The Other Side of Divine Read Online Free PDF
Author: Vanessa Davis Griggs
of his options for a place to stay. Heâd talked extensively with Paris Simmons-Holyfield back in early October when she wanted to talk to him privately. He didnât have any objections to that. After all, he considered Paris a friend from the time theyâd worked together. And maybe she would put him up somewhere nice. But it didnât take him but a minute to see that she was tripping like all of the other women. Sheâd told him she was pregnant. Knowing how much sheâd wanted a child, heâd been excited for her.
But then Paris had laid the revelation on him that she wasnât sure the baby she was carrying was even her husbandâs and that there was a real possibility the baby could be his. He wasnât trying to hear any of that noise at all . The last thing he needed right now while trying to get back with his wife (who believed heâd cheated on her with another woman) was to confess that he had a baby on the way, proving he had cheated on her even more recently than he was being accused of.
âDarius, they have a procedure that can be done to tell the paternity of a baby while itâs still in the womb,â Paris had said. âItâs a bit risky, but thereâs a certain short window where it can be done without being as much of an endangerment to the life of the baby. Iâd like to do that using your DNA to eliminate you as the father.â
Well, that window came and went. Number one: Darius didnât believe the baby Paris was carrying was his. Number two: He didnât see any reason to do anything that could come back and haunt him later. He told Paris, unlike her, he didnât have an extra thousand dollars lying around for the two-thousand-dollar test (the cost Paris offered to split with him). And because the window was so short, Paris ended up having to drop the idea altogether. The last thing Paris wanted (after finally getting pregnant) was to do something that might cause her to lose the baby.
So Parisâs due date was April 28, 2011. In three months, she would be having the baby and who knew what drama might come with that birth.
Darius, with his belongings in his gas-guzzling SUV, tried to decide where to go now that heâd exhausted his fourth and final living arrangement. Heâd parked outside of his house, opting to sleep in his vehicle for two nights. Heâd been certain if Tiffany were to see him out there, sheâd break down and agree to let him come in and stay. It was nearing the end of January and dead winter. No one could be heartless enough as to allow the father of her children to sleep outside in that kind of weather. All he needed was one night alone with Tiffany and he knew he could win her back, and therefore his way back into his house and back into his nice warm bed.
But Tiffany stood firm on him not sleeping there the first night or the second, not even in the den on the couch. Darius had always hated when folks who lived in their vehicles claimed they were homeless. But now he saw that was in fact what they were when they did that: homeless.
It was morning. He watched Tiffany load the children up and leave. She was standing firm and not going to waver. It was then that he knew it was time for him to get right with God and put all this foolishness aside. Tiffany and God had won. He was ready to go see Pastor Landris and do whatever he needed to do to get his family back.
Darius was out of money, out of time, and almost out of gas, literally. On his way to the church to see Pastor Landris, he stopped at the gas station. He didnât even have enough money to get a full gallon of gas. He laughed as he recalled how some of the older men would tell tales of how they used to be able to buy a dollarâs worth of gas and end up with three to four gallons. Not anymore. Those days were like fairy tales now.
He pulled up to the pump behind a woman who was stepping out of her car talking on her cell phone. She
But then Paris had laid the revelation on him that she wasnât sure the baby she was carrying was even her husbandâs and that there was a real possibility the baby could be his. He wasnât trying to hear any of that noise at all . The last thing he needed right now while trying to get back with his wife (who believed heâd cheated on her with another woman) was to confess that he had a baby on the way, proving he had cheated on her even more recently than he was being accused of.
âDarius, they have a procedure that can be done to tell the paternity of a baby while itâs still in the womb,â Paris had said. âItâs a bit risky, but thereâs a certain short window where it can be done without being as much of an endangerment to the life of the baby. Iâd like to do that using your DNA to eliminate you as the father.â
Well, that window came and went. Number one: Darius didnât believe the baby Paris was carrying was his. Number two: He didnât see any reason to do anything that could come back and haunt him later. He told Paris, unlike her, he didnât have an extra thousand dollars lying around for the two-thousand-dollar test (the cost Paris offered to split with him). And because the window was so short, Paris ended up having to drop the idea altogether. The last thing Paris wanted (after finally getting pregnant) was to do something that might cause her to lose the baby.
So Parisâs due date was April 28, 2011. In three months, she would be having the baby and who knew what drama might come with that birth.
Darius, with his belongings in his gas-guzzling SUV, tried to decide where to go now that heâd exhausted his fourth and final living arrangement. Heâd parked outside of his house, opting to sleep in his vehicle for two nights. Heâd been certain if Tiffany were to see him out there, sheâd break down and agree to let him come in and stay. It was nearing the end of January and dead winter. No one could be heartless enough as to allow the father of her children to sleep outside in that kind of weather. All he needed was one night alone with Tiffany and he knew he could win her back, and therefore his way back into his house and back into his nice warm bed.
But Tiffany stood firm on him not sleeping there the first night or the second, not even in the den on the couch. Darius had always hated when folks who lived in their vehicles claimed they were homeless. But now he saw that was in fact what they were when they did that: homeless.
It was morning. He watched Tiffany load the children up and leave. She was standing firm and not going to waver. It was then that he knew it was time for him to get right with God and put all this foolishness aside. Tiffany and God had won. He was ready to go see Pastor Landris and do whatever he needed to do to get his family back.
Darius was out of money, out of time, and almost out of gas, literally. On his way to the church to see Pastor Landris, he stopped at the gas station. He didnât even have enough money to get a full gallon of gas. He laughed as he recalled how some of the older men would tell tales of how they used to be able to buy a dollarâs worth of gas and end up with three to four gallons. Not anymore. Those days were like fairy tales now.
He pulled up to the pump behind a woman who was stepping out of her car talking on her cell phone. She