Jenna was leaving to fly again, but this time would be much more different than the others, as it would change the scope of everything.
"You know the drill," Jenna told me via text message. "Watch the house, watch my Tiggy while I'm gone, see he's on his best behavior. I love and appreciate you."
She, Tigg, my buddy Buster and I were out to dinner the night before she would embark on a three week trek, as she once again was heading to South America with Arsenio, her favorite pilot, being the motivation. We agreed on a local sushi and hibachi spot that opened up and it was a hit, as the food was wonderful, we drank sake and had a hell of a time. We wanted the night to be special since she was departing the next morning.
"Guys, now that everyone has eaten and has a little sake in their system, I need to share something really important with you," she said to us.
"I'm pregnant!"
My jaw dropped and so did my friend Buster's, while Tigg had a stoic look on his face.
"Girl, I'm so happy for you, congratulations," said Buster as he "queened out."
I had a host of questions:
Was it Tigg's or Arsenio's, and if it was either, what would either of them think?
Was she spiteful to get pregnant by Arsenio as maybe she found out Tigg was beating my hole in her absence?
Was this even real?
A million thoughts ran through my head, yet I'd wish her congratulations as I'd become an uncle once again (Tigg has a son from a previous marriage that Jenna claims as stepson and loves dearly).
"So when do we go shopping? When's the shower? Where's the registry," Buster continued.
I wanted to clover Buster for his enthusiasm, as my friend since high school was a little too excited. He and Jenna forged a bond years prior for he and I were always thick as thieves, and like me, he bottomed, as he came out later in life. He was baby shower and shopping ready while things seemed a little uneasy and uncertain, at least with me.
"Girl, are you able to fly," Buster asked while I looked over to Tigg.
I noticed he didn't react, which worried me as perhaps he already knew and wasn't happy.
"The evening just became a little more meaningful," I said as she claimed to only be two months along, and I felt the need to move on from the awkwardness.
Tigg's head clearly was somewhere else after the announcement as he barely smiled or looked in our direction.
"The baby isn't mine," Tigg texted me later that evening. "She and I have had no sex since the last time she left for South America."
This explained his stance of why he didn't seem excited, or even disappointed for he kept a poker face. Her last "foray" was three months prior, as this meant the highly sexual Tigg went without sex since our last encounter, and she was filled by someone else. Most of my questions seemed answered, but then new inquiries arose in my head.
"She's fucking some pilot down there," he added in another message.
My heart jumped when he messaged that as he already knew, but that made me wonder about us, and if Jenna was just "playing along." I was hurting for him still, for when kidsare involved, things are different. I was mentally entangled in their indiscretions, and figured I needed to clear my head, so I would only respond by telling Tigg good night after a long back and forth.
"I'm gonna need to see you tomorrow," he told me.
"I don't think so," I told him.
"You don't think so? I need you, Tommy," he pleaded. "Be here after she leaves in the morning, I need you."
His persistence in a weird way turned me on for Tigg's tongue and cock game could make me jump off a cliff. I loved my sister and hated the situation, but that dick was calling for me and I wasn't one to ignore it.
"Tigg is hot," Buster would say after the last message to Tigg.
"Off limits," I told him in response.
"On duty," Buster responded as saying it was opposite. "His girl is pregnant, not him. He needs some ass to get over what has happened."
I ended up calling to "check" Buster by giving more details on Tigg's situation, hoping he'd back off.
