“Stop playin’… for real?” I all but shouted.
I got so excited that I almost slipped in the tub.
“You straight in there?”
“Yeah, I’m cool. I almost busted my ass, but I’m straight.” I laughed out of embarrassment.
That was the one thing that I hated about our shower. It was so slippery! A bitch could really break something if I wasn’t careful. Also, where most showers had a shower curtain hanging, that side of our shower was made of glass so you could clearly see into it.
“I thought I was going to have to jump in there and catch you for a minute.” Justin laughed.
“You just full of jokes and giggles this morning.”
“Since I almost scared the… as you say, life out of you, that’s the least I can do is get you a dog. But you gon’ have to take care of it and clean up after the dog. That means you going to have to walk it so it ain’t shittin’ all up in the house. You gone walk it not me…you Ava.”
“I know, and I will.”
“That’s what you say now. We’ll see once we get it. I have a feeling I’ma be the one stuck having to walk and clean behind the damn thing.”
“I promise you won’t be. Except for the days I work and you’re home. I mean, that’s a given though.”
“I really like it just being us, but for you, I’m trying to be understanding.”
“Thanks, babe. I appreciate you for understanding.” I felt like part of the reason why Justin gave into us getting a dog was because I kept it real and told him that I felt unsafe being home alone. “I just know you not up in here takin’ a dump! JUSTIN!”
“What? We’s married nah!”
“That’s so nasty! You should be shamed, for real.” I laughed but was serious. “Why didn’t you wait ‘til I got out to do nasty ass. I don’t want to be smelling like your shit.”
“I was on my way to the bathroom first. You in the shower, you not gon’ smell like shit. Yo ass sound crazy.”
“Just nasty!” I laughed.
Finishing up in the shower, I grabbed my dry towel off the towel heating rack. Going into our walk-in closet, I dried off then found something to wear to work. Heading back into the bedroom, I put on some baby oil then got dressed.
Just as I was almost done, Justin walked out of the bathroom into our bedroom.
“Coming out feelin’ bout ten pounds lighter,” he said as he rubbed his stomach.
“You have way too much energy this morning. What you so jovial about?”
“I’m still high off the lovemaking we had last night.” Walking up to me and into my space, he grabbed a chunk of my butt then kissed me on the lips. “You did yo thang last night, baby.”
“So did you. You better stop ‘cause I can’t be late to work.”
“I’ll stop for now.”
“I promise later you can have all the kisses you want.”
Kissing him one last time, I grabbed my purse, more like tote and cellphone. I knew if I stayed a minute longer another kiss would lead to other things. My husband and I were so in love we couldn’t keep our hands off of one another. We had come such a long way. There for a minute we almost didn’t make it. Before we got married, Justin started acting funny toward me, even the sex had changed; then things got really bad after that.
He stayed gone more than he was home on his days off, leaving me alone all the time. I became miserable and lonely. I felt like we were ships passing in the night. We were so distant with each other that I started to suspect he was cheating with some floozy. Then when I’d confront him about it, he’d always say that he was with Tate.
Tate and Justin grew up together and were the best of friends. Tate was a very handsome guy that couldn’t keep a girl to save his life. His mom was Egyptian, and his dad was white. Tate was freaking gorgeous! When Justin and I wentto Thanksgiving dinner one year at Tate’s house, I had the chance to meet his parents. They were the sweetest couple… his parents definitely were couple goals. Tate was an EMT, his work schedule was similar to Justin’s, and often times, they would have some of the same days off.
Tate would either be over at our house or Justin would be at his. I loved Tate, but it had become way too much. Some days I just wanted to chill with my man without having to share him with Tate, so them hanging out ALL the time became a major turn off to me. When I told Justin how lonely I was feeling, he switched up and fought for our relationship. Had it not been for that, we would’ve never got married.
Heading to the kitchen, I made my daily cup of coffee thanks to Justin. It was routine for him to get up and start the coffee the mornings he would be home. I truly appreciated that. I was not a morning person in the least bit, so coffee was essential for me. Just as I finished and was heading to the garage, Justin came into the kitchen.
