“Come in,” Janiyah called out.
I stepped into the room and looked around. I didn’t want to look at her because I did not want to see the disappointment on her face when I told her the news.
I stood in the doorway and stuck my hands in my pockets. Janiyah was too busy typing to notice the look on my face.
When she noticed I hadn’t said anything, she stopped typing and looked up.
“Let me guess. You have to go to work.” Her eyes rolled to the ceiling as she sighed. “Where’s Mikayla?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I told you I would be home all day, but I can’t not go.”
“Where’s Mikayla?” she repeated.
I knew she was pissed because she completely ignored my apology and didn’t even ask what happened.
“She’s taking a nap.”
“Okay. Bye.”
I wanted to say something else. Hell, I wanted to stay, but I knew I couldn’t. Since it was still raining, I would have to be careful driving to work, but I also needed to hurry and get there.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized again, and Janiyah sucked her teeth.
I looked at her for a second, but she didn’t pay me any attention. She went back to typing like I wasn’t there. I turned to leave the room because I had to change and head out.
The whole time I was at work, I thought about Janiyah and how I had disappointed her. I felt so bad about going back on my word. The accident had been worse than I thought, and we had a couple of casualties. Some of the people were lucky because they only had a few scratches, and some were completely unscathed. We had a few broken bones that I had to perform surgery on.
By the time we got everyone taken care of, I was exhausted, but I knew I had to make up with my wife when I got home.
The rain had finally stopped by the time I left the hospital, and I was thankful for that. After what I had seen, I didn’t want to drive in the rain for a while. I stopped at the store to pick up some roses for Janiyah, because I knew I couldn’t go into the house empty-handed.
All the lights were off when I pulled into the driveway. It was way past Mikayla’s bedtime, so I knew she would be knocked out. I was sure Janiyah was sleeping as well.
I quietly entered the house, then went upstairs. I peeked in on Mikayla, then I left the roses in the hallway so I could take a shower before going into the bedroom.
Once I finished washing a couple of times, I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed the roses, and entered the bedroom.
Janiyah was fast asleep, so I put the roses on her side of the bed so she would see them when she awakened, then I slid into the bed behind her.
I heard Arsel when he came into the house, and everything else he did before he came into the room. I even saw when he put a dozen roses on the table near my side of the bed. I played sleep because I was still mad at him. I wouldn’t have been so mad if he had told me there was a possibility of him going to work. I had gotten a good amount of writing done when he came and told me he had to leave and did a little more when he left since Mikayla was napping. I just felt like he made a promise he couldn’t keep, and that was what bothered me.
When he left, and Mikayla woke up, she and I played for a while before we made dinner. Well, she helped as much as she could. The rest of the night, we watched movies until it was herbedtime. I put food aside for Arsel, but he didn’t eat it, since he showered and came straight to bed.
I tried not to move when I felt him slide into the bed behind me; my efforts failed when he slid his hand between my thighs. Before Mikayla, I would sleep naked, but I changed to sleeping with a long shirt on just in case. I wanted to get used to sleeping with clothes on because I knew as she got older, we would find her in our bed sometimes.
“Baby, you sleep?” Arsel whispered as he moved his hand up my thigh. He didn’t touch my girl, but he was awfully close.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes but didn’t say anything.
My back arched when he reached my clit and applied pressure.
“I’m sorry, baby. Do you forgive me?” he asked as he rubbed my clit.
I still kept my mouth shut, but I enjoyed the pleasure that flowed through my body. I didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan.
“You being selfish. I know you want to moan, and I don’t like that you are depriving me of what I want. You can pretend you don’t want this, but your pussy is getting wetter.”
“Ah.” I gasped when his finger entered me.
