Me: Don’t start! (laughing emoji)
Taking a picture of Bully, I sent it to Dawn
Dawn: Aww that’s a cute puppy. I guess that’s his, “I fucked up, will you forgive me” gift, huh?
Me: Thanks, and I guess so
Dawn: Well just keep me posted.
Me: Will do. I’ll call you in the morning. Love you
Dawn: Sounds good love you too.
The one thing that I could always count on was for Dawn to keep it all the way real. It seemed like she really wasn’t feeling me working things out with Justin, and I could definitely understand why. What she was not understanding was I didn’t get married to get a divorce, especially when we hadn’t even been married a full year yet.
I planned to fight for my marriage because I had already invested so much in our relationship, but if Justin ever fucked up again and didn’t get his act together, I had every intention on being done with him and for good. As far as I was concerned, I had already given him enough chances to get it right and to act like a husband. When we first got married, he showed me that he had it in him to do right. So, I guess I was going to sit back and watch. Time would tell.
It was starting to get late, and I was getting hungry and tired, so I figured I’d jump in the shower then figure out what to do for dinner. Picking up my overnight bag with my dirty clothes, I went to the laundry room so that I could wash a load of clothes. Then I headed back to the bedroom to find a pair of pajamas to put on. Laying my pajamas out on the bed, I headed to the shower in hopes that a long hot shower would help me to relax.
Once I was fresh and clean, I got dressed then headed downstairs to see what I could put together for dinner. Bully must have gotten lonely while I was in the bathroom because when I got downstairs, he was hanging out with Justin. Walking into the kitchen, I was shocked to see that Justin had already ordered dinner. There were two big bags on the kitchen counter from Red Lobster.
“Hey, beautiful lady, you still mad at me?”
“Really, Justin, it’s not about if I’m still mad at you or not. What you did was foul as fuck, and I’m still unclear why you did what you did in the first place. You ain’t never answered that question.”
“Babe, can we please try to move on? How am I supposed to prove to you that I’m sorry if I have to keep back tracking to explain myself?” Justin asked with sad eyes.
“You cheated, J! It’s not that easy to just forgive and forget.”
“I get that, and again, I’m sorry. You never have to worry about me ever cheating on you again. I promise.”
“Okay. I sure hope you mean that. Do it again and a sorry won’t be able to fix shit. I hope you understand that.”
“I do, baby. Let’s not talk about it anymore ‘cause it won’t happen again,” he assured me as he walked up to me and gave me a hug. “Come on, babe, you not gon’ hug me back?”
Giving him a hug then stepping out of his embrace, I peered at the bags of food on the counter. “I’m so glad you ordered inbecause I’m hungry. I came down here to see what I could put together for dinner, but you beat me to it.”
“See babe, I’m showing you that I’m sorry and trying to do better already.”
Justin and I started pulling out the containers of food from the bags, then we sat down to eat dinner. The whole time we sat in silence as I was thinking to myself that I surely hoped he made good on his promise to not mess up again. I loved my husband and it would be a shame to have to walk away from everything that we had because he couldn’t act right.
Once we were done eating, we cleaned the kitchen together. Then I headed back up to the bedroom so that I could get ready for bed. We both had to work in the morning, and I was exhausted from all the arguing we had been doing.
“So, you really not gon’ to let me sleep in the bed with you tonight?”
“Nope… not a chance in hell. You can’t buy me a dog and dinner and think we gon’ be back cool like that.”
“Damn, yo ass is brutal.”
“I learned from the best,” I retorted, looking back at him as I went up the stairs to turn in for the night.
AVA
Three weeks later
Things couldn’t have been better over the last few weeks. Justin held true to his word, and even though he still went out and kicked it with Tate on his days off, he made sure to come home at a reasonable time and that was all that I could ask for. Today, I was feeling lucky because tomorrow was the first Saturday that Justin had off in quite some time, so we had plans for a date night. I couldn’t wait to finish getting my work done so that I could go home and start prepping for my special day with my man tomorrow.
Sitting at my desk wrapping up a few assignments, there was a knock on my door, distracting me from my work. I didn’t have any more appointments scheduled for the day, so I wondered who it was.
