Snow: Sharing that I’m pregnant by a married man isn’t at the top of my list
I didn’t even bother replying because little mamma was definitely going to see me soon.
-
The first thing I saw when I walked into the kitchen was Snow dipping a pickle into a bowl of already melted ice cream. The next was that her ass was poking out of the bottom of her shorts. Those babies were definitely putting on weight exactly where it needed to be. I licked my lips as I walked behind her.
“So, how’s your wife?” She asked as she sucked the vanilla off the pickle.
“She wants to meet you.”
Her whole body froze, but then her soft voice said. “Ok.”
“Are you cool with that?”
She shrugged. “No, but I have to be.”
“Ight, and what’s all the shit you’ve been posting online?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t let Sza get you fucked up.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your wife?”
“Shit, cause I don’t want to be married when I’m with you.”
“You are a trifling mother fucker!” She snapped. “Get out and go home to your wife.” She said.
I turned her around to face me, making sure my body pressed against hers. “Is that what you want? Do you really want me to go be with her?”
“Yes.” She said. Her voice cracked a little; clearly, she was torn. But she still said it, so I left.
?
I went home to my wife and pretended like this was where I wanted to be. The shit was getting harder and harder.
I took the divorce papers out of my desk and started reading them over. I had them drawn up a year ago. I just never gave them to her. I was starting to second-guess that shit now.
I still remember the day I found out she cheated on me. It was three in the morning, and I woke up to piss. I pulled myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I had one eye open and one hand on my dick. When I started to relieve myself, my eyes popped the fuck open. My dick was burning like a fucking swisher. After damn near having an aneurysm trying to piss, I went straight to our bedroom. I turned the light on and was in between her legs like a gynecologist, and sure enough, her pussy smelled like fried catfish and had cottage cheese leaking.
She tried to use tears and reverse psychology to convince me that she didn’t step out. But I knew she was lying because I NEVER cheated. She was adamant she didn’t cheat either, but when the STD results came back, she could no longer lie. That bitch gave me twins. Gonorrhea and Chlamydia.
I was ready to leave her ass, but then she talked me into an open marriage. I knew that shit wouldn’t fix us. I still wanted a divorce, but when she promised me she would actually go see a doctor and figure out why she wasn’t getting pregnant, I tookher back. So that’s where we had been for the last year, trying to conceive.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” Olivia said as she walked into my office.
“You shouldn’t be, I live here.”
“But you’re always with her.”
“She needs me.”
“And I don’t?”
“Not like her.”
She shook her head. “Of course.” She sighed. “So, tell me this do you plan on being at her gender reveal and baby shower? Are you going to post them on your social media when they are born?”
