“Now come on, let’s shower and go to bed, you have a doctor’s appointment in the morning.
“Ok,” I said.
He pulled the covers back and then let me in. Once we were both in the middle of the king-sized bed, he buried his face in my neck and placed a hand on my stomach, while I rested my cold feet against him. This had been our routine for the last few weeks, and I loved every night of it.
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The smell of bacon woke me before my alarm could. I followed the smell into the kitchen. Cane stood in front of a black skillet as he shuffled pieces of bacon around. “Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” I yawned.
“Hungry?”
I nodded.
“Alright, it’s almost done.” He said as he kissed me. “Go ahead and sit down.”
As soon as I sat down, the words wife brightened up the screen of this niggas phone.
Wife: I get that that bitch is pregnant, but you still have a wife!
I looked at him and folded my arms across my chest. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
Chapter 19
Cane
“You have a wife!” She screamed. “As in I do? As in wedding rings? Vows? As in you’re a married fucking man?” She screamed as she paced the kitchen floor. One hand was on her lower back, the other rested on her stomach. “Of course, you’re MARRIED. Who the hell else would you have been trying to have a baby with? How could I be so dumb? What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“You’re not dumb, Snow, and I was going to tell you.”
“When? When I was in labor?”
“Na sooner,” I said as I ran my hand down my beard. Every part of me wanted to pull her into my arms and apologize, but I wasn't sure how she would react to that. So, I just watched and listened to her. She would tire her pregnant self out soon, and then I could try to explain. I knew words would never fix how badly she was hurting right now, but I was still going to try. But damn. How could I get her to understand that I was cheating on her, but not my wife?
“You made me your fucking mistress in a marriage I didn’t even know about,” she yelled. Her face was turning red, and the vein and her forehead began to throb.
“Stop yelling,” I said. I didn’t even have to raise my voice for her to calm down. She knew I wasn’t playing. She could be mad, but stressing my babies out was the last thing she was about to do.
“How could you do this to me?” She sobbed.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as I watched her break down. I preferred the fucking yelling.
“We have an open relationship, Snow. It’s not cheating. She’s aware I sleep with other women.”
“That doesn’t make this shit any better. Not when it’s more than sex for me.”
“It’s more than that for me, too,” I said.
“Does she know that?”
“Na, it hasn't come up.”
“It hasn’t come up!” She screamed.
“Aye,” was all I had to say to stop her from fucking yelling.
She threw her hands up and walked into the bedroom. I watched as she pulled clothes from the drawer.
