Cane
After dropping Snow off, I headed to my office. I sat behind my desk with my laptop open. I had a stack of cases I needed to delegate, but for the life of me, I couldn’t get Snow off my mind.
When I left, she was snuggled in my bed with one of my shirts on with a pillow between her legs. She had calmed down since earlier, but I still couldn’t get over how much she cried. That shit was killing me.
I sucked my teeth when I saw the incoming call from my wife. “What’s up?” I asked as I answered the FaceTime call.
“Oh, so you can answer the phone.”
“Don’t start O.”
She sucked her teeth. “Are you coming home tonight?”
“Probably not.”
“You’re never here.”
“I was there a couple of nights ago.”
“And you slept in the living room.”
“Too tired to make it to bed.”
“Too tired?” She sighed. “Why does it feel like I’m losing you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is it because of her?”
“No, I’m just getting ready to become a father. Life is starting to look a little different for me.”
“Do you hear how crazy that sounds? You’re about to become a father, and your wife isn’t about to become a mother.”
“I know this hurts you, but do you really want to be with a man who turns his back on his children?”
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “Maybe.”
“And this is why we haven’t been having sex. This is why I’ve been sleeping anywhere but with you. You’re selfish!”
“Selfish for not wanting my husband to have children outside our marriage?”
While I listened to my wife speak, I scrolled through Snow’s Instagram. She had my nail page blocked since the night of the club, but she didn’t know about this hair page I had following her, too. I didn’t do social media, so I had my little sister, Sage, set up a bunch of fake accounts so I could keep an eye on her ass. I clicked on her story and immediately got pissed. She was lip-singing Open Arms by SZA. Talking about some “I’d rather just fuck on my ex again. At least he still loves me for who I am.”
The next was a video of her singing Tink Fake Love. “These days you can’t even trust who you fucking. These days niggas want to hurt you for nothing.”
She really had me fucked up. I reported all her videos as hate speech and harassment because that’s exactly what that shit was.
“Do you hear me?” Olivia yelled.
“Huh?” I said. I completely forgot she was still on the phone.
“You’ve been hiding her long enough. If you really want me to play step-mommy, I want to meet her.”
“Alright,” I said before hanging up.
I went back to scrolling on Snow’s socials. She didn’t post anything about our babies, and that pissed me off. Her little ass posted everything else.
Me: You can post about everything, but your pregnancy
