The Donor: When Conception Meets Deception Read Online Free PDF

says, and walks up to her. Jenae smoothes his shoulders with her palms.
    "Let me ask you something,” she says.
    “Yes," he replies.
    "You know I'm a lawyer right?"
    “Yes."
    "And what do lawyers do?"
    "Scare little kids?"
    Chase busts a belly laugh. Jenae cuts him a stare. He zips his mouth.
    "Now look here Devantay. I have some questions for you," she says pretending to be angry.
    " More questions? Ugh," Devantay says tossing his hands up in the air.
    "More? What do you mean more?" she asks.
    "Chase already asked me a bunch of questions about the fat ma—“ Devantay fails to catch himself.
    “Devantay!” Chase yells.
    "Devantay," Jenae purrs.
    "Uh Oh,” the boy says.
    Chase cozies up to Jenae and hugs her from behind. He kisses below her earlobe.
    “Honey, we got to bounce," he says.
    “That would’ve worked earlier," Jenae says as she unravels Chase’s arms from her waist. “Now what’s this about a fat man, Devantay?"
    The boy sighs.
    "It was just this big guy asking me some questions about if Chase lived here and stuff, and we didn't want to tell you because we didn't want you to get scared and stuff."
    “Awww, aren't you two sweet,” she says and raises one eye at Chase.
    "It's okay Devantay. I'm a lawyer but I'm from Bed Stuy. I can handle myself. But you two go ahead to your little basketball game. I won’t keep you.”
    "Finally," Devantay huffs. He grabs the basketball and hurries out the gate.
    "Sorry babe. Um, so you and I are good right?" Chase says with a cheese grin. Jenae folds her arms, twists her hip and smirks while rolling her eyes. He saddles up to her, cradles her soft cheeks in his solid palms and tickles her nose with his.
    “Hmmm, I don't know Chase Archibald. You know how I don't like secrets. You might have to make it up to me this weekend," she says, sliding her hands down to the small of his back. “Maybe tomorrow night since I have to be in D.C. during the day for a criminal law seminar."
    Chase closes his eyes and presses his lips to hers. The calm Brooklyn breeze wraps around them. Their lips release but their noses nibble. Chase presses his forehead onto hers. He traces his finger from her temple, across her cheek and rests it on her bottom lip. He plucks it like a guitar string. Jenae grins.
    “Love you,” he says.
    “Love you more,” she replies.
    As Chase walks toward the gate he feels a small POP on his right butt cheek. He looks back at Jenae.
    “What? I can’t smack my man’s yum yums?”
    Chase smiles and shakes his head. Jenae nods for him to catch up to Devantay. The boy is now halfway down Henry Street heading towards Pineapple. Chase does a brisk jog to reach him.
    “Dang, little man. You let Jenae punk you like that?" Chase says.
    "Sorry yo, but she's good," Devantay replies.
    They power walk towards the courts.
    "Hey?" Chase says.
    "Yeah?"
    “How about I race you to the court."
    “Yeah cool,” Devantay beams.
    "Alright I'll count off" Chase says. “Ready? On three. One…two…." Chase grabs Devantay's shoulders, holding him back, bolts in front of him and then yells…
    “Threeee…Ha, Ha.” Chase is now a good five paces ahead.
    “Hey, that’s not fair," Devantay shrieks and sprints to catch him.
     
    
     
    Smooth soles squeak against the urban blacktop. The weathered, orange leather sphere bounces and echoes like a studio beat. Young men and old boys crash bodies, grunt throats, spit phlegm and talk smack. This is the court. It is the place where a bruised ego bleeds more than the peeled skin on a scraped knee. It is where the pretty girls leaning on the chainlink fence bring out the man, or more accurately, the showman in men. On this asphalt stage, a bare chested Chase, and a wide-eyed Devantay press, shoot and swish in their fourth full court game of the afternoon.
    "Like butter baby boy. You might want some toast with that," a slender pea-eyed teenager brags to young Devantay.
    The older boy has just stroked another jump shot from beyond