “I think Mama thought she had more time, and when it came down to it, she didn’t. So, she was stuck with a child she didn’t want, a husband that she couldn’t stand, and a marriage that was fake as hell.”

“Whatever happened with Joshua?”

“He’s still with my daddy,” she laughed, and I stood there shocked. “It’s rather ghetto, huh?”

“Fuck yeah!” I laughed, then went back to eating. “I just knew your parents had this boring marriage, which is why they were both the way they were.”

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “My daddy is happy with his partner, and my mama is miserable, watching him love and be loved.”

“Why not just divorce?”

“Because she doesn’t want to give him half,” she answered with a shrug. “Please, she’s a bitch and doesn’t think he deserves to be happy. The easiest way to ensure that doesn’t happen is to never let him stray too far. His reputation as a law professor would be ruined, and his image means everything to him.”

“Damn,” I sighed and shook my head. “That’s fucked up.”

“I know,” She laughed. “But he signed up for that life, not me, so he has to deal with it.”

“So, why did they hire Jermaine?”

“I’m pretty sure that was my mama’s doing to keep tabs on him, too. For a while, Daddy used visiting me as an excuse to escape her, so she hired Jermaine to keep an eye on him.”

“Was your pop coming to visit you?”

“Nope,” she said, shaking her head. “I see him once a year and talk to him twice.”

“Yeah, your people are fucked up.” I started cleaning up my mess and looked over at Legacy. She looked relaxed as fuck, but I needed to know about this stalker shit. “Ay, we need to talk.”

“I don’t know who’s stalking me,” she sighed. The fact that she knew where my mind was going was dope as hell. “It started when I was on my other team. It was always flowers; they’d be in my car or at the arena waiting for me when I arrived. I spoke to my old coach, who dismissed it as no big deal; he even said I should be happy that I was getting the attention.”

“What?” I reared back in surprise, and she nodded. “That nigga crazy.”

“I tried to ignore it, but after a while, it became overwhelming. The flowers, then the texts.”

“What text?” I asked, on alert.

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