"It's alright, Trek. We'll deal with whatever drama she throws our way. Let's go," Travel encouraged.
"You're right. Here, give me Deshoni, and I'll help you down."
She did as I instructed, and we descended the bleachers like the other families. I made it down first and then took Travel's hand to help her down.
Before we could even walk toward June, she had already made her way to us.
"I thought you said there wasn't nothin' goin' on between y'all. It looks like a whole bunch of shit goin' on," June hissed with a full attitude. Her eyes were wide, her hip was poked out, and her neck rolled with every word she said.
I hated to hurt her feelings. Regardless of what June thought, I cared about her, and I never wanted to hurt her intentionally. Still, I couldn't help being in love with my best friend.
Travel extended her arms, and I handed her Deshoni.
"June, at the time you asked me, there wasn't anything going on between us. Now there is something going on between us. I'm sorry if it hurts your feelings. You know that's never my intention. We can talk about this somewhere else. You know I don't discuss my business in front of parties that ain't included," I expressed.
She chuckled and shook her head. "Fuck these people and that bullshit ass apology you just gave." She turned to Travel. "Why my baby daddy? You got yo' own baby daddy? How would you feel if I fucked on yo' baby daddy?"
Travel chuckled. "I wouldn't give a damn. Mook's ass has been for the streets. I'm surprised y'all ain't linked up. It shouldn't be too long now since you know about Trek and me."
"Bitch, you so lucky you holdin' that baby or I would've been stole on yo' ass," June threatened.
Travel laughed again. "You tried before. Remember, I walked yo' ass down like a trash bag. You're lucky I'm holdin' my baby or I would've dropped yo' dirty ass again."
June went to leap, but I stepped right in front of her. "June, chill. We're at our son's game. I'm not gonna let you hit her, and I'm not gonna let her hit you. Let's not show out in front of these people. We're better than that. We can hold a mature conversation after everyone has calmed down."
June pushed me away. "Fuck you, Trek! You've been lyin' to my face for years. You had that bitch around my child like she was just yo' friend, when all along you knew you loved her." Tears sailed down her cheeks.
I felt so bad for her. This was not how I saw our night going.
"June, I swear I'm so sorry you're hurt. I really am, but you and I have been broken up for more than ten years. You've had more boyfriends than I can count. I've dated here and there, and you never said shit. Why are you trippin' all of a sudden?"
She wiped her eyes and gave me a menacing glare. "Regardless of what you think, I know you. I knew you wouldn't settle down with any of them bitches. Your heart has always been with fuckin' Travel. That fuckin' damsel in distress act really got yo' ass in a chokehold." She shook her head. "Fuck both of y'all. Tell Junior I'll be in the car waitin' on him."
"June, wait," I called out to her.
She gave me the finger and kept walking. I shook my head and turned to Travel.
"I'm sorry, love," she softly expressed.
I kissed the top of Travel's head and pulled her close to me. "It's not your fault. She had to find out the truth eventually. I hate that it hurt her more than I expected."
"June really loves you. It was way more than I knew."
"Let's go. It's just something she and Mook both will have to get used to. They both misused us, yet now it's a problem that we want to enjoy our happiness together. I'm not with the bullshit. I've sacrificed what I wanted for years, and I'm not about to let anybody take you from me."
Travel nodded. "I agree with you."
"Point blank period." I steered my loves to my truck and waited until I knew my son was safe with his mama. I prayed it went up from here.
Chapter 7
Travel
Days had passed, and Thanksgiving was right around the corner. I decided to cook at Trek's place since my parents had plans to go to Florida this year. I'd enjoy cooking for my boys, but ever since I visited Trek's sex room, I hadn't been able to let it go. It was still on my mind. He had really surprised me.
I would rather focus on that room than on the petty way June had acted toward both of us. She tried to play the whole he couldn't see Junior game, but Trek quickly deaded that shit. He threatened to go to the court and file for full custody, and her ass quickly got her shit together.
Trek and I talked about everything, or at least I thought we did, but maybe something as eccentric as a sex room should probably be kept close to the chest. You never know how people will view you. Nobody wanted the derogatory labels, such as sex addict, to follow them, so I got it. Maybe Trek's reasons were different. I wanted to know what they were. I was desperate.
