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My Husband & I

(Dark Romance) 🔞

~ Unfulfilled and unhappy in her marriage, Maryjane does everything she could to keep her husband happy. That was until she met two men who caused her to think more about what she wanted in life.
Soon enough she discovered a side of her that she longed to be unleashed and a love that knows no bounds. ~

Fair Warning❕ This story contains mature content that is entirely consensual. It is highly more mature than my stories. It may also be somewhat trigging as well.

So if this is not your cup of tea, don’t read. Yeah, don't read.


Prologue

The sound of heavy grunts were filling my ear. Willingly laying facedown, rooted up for my husband as he took his pleasure.
Consummation between husband and wife should be pleasurable for both, but I’ve never felt that way. I rolled my head to the side trying to focus on the clock beside our bed. I had started counting down the time when we began having sex.

I only had a few more seconds to go before he came. I went to stretch one of my arms because it was beginning to cramp but he grabbed onto it. I held back a grimace as he pulled my arm behind my back mistaking me for wanting to grab onto the sheets.

“You feel so good,” he moaned while his thrust began to speed up. I didn’t reply as there would be no point. Although if I did, he wouldn’t have cared to hear. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on my body. Maybe if I focused enough on how my nipples brushed against the sheets with every sway to my heavy breasts, I’d be turned on. Or perhaps the feel of my husband's touch on my hips should have been enough. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not get turned on. There was no fire to our lovemaking — just a dullness.

“Ouch,” he stuttered and his hips lost rhythm as he chased his high. He let go of my arms, choosing instead to grip my hips harshly. Thrusting into me unrealistically, I could hear his balls slapping against my lower hips.

I cried out under his brushing grip and thrusts trying to wiggle away. Stupid mistake seeing as he gripped me harder to which I had no choice but to take it. My ass jiggled beneath him as he continued his lovemaking.

“I'm about —” His lips stuttered and I felt him pour himself inside me. The feel of his seed inside me caused my clit to twitch but then settled to normal. He leaned his body over mine nearly squishing my body into the mattress. He thrusted quite a few times making sure he filled me with everything he had.

The room remained silent except for his heavy breathing and the squelching noises of my pussy taking his dick. After moving inside me a few more times to make sure I took his seed. He started kissing my back, murmuring intangible words as I continued to breathe slowly.

Truth is I’m quite ashamed of myself to say that I lead my husband on occasionally. I often fake having had an orgasm, something I haven’t felt in what feels like years. So when it comes to the end of our lovemaking, I moaned as if I’m coming down from my high. Although his kisses were the sweetest and make me feel warm inside.

“I love you,” he whispered against my back before he pulled out of me with a ‘plop' sound.

He turned my body around to face him to admire me as I admired him. I watched his dark forearm reach between us to his cock. He stroked it a few times before taking a few dips in my honey pot full of his cum. I glanced at his dark cock before taking my hand to stroke his buzzed hair lovingly. As he lathers his dick, I stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you, too,” I told him sincerely. Although his sex game ain’t great, I still love my husband with all my heart. I’d do anything for him and he knew it. There was a short bit of silence before he sat up and I had a full-eye view of his cock covered in both of our juices.

As he lazily stroke himself in one hand, he used the other to grab my hair full of short black locks. His grip wasn’t bruising as he used my hair to guide my face closer toward him. I took a glance at the clock before starting a countdown and closing my eyes. Opening my mouth, I took his length and let my husband use me once more.

The Next Day

I waved goodbye to him inside our home through the window as he left for work. He didn’t wave back which I could understand because he was nearly late. I kept getting tired to remind him to have his clothes ready the night before, but he never listens. After seeing him get into the car and drive off, I sighed and got into the kitchen to clean up. I had made breakfast for him this morning as usual and cleaning up was a chore I couldn’t stand.

Every day I made sure to have breakfast and dinner served for us both.
Well, I wouldn’t eat breakfast, just dinner. I was never able to make lunch because I had clients during noon which sometimes could reach into the night.
However, I always made sure to arrive home before my husband did. Putting plates in the dishwasher, I wondered what I would do to start my day. I turned to wipe the stove and then sink, before washing my hands. Then I decided to leave the kitchen and make my way to the basement.

Our home wasn’t extraordinary or anything since the walls had all been painted white which my husband requested. There were a few portraits of us two hanging on the wall. A few of them were our wedding photos, my favorite photo of me shoving ice cream up his nose.

Thinking back on those moments caused a silly smile to make its way on my face before I began to frown, wondering where I went wrong in our marriage and why our relationship was that way. I passed by a few more photos of us lining the halls. One of my husband graduating from the police academy and one photo of me attaining my counseling license. We were both proud of each despite our jobs didn’t pay as much as we hoped.

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My Husband and I

(Dark Romance) 🔞

Fair warning; this episode contains explicit content.
It's highly more mature than my stories. It may also be somewhat trigging as well. So, if this is not your cup of tea, don’t read.

Episode 1

I heard the sound of his keys before the door opened. I didn’t glance up from the store while preparing stew. It just needed a few more minutes and it would be done. I already had set the table. I heard his heavy footsteps as he walked through the house, making his way into the kitchen.

“Hi honey, how was work?” I asked without turning around. I sensed him before I felt his hands against my lower back.

I decided to wear a loose orange dress today since I felt like getting dressed up hoping it'd make me feel better about myself. The dress only reached my knees and it fit my figure quite well. I wasn’t really tall nor was I short. I had about an average height while my husband stood about two inches above me. My weight had been fluctuating, but I did have some small curves here and there, but nothing too exciting. I could be considered an average-looking woman, maybe even below average due to the bags underneath my eyes.

“Tiring, I had a stressful day. How was your day? The food smells good,” he spoke in his deep voice that used to send shivers down my spine. He moved his hands up to my shoulders and began to massage them. I leaned back into his embrace, letting out a sigh.

“You like the smell? I decided to make sauce and yam tonight. I didn’t do much aside from attending to my clients,” I responded and turned down the heat on the gas cooker.

“That’s good baby,” he spoke before one of his hands lowered from my shoulders and down toward my left breast palming my nipple through the dress.

“You look pretty.”

“Thank you,” I tilted my neck to the side when he lowered his head and dipped in for a kiss. He kissed my lips before kissing down my neck sensually.

I let out a low moan as he sucked on my skin in between kisses. I slowly felt his other hand trail down my back down to my hips before slowly hitching my dress up. I placed one of my hands on top of one and played with my boobs before speaking.

“Babe, we’re about to eat dinner and the gas is on..”

“Turn it off,” I want you first,” he said and continued to play with my body. I could feel him getting hard through his uniform.

Did I forget to tell you that my husband was a police officer? Pardon me.

He kissed me some more and I followed through by turning off the gas. I tried to turn around in his arms, but he stopped me.

“No, I want you like this.” He moved us away from the gas to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from the gas to the counter beside it. I was still facing away from him as he bent me over and fully hiked up my dress, so it sat on my hips.

“Isn’t there a rule about disrespecting the uniform or something?” I asked quietly when I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his trouser unzipping. He then used his hand to rub against my clothed p*ssy, belting out a laugh.

“That's for the military, and if it was, no one is here to watch me smooch my wife,” he said as I heard him shuffle some more.

Sensing the irritation in his voice, I decided to keep my lips closed. He placed his hand away and decided to push my panties to the side instead of taking them off. He then took both hands and spread my ass cheeks to widen.

I heard his spit fly and felt his saliva drip down my ass to my p*ssy. Then he pushed inside of me without a second thought.

“Humph,” I groaned when he hardly settled inside me and just began to thrust. I felt discomfort right away.

“John, wait,” I threw my hand back to show him, but he pushed me away, pushing me down roughly against the counter.

He slapped my ass once, twice, and thrice as I squirmed during the harsh pounding. I had no choice but to take his frustrations as little whimpers left my lips. Groans of satisfaction left his mouth as his pelvis met my behind. My ass jiggling seemed to goad him as his grunts became louder. I had to hold onto the counter to not hit my head on the cabinet above me.

***

John was breathing faster as he was thrusting so hard and my whole body vibrated. I just wanted it to be done and over. I presumed he won’t last long with the way he was going and I was right. He spent himself in me in less than three minutes. I breathed a sigh and started to get up before he pulled out, grabbed me, and turned me around himself. John then lifted me onto the counter, pulled my panties down my legs, and shoved himself back in without warning.

“John!” I exclaimed in surprise and then shouted again when he pulled down the front of my dress nearly ripping the fabric as he exposed my breasts to his eyes.

He leaned in and closes his mouth on my left breast. I moaned to turn him on more, hoping he’d finish faster. I had my legs splayed out on both sides of him with my currently ripped panties hanging from one of my legs.

My p*ssy and breasts were fully exposed as if I never had clothes on. If this wasn’t a sexy image to get him to cum I wasn’t sure what it would take. Although I wasn’t fully turned on and a bit taken aback by his aggressiveness. I had confinements position was spicy. I caught an image of our reflection through the bowl I had set on the table across from us.

Suddenly, I had an idea come to mind. I paid no mind as John ravished my body and instead took in my appearance. My pretty brown skin was soaked in sweat. My tits were bouncing, free from the confinements of my dress. The current state of my dress was ruffled against my waist as my husband took me roughly. My brown eyes narrowed slightly on myself, realizing that I looked sexy and my life lips began to tingle, still using the bowl across from us to see myself. I looked down at my husband, closing my eyes as a sudden onslaught of emotions hit me, I shake my head subtly. I opened my eyes again to be sure it was my husband inside me and not a different man.

I let out a yelp closing my eyes again to which John took that I was truly enjoying his lovefest. So he began to speed up once more and went a step further by spreading my legs wider using one of his hands. At this point, my husband was punishing my p*ssy and I knew I’d have to take a soak for a while in the bath tonight. I sighed in defeat and let him take me knowing any protest would egg him on.

A couple of minutes later, John came inside of me again breathing loud. I started to kiss his head as he gathered his breath. Once he did, he started raining kisses on my chest, telling me he loves me. I told him the same as he began to kiss my breasts again. And this time taking his time and making sure to coat them in his spit. I started to moan for real this time because my breasts were sensitive and loves attention.

“You didn’t cum,” he said abs trailing his lips lower. I shook my head. He nodded and slide my head. He nodded and slide down between my legs with kisses.
Although I didn’t reach orgasm that night, I loved seeing my John happy.

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Episode 2 🔞

Hearing nothing but the crickets chirping outside and my husband's snores, I couldn’t sleep. Thinking back to the recent events that occurred once my husband got home. After our romp in the kitchen earlier, I cleaned myself up in the bathroom while John helped himself to serving the meal I made. When I returned to the kitchen, I cleaned up our mess and fixed myself a small plate of food. I didn’t want to eat more than what a woman should, as John liked to say I do often. I then joined John in the living room as he watched television and ate his food. I curled up next to him as I ate and he put his arm around me.

A cycle we continued for years before we got married. As I sat in his arms hardly paying attention to the screen, all I could focus on was my husband. Some days, felt surreal that I could call him that and sometimes I wonder if I’ll stop.
Not wanting to think negatively, I reflected on our early marriage days where we couldn’t stop calling one another husband and wife, smiles forever taking place on our faces. A warm feeling began to spread through my body as the memories of us consumed me. My first and last love.

Smiling slightly, I snuggled up closer to him, inhailing the axe perfume he put on. Not the best cologne to put on but John was too stubborn to use another. Especially after years of me buying him new ones to try each holiday. But as his wife, I loved him no matter what he wore.

We watched Tv before we decided to call it a night and went to shower. John had insisted we shower together and being the dutiful wife, I agreed. This ended up with John taking me against the shower wall and coming inside my womb.
Afterward, the night ended with us making love in our bedroom again. John stuffed himself inside my used walls as he came again and again. Not once, taking a breath until he fell asleep. Even now as he snores, he remained inside.

I was beginning to get quite hot with my husband’s body surrounding me. He held me snugly in his arms as he slept. It was already almost one in the morning and I hadn’t closed my eyes. I wanted to ensure he was in a deep slumber before I got up. I slowly began to slim my way out of his embrace, easing him out of my bottom half.

Once I managed that feat, John rolled over to his side, snoring louder than before. I took that as my queue too slowly, yet quickly got out of our king-sized bed. Tiptoeing around the room, I made my way to the door and closed it once I stepped out. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked my way to the bathroom down to the corridor. I flicked on the light inside, shut the door, and looked into the mirror.
Admittedly, my usual light brown eyes looked dull and bleak. My full lips had a permanent frown and signs of wrinkles were appearing on my face. I looked older than twenty-nine old.

Glancing down at my collarbone and arms, it was clear to anyone with eyes that I was skinny. I was losing weight steadily and my collarbone was beginning to jut out more. As I look at my reflection, I couldn’t help but be sad by how I looked. I didn’t feel desirable anymore nor did I look it. No wonder he…

No. I'm not going to think about the past. Choosing not to hinder my self-esteem more I opened the cabinet mirror I was looking into. I scanned the shelves full of medicine before I found what I was looking for. It was hidden in an orange container called fluoxetine, I opened the container and took out two small tablets. I didn’t spare a second to ponder my decision before swallowing the pills dry.
As usual, guilt began to seep into my mind as I placed the container back in its rightful spot.

Even the fear of John finding out that I have been lying to him every night tried to consume me. I was taking away a gift my husband wanted. A gift he had always wanted from me. There I was, defying my loving husband. Knowing that if John knew I have been taking contraception pills in secret, he’d kill me.

***

“I think we should schedule a visit with a fertility specialist,” pausing from sweeping the floor, I looked up at John. He sat at the dining table with a finished plate of this morning's breakfast sipping casually on his coffee while my heart beat faster in panic. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before asking him why.

“We have been trying to have a baby for months. There must be something wrong if you aren’t getting pregnant.”

“Maybe we should take a break…” I jumped as he slammed a hand against the table.

“I don’t want a damn break!” He shouted in anger.

I stood frozen waiting for what he would say next. He let out an irritated sigh as his hands shook. He glanced at me and then took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“I want a baby, our baby,” he whispered in sadness. The feelings of guilt swirled in the pit of my stomach. I set the broom down against the wall and then cautiously walked toward John. I gently placed one hand on his shoulder as I leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“I know, John. I.. I want our baby too,” the words felt like acid in my mouth.
“I only suggested a break because we keep getting disappointed. I’m tired of taking pregnancy tests and it comes back negative. And as much as I love much of it.” I spoke in a quiet tone as I watched his facial expression go from mad to upset.

“That’s why we should consult with a professional so we don’t have to go through this and they can tell us what’s wrong,” he fought against my previous words and I racked my brain to convince him otherwise.

“I don’t want us to go right now. I don’t want to be hit with bad news back to back. Please, my love, let’s take a break. Two months of us not worrying about conceiving. Please, that’s all I ask,” I begged.

Hopefully, by then I could come up with a better excuse. I stood in silence as my husband thought about what I said. The gears in his mind spun. I knew it was horrible of me to hide and lie about something this important. I truly felt like a horrible human being, but despite how I felt I had a valid reason. Or at least that’s what I like to tell myself from time to time.

“One…”
“John..” I interrupted. The sight of his glare turning to me made me gulp as any protest had instantly died.

“One month,” he continued where he left off and then we approached the conversation again.

“We will be seeing that Doctor, Mary. And you’ll be carrying our baby soon enough.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Ok,” I said, deciding the conversation was over.

I went to resume sweeping the floors. As I pulled my hand away from his shoulder, he latched onto my arm. I gasped as he pulled me back to face him. He had a look on his face that I knew all too well, causing me to roll my eyes.

Luckily, he did not look at my eyes. I bent down to undo his uniform belt and glanced at the clock. He had at least thirty minutes before he leaves for work. After I undid his belt and unzipped his trouser, I began to get on my knees but John shook his head and I stared at him confused.

“Sit on it,” he told me and seeing the confused look still on my face he spoke again. “Pull down your panties and sit on my dick.”

“But I thought you said..”

“One month, Mary, starting tomorrow. Today, I want you to sit on my dick so I can f*ck you. Do you want a one-month break or not?”

Resigned at my fate I did as he said by lifting my nightgown and pulling down my panties. I glanced at his hard glistening tool that shone with precum. Just as he pushed his chair back a bit, I put one leg over him and straddled his body on the chair. Once settled, I reached between us and stroked his length before shooting it inside of me.

I made sure to put him in slowly to not experience discomfort. Although I still did seeing I was hardly slick enough even to have sex.
He didn’t mind. As I fully impaled myself onto his short length, John let out a satisfying moan. I slowly began moving up and down, setting our love lovemaking pace and tone. For a while, John allowed me to take control as I faked small moans from my lips.

That was until John decided what I was giving wasn’t enough. He quickly took a hold of my lips to keep me still before shifting himself into a position where he could freely thrust. As he readied himself to move, I thought of myself living elsewhere. On a beach, maybe with the sound of waves crashing against one another — so calming and peaceful. The complete opposite of what was happening.

I could feel every bounce of my body as John thrust inside of it. I heard every grunt and moans escape my husband's lips as he sought out his pleasure. While on the other side, I chose to let my mind get cloudy as I dreamt of a new life, where there were no expectations of me. Where there weren’t secrets, insecurities, lies, or even love. Because all those feelings have a way of tying a person down. Tying me down as if to drown me.




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Episode 3

It’s been a week since John and I decided to hold off on having a baby. There hasn’t been any sex between us and my body has been given a much-needed break. So far John sticked to his promise and I had been having trouble trying not to feel terrible. Not only was I anxious and stressed that he might find out the truth, but I was so scared as to what will happen after this month was up. Maybe I’d come to the decision that I do what to have a child with John. I mean what else was there for me to do?

Life had continued as if we had never tried to conceive in the first place. John was off to work at the station. Meanwhile, I regularly attend to my clients from home. My occupation as a tech woman had been like my art in a way. A way for me to escape my home as it’s been less stressful. Many times I have wanted to stay at work longer to help my clients through their lives.

However, I had to be the wife John deserved which didn’t include working late nights. I had to work hard, come home before he did to clean, cook a homemade meal, and satisfy him before bed.

My days never switched up, it was always the same cycle. I know nothing else. Sometimes I wonder how I was always capable of helping people deal with their problems when I couldn’t solve mine. And yet, I’d never stop… hopefully.

At one point, our marriage wasn’t as estranged as it was then. We were hopelessly in love with one another which hadn’t exactly changed. Yet I couldn’t help but feel a disconnect, somewhere I went wrong and I haven’t been able to fix whatever happened. I mean, yes, lying about wanting a child was awful. But that’s not where it began.

I still love my husband dearly and would do anything for him but some part of me was rejecting the idea of having his child.
A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered on my thoughts. I was supposed to be relaxing, not thinking of things I shouldn’t. I thought soaking in a hot bath would ease my mind, but it hasn’t done much. Not only did it fail in distracting me, but unknowingly the water had begun to turn cold. Sitting up from my laid-back position I used one of my hands to lift the drain, so I could get rid of some water.

It was on Friday afternoon and I was off while John was called into the work shift. He usually had off on Fridays as well as I do, but according to his superior, they were swapped. I thought we would have a day to ourselves, but John insisted we needed more money. I couldn’t complain much as I did enjoy time to myself. However, I forgot that whenever I was alone, my thoughts became depressing.

Seeing that the water was at a low level, I plugged up the drain and used my hand to turn the knob for hot water. On the right side of the tub, I grabbed a bottle of shea oil and poured a little into the tub. I loved the smell of it and how smooth it made my rich skin feel. I poured a tiny bit into my hand before placing it back where it was. Using both hands, I rubbed the oil together and carefully began to oil my neck.

Smoothing the oil on my skin was an alternative to not putting any on my shoulder–length locs. Another sigh escaped from me as I slowly rubbed some tension away. I didn’t want to think about anything else any longer. I just wanted to relax. It would have felt better if there were larger and calloused hands giving me a massage. I lowered my hands to my shoulders and closed my eyes, envisioning things that I shouldn’t, but my mind didn’t want to stop.

The thought of a man behind my back as I sat in the tub, my head falling back against his imaginary shoulder, getting rid of my worries by gently rubbing my shoulders eventually lowering his hands to my collarbone. Then onto my breasts before palming my dark nipples. A quiet moan escaped me as my hands followed what the man did in my mind. It wasn’t difficult for me to get turned on envisioning my fantasy.

After going so long without feeling pleasure, I sometimes felt more lustful. I knew it was wrong to dream or even think of a mystery man instead of my husband, but some days it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t that I dreamt of being with anyone else, but John hadn’t been giving me what my body craved. Trying not to feel ashamed as I felt my pleasure buildup due to being over-sensitive when it came to my nipples. I continued to please myself until the water ran cold.

The Next Day

I placed a plate of the hot hood and a bottle of wine on the table before calling John down to eat. The sound of his heavy footsteps reached my ears as I dabbled in the kitchen. Cleaning up my mess and then getting my plate ready. A plate of food that was significantly less than John's of course. Just as I was settled I brought my plate to the dining table and sat across from him.

“No beer?” he questioned and I shook my head.
“No, we ran out yesterday and I forgot to get some,” I told him which he just granted.

I watched him take the first bite of his food before I took my own. Weirdly, I wanted to see if he enjoyed it. To my disappointment, he didn’t comment on the food. We sat in silence.

He was sipping his wine in between bites of his food while I felt my mood dampen. Although I wasn’t finished with my food, once I saw he was done with his, I got up and took his plate and my plate to the kitchen. I threw the scraps of food I had left on my plate in the trash and began doing the dishes. There wasn’t much to think about how John was acting. He was a bit quiet. Well, he’s been quiet all week. I wasn’t afraid of him or anything, just worried.

Nowadays, I couldn’t read him or know what he was going to do. How does a woman not know her husband?

“Mary” snapping out of my thought I jolted.

I put the clean dishes away and made my way back to the dining table. John had yet to move and was looking at his phone.

“Yes?” I asked.
“I want to take us out to eat tomorrow morning,” he said and I was a bit shocked.

Though I tried to hide it. We haven’t eaten out in God knows how long.

“A colleague told me of some sort of café down by your workplace. He said they had great food and services.” He continued.

“That’s nice. I would love to be at the place,” I said.

He stood up, “Great. I’m tired, let’s go to bed. I nodded albeit excitedly and followed him upstairs.

Things were starting to change I guess. I wonder what the place is called. Although it was near my workplace, I hadn’t really gone anywhere outside of our home. We had stopped going out a long time ago, but John suggested differently. I couldn’t help but feel a little happy.

I had no idea what to wear tomorrow. Maybe I should dress differently and spice things up.




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Episode 4

It was around noon when John and I arrived at the place. The appearance on the outside made the place seem small, stiff, and old. However, the place was cool. It was vibrant and filled with many colors. My husband found one of his friends outside and they got engaged with a long talk. As soon as I stepped inside. I was faced with a bar that ran from the front to the side with a menu right behind it.

The counter had marble and was decorated in blue with white chairs in front to sit on. There were lights above it on a ceiling that looked to be marble itself and was quite beautiful. It made the shop itself look brighter. The walls of the entire shop were decorated with fancy wallpapers.

There were booths lining the left side with glass partitions separating the section. Of course, there were mini decorations such as plants in a few places, but what really caught my eye was the black wall. Unlike the rest of the walls in the shop, this one had a white background.

“I’m sure you like here?” A rough voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Yes, it is,” I smiled at the person standing before me.
“Not as beautiful as you are,” the dude spoke again, breaking whatever spell was cast on me.

Flustered, I could hardly come up with a response, “Well, I…um,” I laughed awkwardly.

I glanced up at the said stranger dressed in cream-colored slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt, and an apron covering his front. The dude before me held a smile on his face. We were almost the same height.

“Thank you…”

Before I could finish my sentence, John walked in. And suddenly a part of me felt ashamed for accepting the waiter's compliment. He wasn’t my husband and there I was, excited that some stranger complimented my beauty. Although I wasn’t attracted to the waiter. I just felt off for being happy. Even if it was just a moment.

While I was stuck in my miserable mind, I hadn’t noticed that my head had lowered in shame. Or that the waiter's smile had turned into a frown. I turned to face John just to see if he would have the same reaction I had when I first walked in, but I was disappointed. To my dismay, his expression seemed bored as he hardly glanced around the place. I tried not to let it bother me as John walked in front of me, effectively blocking my sight from the waiter who spoke to me.

“Welcome!” the waiter said in a cheery voice as he greeted my husband.
Choosing not to greet the waiter back, John spoke in a rough voice, “A booth for two.”

“Yes, sir. But I was serving the woman behind you first.”
“We're together,” John said lamely.

“Oh, apologies. I didn’t realize you were siblings.” The waiter still held a cherry tone as he spoke.
“We’re married not….,” My husband cuts in.

“Wow! You both look alike tho. Don’t mind me,” the waiter said jokingly. I couldn’t help but smile. I found him amusing but my husband didn’t.
“Please, my wife and I want a table. Or you want to keep asking questions.”

“John,” I grabbed his arm to stop the words he was speaking.
“He's just messing around.” He said angrily.

“Is everything alright here?” An unknown voice interrupted the conversation. We both turned to the voice and faced a man dressed the same as the waiter, except he wore a cap.

Unlike the first waiter, the man was extremely tall, and I could tell he worked out based on the definition of his arms through his shirt. Although the cap shielded his eyes, the man looked handsome. As he approached us, I felt my husband tense up from beside me as I still had his arm gripped in mine, deciding to take charge.

“Yes, everything is fine. My husband and I were just asking for a booth,” I told the waiter with a smile I usually give to my clients.

When he finally reached the three of us, I had to tilt my neck up a bit to look at him. He lowered over me easily and surprisingly, he was even a bit taller than my husband.

As the man finally came to a stop in front of me, we made eye contact. I had to stop myself from backing up from him. Not out of fright, but from some sort of electric shock.

The man was handsome, yes, but he made me feel something with just one look. And if his lips that had parts subtly meant anything, then he may have felt what I did. How could a man beside my husband be able to make me feel electrified with just one look? Having imaginary fantasies about a man without a face was one thing, but to actually feel lustful toward another human being that wasn’t my husband was mortifying.

“I'm sorry about my colleague. Let me make the arrangement. I can get you guys a table right away,” said the handsome waiter.

Neither I nor my husband was able to speak as the second waiter gathered the menu for us. As he did, he shared a glance with his colleague, that kind of look that literally meant, “keep messing up.”

“Please, follow me,” said the waiter as he lead the way. My husband and I followed behind, leaving the tense vibe we had earlier.

The place he took us was lively and full of people sitting at tables, booths, or the bar. No matter the person I glanced at, everyone seemed to be happy as they chatted excitedly. We quickly reached our booth and sat down across from one another as the man handed us our menus.

“Your server will be with you quickly, enjoy.” He informed us and before he walked away, he glanced at me one last time.

Deciding not to wonder about the man whom I shamelessly lust after earlier, I picked up the menu and saw John doing the same. Surprisingly, there were quite a few options on the menu, and all seemed inviting. Pancake stack with strawberries on top and whipped cream, parfait, pizza, and other stuff I barely knew. I was practically salivating over food I hadn’t tasted.

“Everything looks so good, I don’t know what to get,” I said to John, trying to stir up conversation.

“Why were you flirting with that dude?” he asked calmly.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I just said.”
“He was just joking.”

“Are you serious, Mary? I saw the way you were glancing at him.
“I…I..” I dumbfounded.
“I'm your husband and you’re my wife. Act like it,” he spoke harshly in a lowered tone.

“And watch what you order. Remember, we will be seeing a doctor by the end of the month and I don’t want you overeating. You still need to be as healthy as possible to carry our child. He went back to reading the menu as if his words didn’t affect me. Or maybe he wanted his words to sting as if to punish me for not having his back. I just didn’t want things to escalate earlier since we hadn’t been outside as much. We followed the same routine every day and some days I was tired of it. I wanted to be the best wife and make John happy. But sometimes it just feels impossible.

Fighting back tears, I excused myself from the booth to use the restroom. As I reached there, I locked myself inside. I tried to hold them in to not ruin my makeup, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t sure why I was even crying. Of course, he hurt my feelings, but normally I don’t feel that way. I had to remind myself that I love him. I love John. Where would I be without my husband?

As tears trickled down my cheeks, I dried my eyes with a tissue and walked to the sink, and faced the mirror. I wasn’t too messy, but my eyes were a bit red. I straightened myself up as fast as I could so that if someone came in, they wouldn’t see that I had cried.

As I ran the water again to wipe away some smear marks, the bathroom door opened. I noticed someone who wasn’t a woman walked in. Spinning around, I was shocked to be faced with the second waiter who had attended to us.

“What are you doing in the woman’s room?” I asked with no bite to my tone, but caution.
“It’s actually unisex,” he said and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I'm sorry, I just wanted to wash my hands.”
“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t know,” I sniffed.

Slowly approaching the sink to not scare me off, he asked, “Would it be because of your tears?” I paused and cleared my throat.

“I apologize on my colleague's behalf if he said anything offensive…”
“No, he didn’t say anything bad. In fact, I found him funny.” I laughed a little. I was slightly embarrassed that he knew I was shedding tears in a restroom.

“It’s just a family problem,” It slipped out of my tongue before I realized that I shouldn’t have told him. “I mean, personal problem,” I stuttered.
“I see,” he began to wash his hand.

“Um, I should get back to our table. Excuse me,” I said, taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I threw away my tissue and began to leave.
“This is far from a personal problem.” His words reached my ears as I pulled the door open. Looking back at the man, I saw his eyes already focused on me in the mirror.
As impossible as it should be, it felt as if his eyes were seeing me wholeheartedly. As if I were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Impossible, I thought.

“Thank you,” I said and left the restroom feeling lighter while my thoughts lingered on the handsome waiter.

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Episode 5

When we arrived home, I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed John into the house. As we got inside, he placed his keys on the hook beside the door and walked inside the room. I stood in the corridor for a few minutes, lost on what to do. Eventually, I gained the courage to walk into our bedroom.

When I walked in, I heard the shower running in the bathroom. I sighed, taking off my shoes and placing them in the closet. Then I went back into the room and sat down on the bed, waiting for him to finish.

As soon as he did, he opened the door, not minding his unclothedness. He made his way closer, ignoring me completely, causing my heart to sink. I sat there patiently as I heard him shuffling around. At last, he came out still naked but with clothes in his hands. He made his way to our bed and sat down still ignoring me. Taking this as an opportunity to apologize. I made my way behind him. Drops of water from his shower still glistened on his dark skin.

I reached a hand out to touch his back softly before deciding otherwise. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I say behind him. He turned around suddenly and gently grabbed my hand.

“No, I should be the one apologizing,” He spoke. “I've been stressed from work and wanting to have a family with you. And I haven’t been the best I could be,” he added.

Stunned as I was, I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t used to John apologizing to me, as horrible as it sounds. Usually, I was the one saying sorry so there would be peace. And I also felt like most of the fights or perhaps the disagreements were my fault. But this time, John said sorry to me and I foolishly felt hope blossom inside of me.

“It's okay. Thank you for apologizing,” I leaned in and pecked at his lips. “I love you,” I added.

“Mhm,” he murmured before he leaned in and captured my lips with his. As our mouths fused, John's tongue darted inside, eliciting a moan from me. Seeing that our one-shared kiss was becoming heated, I broke it off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked once I backed away. John's eyes were still staring at my lips.

“We're taking a break, remember?” our eyes met and he sucked in his teeth before looking away.

“Yeahhh.” He deflated and then moved from the bed to our closet. I knew he was disappointed, but I wasn’t interested in having sex.

When he came out, he was wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He made his way to our bed again and lay down. “Why don’t you take a shower and then we can watch a movie?”

I guess John must've felt bad earlier if he was willing to compromise. I nodded affirmatively to his question before making my way into the bathroom.

As soon as I went in, I turned on the shower heater. I decided to wipe my makeup off and clean my face at the sink. I wasn’t wearing a lot, so it didn’t take too long. As soon as my face was cleared, I jumped in the shower.

Using my sponge and soap, I started to wash my body as my thoughts went back to what happened earlier in the day. I was happy John took us out to eat today. It felt good to get out of the house, which we hardly do. Although I was happy at first, John's comments really hurt me and were unnecessary. Even though I apologized to him, I still didn’t understand why he thought I was flirting with the waiter. But the waiter was obviously being silly.

Thinking back on the waiter, I hope he didn’t get into trouble, judging from the look on his colleague who eventually attended to us.
However, I hope my conversation with his colleague would help me. I can’t tell why I was thinking so hard on two strangers. Specifically, the one who talked to me in the bathroom. Maybe it was because of his kindness towards me or his looks.

Taking a moment, to be honest with myself, the dude was very handsome. He was so tall and broad, and his eyes were charming. A shiver ran down my back as I thought of the man. The way our eyes clashed as we glanced into each other’s eyes. Brief but our stares felt long as if I didn’t want to look away. Maybe I was just delusional. I was married for Christ's sake!! I have never looked at another man since I first met my husband. So why is this waiter affecting me so much? I asked myself.

Feeling the water run cold, I hadn’t realized I had been in here for so long. I shut the water off, moved the shower curtain, and stepped out. I walked to the sink to grab the towel that had been laid out earlier and began to dry myself off.

Soon enough, I wrapped the towel around me and left the bathroom to go to the closet. There I changed into my pajamas and headed out to see John still laying on the bed, but with the TV on. I walked to the bed and crawled on, laying right beside him.

“What are you watching?” I asked him.
“American movie. Come here.” He said, and without taking his eyes off the screen, he lifted his arm, inviting me in.

I shuffled closer to him before laying under his arm, cuddling. I felt some guilt because of my shower thoughts earlier. What kind of wife thinks of another man she doesn’t know? But I decided to push that to the back of my mind and focused on the now which was me snuggling with my husband.

I snuggled up against him, chest to chest, my heartbeat slowly catching up to his, as if our bodies reacted simultaneously to our warm touch. Both of our bodies were buried under the covers, yet I could see his silhouette from the dim light peering in. The light made my body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on his small forehead. His lips softer than the softest thing you can think of.

I couldn’t think of anything better to than kiss them. I kissed his cheek lightly, and closed my eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling. When I opened them, I saw him slowly opening his eyes like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across his face.


I pressed my chest against his, my heartbeat starting to pace with his again. I grabbed his hand and intertwine my fingers with his. Our lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part.

I was engulfed in my passion for him, that I didn't even realize his lips moving. I smiled at him, playing with his hair lightly. “I love you..” I finally say, slowly.

"All the things they say about love, it’s true.. You know how I know? Because I get to wake up in your arms every morning. You prove it to me every single day, by not doing a single thing, except being here in the morning. That’s all you have to do, and my day is already going to be just fine.” John said.

He smiled and kissed my nose. “I think you’re my soulmate,” he said. “What makes you say that?” I asked curiously.

“Well, I love you. You wanna know why? Because I don’t have to work at being happy when I’m with you. Any time with you is the right time. Nothing is ever wrong if you’re by my side. What I feel for you seems so inhuman at times. You make me into this person I’ve never been before, a person I’m proud to be. The same me that I love, you love as well… that’s amazing. You’re not the easiest person to love, but you’re my soulmate because you’re the twin to my soul. What I feel for you is deeper than the heart, the mind, the whole body… deeper than this room, this house, this neighborhood, this state, this country… even this whole world.”

We lay there for a while longer, looking for more words to say.
But maybe it’s true what they say, that silence is golden.
Because the look in his eyes told me everything I’d ever wanted to hear.

Do I really love him as much as he loves me?

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Episode 6

“I need to borrow your car,” blinking my eyes against the sunlight and slipping into our room. John startled me from my peaceful sleep. I saw him move around the room swiftly, in a hurry, dressed in his police uniform.

“The police car broke down and I’m running late,” he explained. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes to wake myself up. I was okay with John taking the car, but…

“If you take my car, how will I get to work?” I asked, my voice raspy from sleep.
“You have to go in at about eight, right?”

I nodded.

“Alright, I’ll just pick you up after I get off work.” He sounded convincing.

It wasn’t the best idea because John tends to stay late at his job. But I didn’t feel like arguing today and I was still extremely tired. I had a long day yesterday, cleaning the house and doing other house chores.

***
It had been a few days since the incident at the restaurant. Well, it was hardly an incident, still, it’s been a while. John and I haven’t gotten into arguments or anything. Oddly, he was calm. He rampages usually, but surprisingly, he was gentle. He hadn’t mentioned creating a child lately, not that I was complaining. Yet, I was still on edge.

John wouldn’t hurt me, but for some reason, he seemed off. I pray he hasn’t discovered the pills hidden in the bathroom.

“Okay,” I said, looking up at him. He came over and kissed my lips quickly.
“I'll see you later.” He bid farewell and rushed out of the room.

I heard his footsteps thudding down the stairs before hearing the front door open and then closed. I was alone and still tired. I dragged my eyes toward our bedside table and saw my phone.

Leaning over, I picked it up to check the time. It is 7:30 in the morning. It’s been up to two hours since John left the house. Placing the phone back down, I rolled over and sighed. Lifting the covers above my head, I closed my eyes.
Just a couple more hours.

I jerked awake, startled. My heart beating a mile a minute. Harsh thuds reverberated through the house. That was what it felt like to me. My head was beginning to pound as the sound of banging reached my ears.

What’s happening?

I quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed my phone, and dialed my husband’s line but it didn’t go through. I quietly shuffled out of my bedroom before nearing the entrance door.

As I approached it, I looked around in case something jumped out at me. I darted to the kitchen quickly. I didn’t want to die as an idiot without a weapon. I grabbed a kitchen knife and made my way to the front door, gripping both my phone and knife tightly. One of those things I learned from my husband. As a policeman, I have learned a lot of security measures from John.

When I got to the door, I called out in a deep voice, imitating a man.
“Who is there?” I looked out through the keyhole, and that was when I heaved a big sigh of relief. I quickly unlocked the door.

“Jesus, you really scared me, Gbenga.”

He stood there in a police uniform similar to that of my husband. Gbenga was older than John by a few years. However, he became a good friend to John and I when John joined the force. He was such a nice man from Ekiti State. I closed the door behind him when he walked in.

“Why were you pounding on the door like that? Is John in trouble?” I asked. It was then I remembered I didn’t even greet him first.

He simply smiled and giggled.

“Don't worry ma, your husband is safe but I'm running late. Johnson sent me to pick you up.” He said.

I still don’t know why Gbenga insists on calling John by his full name. But why would John send him?

“The DPO needs Johnson to join a patrol, and he said you need a ride to work. But it seems you don’t look ready,” Gbenga said and paused.

I glanced at the time on my phone and gasped.

“Damn! I’m running late already.” I handed the kitchen knife to Gbenga and ran inside the house as he followed me. I couldn’t believe I slept that long after John left the house. And if I don’t get dressed in about a few minutes, I would miss an appointment. It takes about thirty minutes to get to my workplace. It was unlike me to be late, never mind the fact that today may be the first.

The clothes I planned to wear were already set and neatly folded in my wardrobe. A thin sweater with a V-neck that didn’t show too much. A tan skirt that reached just about the tops of my ankles and had a small slit that stopped at the start of my thigh. And lastly, my tan heels and black purse.

After putting on my clothes, I ran inside the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn’t have time to do a full-face routine, but I made sure to wash it. No time for makeup except for gloss, then I was ready. This time, Gbenga was already waiting in front of the door. He was in a hurry.

“You could have sat in there,” I said, upset with myself for letting him stand.
“Please, ma, I have been sitting all day. I’m ok. Are you ready?”

I nodded and walked out of the house before shutting the door behind me. Then we both headed to his car. I would be riding in a police SUV today, I said to myself.

Gbenga opened the door for me and made sure I was in before shutting it and walking to the driver's side. He sat down, made sure I was buckled, then ignited the engine. We finally zoomed off on the tarred road.

Gbenga had dropped me off so many times when John couldn’t. Sometimes I didn’t mind, but today I kind of wanted to ride with my husband. Maybe I was being silly. Although I couldn’t help but think that whenever Gbenga takes me, I feel like John was avoiding me.

One, because Gbenga had taken me to work more times than John had. Two, I've told John so many times to get rid of the truck so we wouldn’t have to keep doing this. Lastly, well, I don’t have one. I just wanted my husband around me. But he was an officer of the law, so I shouldn’t be upset he can’t see me all the time.

I remember when he first started as an officer. We would always take drives together during his free time. Occasionally, we would kiss and do some stuff, that was when we were passionate. Gosh, it felt like it’s been so long since we’ve been us. I mean, it has been a while and quite frankly, I missed the old days. The days of us just being us and no one else.

“So….,”

Gbenga's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. “Johnson said you two are taking a break from having a child.”

I wasn’t surprised John told Gbenga, but I was shocked Gbenga had to talk about it before me.

“Yea, the process had been on us and I thought a break would do us some good. Maybe if we obsess over it less, then…,” I felt embarrassed having this conversation, but I had to cover myself. As much as I considered Gbenga a friend, he was John's first. Both men tell each other everything. A memory of John telling me something came to my mind: “It's a police thing, Mary. We’ve got each other’s backs.”

Gbenga cleared his throat. “I see. I hope it works out and then you both invite us for a party,” he laughed and I laughed, too.

“So, how have you been lately?” I asked, trying to steer away from the topic.
“Not bad, still missing my family,” he paused and I saw his countenance changed.

“I went to visit them recently at Ado Ekiti,” he added. I kinda felt bad hearing him say that. There I was trying not to have a child for John while Gbenga wished he had his kids, and family around.

“That’s great. You went to see them,” I enthused, knowing he didn’t want pity.
“How are they doing? Hope everything is fine?” The traffic light was red, so we stopped.

“They are all doing better than me,” he answered, resting his both hands on the steering.

“I’m glad you saw them and I'm happy to see you doing better day by day,” the light turned green. We continued our ride.

“Thank you, ma,” Gbenga said shortly.

We spent the next few minutes making small talk and listening to music. Gbenga tried playing some trash Nigerian hip hop but I smacked his hand away from the stereo and put on cool music. Johnny Drille began to blast through the speakers and I sang along. “How are you” (My friend) was the song we vibed to.
I saw Gbenga lightly bumping his head along the track. We jammed a few more times and the next thing I know, he pulled up to my workplace.

“That was fun. Thanks for the ride, Gbenga,” I told him sincerely.

“Anything you for, Missy. Hold on so I can open the door,” He unlocked his door, got out, and came around to my side. Opening my door, he extended his hand which I took, and helped me out of the SUV.

“Now, have a fantastic day at work, and be safe. I'll stay and I see you get inside.”
I giggled and then I turned to thank him again and waves him goodbye. He waved back to me.

I walked hastily towards the entrance of my workplace while he zoomed off.


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Episode 7

On the evening of that same day, around 7: 00 pm or thereabouts, the storm clouds were beginning to roll in. I was hungry and I had a migraine. My head was banging. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but It wasn’t this. The rain was coming with a heavy breeze. I needed a place to wait till the rain stops. My workplace was a bit far from home. Though I was supposed to be home hours ago but something beyond my control kept me back.

I had called John a million times to which I received no answer. I called Gbenga and his phone went straight to voicemail. Lastly, I resorted to calling a cab and Uber and both were unavailable. How unlucky could I be?

All the workers had to leave at some point and the place was locked. And it seemed none of them lived in the same neighborhood as mine and none came with their car. And if at all they came with it, no one wanted to risk going under that heavy storm with their car.

I couldn’t stand out on the curb all night and get caught in the rainstorm, so I decided to try and find shelter. Still my dful of the fact I was wearing heels due to the headache. I was honestly scared to walk out alone, but I tried not to show it. The area where I worked didn’t have many structures around it. There were hardly any homes or shops, and most of the stores were closed anyway.

It was almost 11 pm, the last time I checked before my phone went off. I knew there had to be a bus nearby or something, so I began walking in the direction I thought was in. I had walked about twenty minutes before the rain started pouring down harder.

Why was this happening to me at this late hour? Would I have to stand in the rain waiting for the bus? A bus hadn’t even passed by since I began walking.
Now that I thought about it, I thought I was wrong about where it was. I glanced around me to check my surroundings, but it was empty and dark. It was also getting harder to see in the rain and difficult to walk in heels. I speeded up my pace and walked down the street, looking for any kind of sign. Anything that would show directions to a bus route.

The rain finally stopped out of nowhere when more time passed. That was until it started to come down heavy again. There was no way someone could stay in this rain without getting hit by a car, slipping, or getting sick. I needed shelter first and as I looked, it seemed there was no way. I began to lose hope. That was until I sighted a signpost by the left far end.

I hasten up and walked in that direction and when I got there, I recognized some things. The area seemed familiar. As I drew closer, I saw a building with bright lights on. I became excited and rushed to the doors. I peeked inside and saw one man with his back turned at a bar of some sort. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t care. I pulled at the door handle, juggling it a little before realizing it was locked.

The rain came down harder at this point, I was drenched. I started knocking frantically on the door, beating it as hard as I could. I soon increased the attention of the man inside and he turned.

It's him! The waiter!

He looked about the same, yet he was dressed in casual clothing, not work attire. Although my eyes currently had rainwater in them, he still looked handsome. With his dark hair, clothes clinging to his muscled body, and flawless skin. He looked at me confused before rushing over, pulling the door open, and inviting me inside. I rushed in and as I turned to thank him, I noticed something different. Unlike the last time when he wore a cap, I could see his eyes more clearly. I thought his eyes were brown but in reality, they were whitish and beautiful.

Wrapping my arms around my waist to generate warmth, I thanked him. I was really shivering as my teeth clattered when I spoke.

The man stepped closer, his brows furrowed in worry. “I’ll be right back. I'll get you some towels,” he said quickly, then rushed to.. well, I just assumed he went behind the restaurant. I stood there shivering, wishing I was home in my bed while I waited.

The man returned shortly and gently wrapped the towel, around me. It also seemed he brought some clothes too as I saw him place them on the bar top.
“I don’t want to sound like crap, but I brought some extra clothes for you. They are big but it’s better than staying in wet clothes. You can change in the bathroom if you’d like. The bathroom door has a lock on it in case you feel unsafe.” I wasn’t keen on trusting a stranger but it seemed I didn’t have much of a choice. Unless I wanted to die of hyperthermia.

“Thank you,” I took the clothes and went as fast as I could to the bathroom. I locked the door, went into a stall, and locked that one too before changing. As he said, they were a bit big, but I managed to use one of my bobby pins to skillfully tighten the clothes so they wouldn’t fall. I was dressed in baggy sweatpants and a sweater. The clothes smelled masculine, none of that axe sprays that my husband used.

Thankfully, I grabbed my drenched clothes and towels and then headed out to properly thank the kind man. I was still cold but I had warmed up a little since putting on warm clothes.

Exiting the restroom, I noticed a lit fireplace on the other side with the man squatting in front, poking at it with a poker. I made my way toward him, stopping a few feet back. He glanced up at me when he heard my approach.

“Let me put a fire on for you since I'm sure you’re still cold.”
“Thank you so much!” I exclaimed with a small smile. “I'd be a goner in that storm. Do you have anything I can throw my clothes in?” I asked hesitantly. He stood up, taller than a giant, and smiled politely.

“Of course. I’ll get a bag. If you’re done with the towels, I’ll take them too.”
I nodded and handed the towels over. I tried not to look into his eyes for fear I’d get lost in them.

“Thanks,” he chuckled and I headed toward the fire. I heard his footsteps retreat toward the back and I sat down on one of the chairs that sat in front. It seemed he pulled it down for me as all the other chairs in the room were overturned and on the table. I also noticed a blanket sitting beside it and I picked up and pulled it over myself.

When I was there days ago, the restaurant seemed big but now empty. It was spacious tho. It seemed the place had room for everything. I hadn’t noticed the fireplace the first time I came with my husband. We must have been in a different section or something. Regardless, it was a wonderful sight.

The sound of footsteps broke me from my thoughts and he appeared again. This time he was carrying a bag for my clothes which he handed to me. I stuffed my clothes in there with another thank you thrown his way. I was very grateful. In a way, he saved me from being stuck in the rain.

“So, how come you were caught in this heavy rain?” he asked me still standing with his body angled toward the fire, but his eyes were on me.

“I work close by and my husband was supposed to pick me up, but he wasn’t answering my calls. I didn’t have anywhere to go, so, I tried to find a bus, but I got lost. That reminds me, do you have a phone or charger I could borrow? I need to call him. My phone went off earlier.” I explained when I saw the look in his eyes. I hope he doesn’t feel someway about asking to use a phone.

“You can use mine,” he digs inside his back pocket, pulling out his phone. I tried not to judge, but his phone seemed to be a new fancy model. However, I didn’t let that deter me from dialing a number I memorized. It didn’t even ring before I heard the sound of beeping in my ear. When I brought the phone before my face, I saw a message on the screen that said, “no service.”

The wind outside was whipping loud with speed.
“Ugh. Out of service,” I handed the phone back to him.
“Ouch,” I muttered.

I turned my attention back to the fire before looking back at the stranger (the waiter) again. He had tucked his phone back into his pocket, pulled down another chair, then sat beside me. Not too close to make me feel uncomfortable, but just enough for us to talk. I should have been nervous, but somehow I wasn’t. We'd say few words to each other, but I somewhat felt safe. His presence wasn’t domineering even though he was bigger and taller than me.

Maybe it was the scent of him that calmed me down, he smelled earthy-natural in smell good way. A hint of alcohol clinging to him, which was exactly what the clothes he gave me smelt like. They had to be his. It was taking much effort to not bring my shirt to my nose and inhale it.

“You said your husband was supposed to pick you up?” And you walked here, yourself?”

I nodded mutely, upset about the situation but I didn’t want to be mad at John, but I was stuck in rain with nowhere to go. What if something happened to me? What if I had met the wrong stranger?

Fear began creeping into my body, as I imagined a worse situation. It was dark outside and although the area wasn’t all bad, no one could tell what lurks at night. Taking a calming breath, I reminded myself there was nothing I could do now. I was safe and I’ll have to wait out this storm to get in contact with my husband. Speaking of the said stranger, I remembered something.

“I've been thanking you for the kindness you have shown me, but I don’t know your name,” I said as I looked at him awaiting an answer. He turned his eyes away from the fire as well then chuckled.

“I suppose I skipped introductions,” he laughed again before holding out his large hand. “The name is Abiola, but I usually go by Abbey. Makes it easier on people who can’t pronounce my name correctly,” he smiled at me as his eyes caught the firelight. He was just handsome. I knew men don’t like being complimented that much about their physical appearance but he was really good-looking with smooth skin. Even his name was perfect, it fit him. The shirt he wore clung to him. The expanse of his muscles underneath flashed, taunting me, knowing I couldn’t touch.

I have a husband, I reminded myself. I was just curious because I've never seen muscles on a man before. John was a skinny man until he wasn’t, which was when he joined the force. Now, he’s bigger with no muscles and a beer belly. I wasn’t turned off by my husband, per se, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to look fit.

Regardless, I loved my husband. It’s not as if I'm rocking in the weight department. John always told me how I was eating too much or going weight. I've tried many diets to keep him satisfied but he kept having to stop as they were taking a toll on my body.

“Abbey,” I tested his name and I must have pronounced it right because his smile expanded.

“I'm MaryJane, Mary for short,” I brought my small hand to his extended one clasping hands as I spoke. His hands were less calloused than I expected. His hands were soft. I thought working as a waiter and constantly moving things, his hands would be rough but they weren’t.

“Mary,” he said, trying to do the same thing I did earlier, testing my name in a rich, slik-like voice causing me to shiver.

“A beautiful name for a stunning woman,” he said in Yoruba. His tone was light as he spoke and the way he said those words stirred a feeling inside the pit of my stomach. I’m in trouble here! I said to myself.

This was a stranger for goodness sake and there I was, loving the way he called my name. Loving the way he spoke in his native tongue. A voice shouldn’t do this to me, more should I still have my heart captured in his. I was married. I am married!

The sound of thunder crashing could be heard from outside. Hopefully, the rain would so stop before this dude puts me in temptation!


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It’s been at least two hours and the rain showed no signs of stopping. Abbey and I were causally sharing a drink but we had moved a table in front of the fireplace. We now sat across from one another playing a card game. I had to say, he was horrible at this game. I had won five times in a row and my ego was rising with each win.

Nonetheless, Abbey held a smile on his face as he watched me shimmy in excitement. We laughed and it felt good. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. Not with friends or my husband, yet I was enjoying the company of a stranger. We had talked to one another for a while about the heavy downpour and how he had no way to go home.

The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed were charming. The budge of his Adam's apple as he swallowed harshly, his lips begging to be kissed, sucked on, trapped between my teeth as we… No, no. I am a married woman. Breaking the trance by removing my gaze, I dropped the cards.

“Um, I'll be right back,” I told him as I got up from the chair deciding to head to the bathroom. He cleared his throat and nodded.

As I walked toward the restroom, I could sense his eyes on me. It took all of my willpower to not look back at the man who stirred foreign feelings inside of me. I walked towards the sink. Turning it on, I lowered my hands to collect water before wetting my face. I did it once, twice, thrice just so I can get the image of Abbey out of my mind. He was dangerous in a way I wished he wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking with my head.

At this point, I couldn’t tell if my panties were wet from the rain earlier or from my reaction to Abbey. Everything about him was exquisite and he made me laugh. It’s been long since I've found something, no someone to laugh with. It was nice for a change. Something I longed for and hadn’t realized.

A drop of water fell onto my right hand causing me to look up. Moving my eyes up from the sink to the mirror, I took in my appearance, still dressed in Abbey's clothes, I looked warm. I felt warm and sad, but warm. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until I saw a tear streak and another tear falling beside it. Why am I crying? Is it bad that I don’t know the reason for my own tears?

Three knocks on the bathroom door had me wiping away at my eyes quickly. Abbey's voice called out to me cautiously. “Hey, Mary, the rain has died down and my phone now has service, so I figured you would want to make that call to your husband,” he said.

I couldn’t help but detect Abbey saying husband in an off tone. However, I chose to ignore it since I had bigger things to worry about such as facing John when I leave there, knowing I didn’t want to.

“I'll be right out soon!" I told him and I heard his footsteps fading away. I waited a minute or so before clasping my mouth with my right hand and beginning to sob, trying to be quiet as possible as I slid to the floor.

The phone rang loudly in my ear as I fiddled with my shorts. I was standing at the bar using Abbey's phone to call John. It was my fifth attempt at reaching him while Abbey patiently waited by the fireplace, giving me privacy. He was just a kind and understanding man.

I released an aggravated sigh as the call went to voicemail again. I tried to reach Gbenga and surprisingly he answered on the first ring.

“Hello, ma. To what I do owe the pleasure this hour?” his voice sounded raspy on the other hand, telling me he was asleep before I called.

“I'm so sorry, Gbenga, but I can’t reach John and I've been holed up at a restaurant during the rain. Have you heard from him before you left work?”

“What? He never came to pick you up? That man shaa…” he mumbled and I heard rusting on the other line. It seemed like someone said, “what's wrong with him?”

“Gbenga?”

“Just hold on, ma, I'll come to pick you up. Write me the address through text, and I’ll be on my way,” his accent was rougher than usual due to his waking up. I guess it was easier to retain his southern drawl when he was wide awake, not half asleep.

“Oh, you don’t have to bother yourself, Gbenga.”
“Wait there, I’ll see you soon,” he hung up.

I cradled the phone in my hand, texting Gbenga the address, before walking over to Abbey. He was sipping on his third bottle of alcohol, looking out at the fire.

When I approached, he turned his attention to me. “Is your husband coming?” He asked.

“No,” I told him, glancing away.” But his friend is coming.”
I sat down in the chair I occupied earlier, facing the fire as Abbey did.

Silence.

Where was John? This is why I was hesitant that he take my car to work. He wasn’t reliable as my partner, my husband. Was he even worried about me, about where I wa,s or who I was with? Did I not mean anything to him?

No. Don’t get worked up. Maybe something happened to him, something awful. There I was sitting with a handsome and kind stranger, laughing with him and John could be hurt. Or is this my mind trying to reach for my husband? I Hope John didn’t abandon me or forgot about me.

“Mary,” I heard him say.

Damn, this man needs to stop calling my name. I felt like a melting puddle of chocolate each time he called my name.

“Are you ok?” he asked when I faced him.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I lied through my teeth but he was a stranger. How could he know I was lying?

“Are you sure?” he spoke in Yoruba, his native language.

I nodded my head.

“You are crying, pretty woman.” He told me and I reached up and felt tears falling down my face.

I quickly wiped my eyes, I tried to hide away, turning my face. Gosh, this was embarrassing. The crying wife was vulnerable in front of a stranger.

“Pretty?” I chuckled ashamed and then sniffed.
“Abbey, don’t lie. I look messed up right now.”

I barely heard him move before I saw him standing right in front of me. He squatted down to my level and placed his index finger on my chin, gently turning me to face him. He used his other hand to wipe away a stray tear.

“You are far from a mess,” he said.

He was going to be the death of me. His scent was intoxicating and as I looked into the eyes of this beautiful man, I had goosebumps. In the act, he pressed closer to me to where we could feel each other's breath against our faces. Inhaling the rich scent of his clothes, I wanted to be nowhere else. I didn’t want to think about any outside forces including my husband's work or the thought of starting a family.

No, I wanted to be here, sharing the same air as the man who made my belly flutter with butterflies. The man who helped me laugh and smiled more than I have in the past year. I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. I just wanted him, Abbey. This man gazed at me as if I never had a husband, to begin with. I don’t know who moved first, but when we did, a fire had been stoked. It was as if lightning a candle for the first time.

Exciting, passionate, rushing as the heat rose. The way I felt now as Abbey took my oxygen and the heat between the apex of my thighs rose. And my heart beat faster than any other day, I was afraid it would fall out. But I knew if it did, I’d die happy. He was so warm as he explored my mouth with his tongue.

Unyielding, and restless, he held me steadily in his grasp. I was moaning as a fool as I gripped the back of his neck, holding on as my world spun. He let me breathe for a second before he parted my shaking lips once more.

I've never been kissed so wildly or held this tightly. One of his hands was on the back of my head and the other gripped my neck. His hold was gentle, but firm to ensure I couldn’t move unless he deemed it so. I was trembling, shaking in his hold as I tried to kiss him with as much vigor, but he had my submission and there wasn’t anything I could do.



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I had no inkling of what Abbey said, but my lower lips seemed to hardly care. This man was undeniably sexy. A knock interrupted my thoughts. Amid the kiss, both Abbey and I stopped what we were doing and glanced at the entrance of the restaurant.

“Mary!” I heard a muffled voice coming outside. The door to the restaurant wiggled as the person was trying to come in.

“Ma, you are in here?” The man yelled again!

Gbenga!

I was gripped with fear. Oh! God, did he see us? Heard us? I pulled away from Abbey as my eyes widened. I just kissed another man. No, not kissed, I made out with another man.

Oh! My God! I started tearing up and the door banged harder.
“Oh my God,” I whispered repeatedly freaking out. My hands were starting to shake as… rose to my throat. What did I do?

“Shh, shh, Mary,” glancing up, Gbenga placed a calming arm on my shoulder. He stood above me looking worried as I began to cry. I cheated. I..I cheated!!

“Mary, you need to calm down, you’ll cause yourself a panic attack!”
I had to steady my breathing, but my heart was beating too fast. I felt faint. I've never cheated, never had the thought, never! I jumped as three more bangs ran through the room. Abbey didn’t seem too concerned about Gbenga as he kept his eyes on me.

“I don’t know what to do. I've never done this before,” I told him looking up as I continued to cry.

“First thing you’ll want to do is calm down, Mary.”
Deep breaths. We breathed together, slowly. It took about a minute before my heart slowed down.

“Next, I want you to freshen up in the restroom. I'll handle your friend.” He helped me out of the chair, then walked with me toward the restroom, gently guiding my hands. “He won’t know,” I told him worriedly.

Damn, I wasn’t just worried, I was scared. Pausing, Abbey looked down straight into my eyes before speaking. His eyes hardened.

“Would your husband hurt you if he founds our? I shook my head. And his friend? Do you feel safe with him?” He asked to which I shook my head too.
“Say something, Mary.”

“No, no he wouldn’t hurt me and I feel safe with Gbenga,” he nodded and we carried on.

“Everything will be fine. Just freshen up. He won’t suspect a thing,” Abbey said before planting a small kiss on my forehead and walking away.

I walked as fast as possible. My hair was a little out of place not I could blame that on being caught in the rain. My fave needed work seeing as my eyes were rimmed red from tears. I used the water from the faucet to wipe my face. I could hear the voices of Gbenga and Abbey, but I couldn’t tell exactly what they were saying. I couldn’t believe that I was getting tongues by Abbey just minutes ago. I felt so cheap for allowing him to take advantage of my weakness. A man who wasn’t my husband. I felt horrible for betraying my husband.

Although he doesn’t know, I was wrong, and yet, despite the situation, I found myself in, a part of me craved more for Abbey. My body could still feel the ghosts of his touch and his lips still smell him as of he was right in front of me. What a very dangerous man. Realizing I was taking a longer time than needed, I took a deep breath before walking out of the room.

When I lifted my eyes, I saw Gbenga holding a bottle of drink and chatting away with Abbey as they sat at the bar. I smiled hesitantly at the two as I approached them. Gbenga saw me first and smiled through his tiredness.

“Hello, ma,” he grinned as I came closer. He placed his cap down on the bar before meeting me halfway, opening his arm to hug me. “I’m glad you’re sage!” Hugging him back I perked around him to see Abbey staring. He winked at me before smiling slightly.

“Thank you. I'm so sorry about waking you up…”
“Never be sorry for needing help, ma. I'm just glad this man helped you out,” he said, turning around to Abbey.

“It’s what anyone would do,” said Gbenga with a shrug.
“That's if you’re lucky,” said Abbey and I laughed nervously. “Do you need a ride too?” Gbenga turned to Abbey.

“Uh-no, my friend should be on his way to pick me up. Thank you.”
Gbenga walked to Anbet while bye talked and when he got there, he tapped him on the shoulder, “thank you for saving my friend, and don’t hesitate to call on me if you get into trouble,” Gbenga said and paused. But he never told Abbey he was a policeman.

The duo shook hands and Gbenga gave me a look telling me it was time to go. I nodded and then told him I’d be right behind him as he exited the restaurant. As soon as we were out, Abbey spoke, “Your friend is quite a character,” he said jokingly in Yoruba.

“Yes, she is. I know,” Gbenga smiled lightly.
Abbey walked quickly toward me, I took a small step back when he got too close. Gbenga was on his way to reverse his car.

“Mary,” Abbey said in a low tone. I shook my head.
“What happens was a….”

“Don’t say that, please.. You don’t even know me,” I said stepping back and he followed my steps.

“I want to!” He countered to which I shook my head again. I couldn’t be selfish to destroy our marriage.

“As friends, we can get to know each other,” Abbey insisted, his eyes flashed with mine, his gaze full of heat, causing a shiver to run down my spine and my panties dampened. I was helpless.

“Ok,” I whispered and my word hung in the air between us. The sound of a horn honking jerked us from our intense stare. Abbey dug in his front pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to me. “That’s my number,” he stretched his hand out. I grabbed it hesitantly before looking up at him again. “You know I would take it?” I asked jokingly.

He shook his head, “No, I prayed you would.”
Gbenga's car honked again.

“Goodbye, Mary,” he said.

It pained me as we pulled away. I didn’t want to leave, but I held onto the paper, knowing I would see him again. But only as a friend. Tucking the note into my pocket, I grabbed my stuff that was laid out on the counter and left.
Stopping at the door, I turned to look at him one more time, his eyes were already staring deeply at me and I smiled shyly.

“Goodbye, Abbey.”

~ Abbey's POV ~

Water pelting down my body from the shower I was under. My lips stuttered as my left hand gripped my cock firmly while my right hand lay on the wall to hold me steady as I pumped myself consciously. The image of the pretty damsel, Mary caused my body to shudder in pleasure. Her curved, but little figure and smooth brown skin. Her beautiful hair that I wanted to grip my hand as I kissed her luscious lips.

The memory of her seeped into my brain. The way my heart thumped loudly inside my chest when I saw her. The electricity I felt when our eyes connected at the restaurant. The lilting sound of her voice when we spoke for the first time. I couldn’t believe I was feeling this way toward a strange. I couldn’t believe I would see her again, and this time drenched, her clothes clinging to every curve on her body. I tried not to stare too hard as to not come off as a creep, but my eyes couldn’t help but linger.

Though I tried positioning my body in certain ways so she wouldn’t be put off, I made sure to give her enough space to make her feel comfortable and safe. I didn’t want her to think I had ill intentions.

As we spent more time together through the night, I noticed I tried my best to ignore it; it seemed impossible. And when we played a card game, I found her pleasurable to be around. I enjoyed seeing her become competitive over a game. Her eyes sparkled in delight when she won and her a boisterous laugh when I acted upset. I loved seeing her smile light up the place and I chose to lose to Mary every game.

Then, when the rain stopped, I found myself becoming upset. I didn’t want to see her leave again. She was a cool person to be around. Then she stood by the bar calling for her husband but he never answered. I really didn’t want her to leave after seeing her filled with such disappointment. I tried not to put my nose into her personal affairs, but I couldn’t help but be concerned. What kind of man doesn’t make sure his wife is okay when she isn’t home? Anything could have happened to her when she was out in the rain.

What if I hadn’t been there? Under no circumstances did I want to take advantage of her situation, but seeing this woman so sad did some things to me. I didn’t want to see tears on her face. This woman should never be crying unless in happiness or ecstasy.

The only thing I wanted to accomplish that night was to provide comfort. Even though I was a stranger, when our eyes clashed together, we were so close, I couldn’t help myself.

Now, here I am, stroking my d!ck under the streams of the shower and remembering the taste of Mary's lips. How she responded to me as I f*cked her mouth with my tongue. A groan escaped me as I thought of the wag she said my name. I could only imagine how it would feel if I had my length inside of her. Would she moan my name over and over? Cream on me as I suckled her boobs?

Damn! I was completely in the world of lust, consumed by Mary's image; the constant image of us together in different positions brought me to my high, stream of cum shot oppo out of my d!ck as I came. I could hardly think straight as I took a deep breath.

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Episode 10


~ Mary’s POV ~

I Had Just Five Days

Five days until John and I went to see a fertility specialist. I had heard John schedule an appointment a week ago. To say I was freaking out would be an understatement. The thought of going to the appointment had my heart racing. Then my racing heart would trigger small panic attacks. Luckily, most occurred when John wasn’t home. They mainly happened when I had nothing to do except listen to my thoughts. I hardly slept, usually due to anxiety. I was trying to remain calm and happy on the outside. But inside of me, I felt uneasy and, albeit, guilty.

I spent much of my thoughts thinking about having a child with John. Whether he would find out my secret stash of plan B pills, or he would find out I cheated by kissing a stranger. He would only know if he suspected something or found the note Abbey had given me. The note I carried with me everywhere. As foolish as it sounds, I had nowhere else to put it. I wanted to call him but at the same time, I couldn’t. I was a wife who wasn’t sure whether I wanted to have a child with my husband. Yet, I was so tempted to call the man to hear his voice just so I could remember his touch.

I'm so ashamed to say that when I was alone, I pleasured myself in many ways by thinking of Abbey. What kind of wife spends her days bringing herself to ecstasy at the thought of another man? The thought of his lips on mine as I felt butterflies in my belly. The memory of his hand gripping my throat so I wouldn’t escape him. I was so engrossed in my fantasies of him.

There came one fateful day my husband arrived home unannounced. He found me lying on our bed with my legs splayed open, moaning in pure bliss. Two of my fingers rubbed my clit as my right hand played with my breasts. When he spoke suddenly, I screamed withdrawing my fingers from myself.

Despite my shock and embarrassment, John took my being vulnerable as an invitation. He spent the next hour sexing me from behind, taking pleasure from my body. I wasn’t even enjoying it but the sudden image of Abbey appeared. Suddenly I was getting wet and turned on as John thrust inside of me. For the first time in years, John made me cum that night. More like my imagination had.

I felt irritated after we had stopped. I was John's wife, not Abbey's.
Damn, I wasn’t Abbey's at all. We only shared a single kiss. But the kiss we shared was like no other. I had never experienced a kiss so full of desire. Neither has a man ever looked at me the way Abbey did as if I was the only woman on earth.

Although I loved John, he had never looked at me in such a way. Not as a girlfriend and not as his wife. Does it mean our love was lost? Our fire? It was as if I was having a constant battle with myself. I love John with all my heart, but the way I felt with Abbey for one night, was inexplicable.

Gbenga had said that we could be friends, but could we? I knew we would be close to crossing a line, but I wanted to be selfish. I knew this makes me a terrible wife until recently. Maybe, just maybe, I can be greedy. Just this once. I won’t cheat on John again, but maybe I could see Abbey one last time. Just to get him out of my system.

Holding the note in my left hand, I reached for my phone with my right hand. I knew John wouldn’t be home until late and I could pick up takeout on my way home. Decision made, I began dialing Abbey's number.

***

The sun was still rising, the trees stood tall as a warm breeze ruffled their leaves. The atmosphere there was peaceful and safe with a few children laughing in the playground. Their parents watched them closely as they talked with one another. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, it was a solemn sight to see. It had me wondering about my future. If I would be a great mom since I was already a poor wife? I was there, sitting on a bench, waiting for Abbey to arrive.

I was meeting a man who wasn’t my husband. A man who made me feel things I shouldn’t as a married woman. A large part of me wanted to run and go back home, possibly forgetting ever meeting this man. And go back to my mundane life of being John's wife. Would he ever forgive me if he found out?

My husband had quite the temper that’s developed over the years. He had episodes where he would get upset and ignored me. Or sometimes he’d yell, scream, or be ignorant. But those I can tolerate. I knew how to appease him and make him less angry with my body. But would that be enough if he caught on?

No, there's nothing to catch on to, Abbey and I are just friends, I said to myself.

And there he was, the man himself walking toward me. He looked as dashing as ever, even more than my fantasies. His black hair swayed along with the breeze as he took long, confident strides toward me. It was as if time had stopped, yet he was the only one moving; fast, trying to race with the wind to reach me first. I felt my eyes widen slightly as he became closer.

Oh! God, should I stand or sit?

I wasn’t sure what to do out of frazzled nerves. I wanted to see him so badly, but there I was rethinking. He looked delicious, dressed in denim jeans and a shirt with three buttons open. It was an upgrade from his work attire, but even then he looked just as attractive as he does now. I grew self-conscious of how I looked dressed in a plain yellow dress. I had my hair in a bun so they wouldn’t get in my face.

I hope I looked nice enough for him.

No, what am I saying? He said we could be friends which I agreed with at first. Earlier, I decided that today would be my last day seeing him instead. Just to get him out of my system. Besides, maybe he’s a terrible person outside of being a server. Or he only kissed me that night because he felt bad that I was sad. Maybe he agreed to be friends because he thought I was lonely. Yet, as I tried to paint him badly in my mind, I knew it was wrong.

I was trying to convince my heart to stop feeling for a stranger. I knew those thoughts were trash, and I wanted him as badly as it seemed he wanted me.
But was it just lust?

Too caught up in my head, I didn’t notice Abbey standing right in front of me. That was until I smelled the manly scent of vanilla. And his shadow blocked the sunlight that was tanning my skin. Looking up, his eyes glowed brightly in the early afternoon as smiled down at me.

“Mary,” his voice was like silk, easily liquefying me.

Just from inhaling his intoxicating scent and hearing the words that came out of his mouth, I had only one thought. How could we just be friends? I stood up abruptly, causing him to take a step back. The top of my head barely reached his collarbone. I was face to face with his seemingly ripped chest that was covered by his shirt. Swallowing harshly, it took everything in me to pull my gaze away.

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~ Mary’s POV ~

I Had Just Five Days

Five days until John and I went to see a fertility specialist. I had heard John schedule an appointment a week ago. To say I was freaking out would be an understatement. The thought of going to the appointment had my heart racing. Then my racing heart would trigger small panic attacks. Luckily, most occurred when John wasn’t home. They mainly happened when I had nothing to do except listen to my thoughts. I hardly slept, usually due to anxiety. I was trying to remain calm and happy on the outside. But inside of me, I felt uneasy and, albeit, guilty.

I spent much of my thoughts thinking about having a child with John. Whether he would find out my secret stash of plan B pills, or he would find out I cheated by kissing a stranger. He would only know if he suspected something or found the note Abbey had given me. The note I carried with me everywhere. As foolish as it sounds, I had nowhere else to put it. I wanted to call him but at the same time, I couldn’t. I was a wife who wasn’t sure whether I wanted to have a child with my husband. Yet, I was so tempted to call the man to hear his voice just so I could remember his touch.

I'm so ashamed to say that when I was alone, I pleasured myself in many ways by thinking of Abbey. What kind of wife spends her days bringing herself to ecstasy at the thought of another man? The thought of his lips on mine as I felt butterflies in my belly. The memory of his hand gripping my throat so I wouldn’t escape him. I was so engrossed in my fantasies of him.

There came one fateful day my husband arrived home unannounced. He found me lying on our bed with my legs splayed open, moaning in pure bliss. Two of my fingers rubbed my clit as my right hand played with my breasts. When he spoke suddenly, I screamed withdrawing my fingers from myself.

Despite my shock and embarrassment, John took my being vulnerable as an invitation. He spent the next hour sexing me from behind, taking pleasure from my body. I wasn’t even enjoying it but the sudden image of Abbey appeared. Suddenly I was getting wet and turned on as John thrust inside of me. For the first time in years, John made me cum that night. More like my imagination had.

I felt irritated after we had stopped. I was John's wife, not Abbey's.
Damn, I wasn’t Abbey's at all. We only shared a single kiss. But the kiss we shared was like no other. I had never experienced a kiss so full of desire. Neither has a man ever looked at me the way Abbey did as if I was the only woman on earth.

Although I loved John, he had never looked at me in such a way. Not as a girlfriend and not as his wife. Does it mean our love was lost? Our fire? It was as if I was having a constant battle with myself. I love John with all my heart, but the way I felt with Abbey for one night, was inexplicable.

Gbenga had said that we could be friends, but could we? I knew we would be close to crossing a line, but I wanted to be selfish. I knew this makes me a terrible wife until recently. Maybe, just maybe, I can be greedy. Just this once. I won’t cheat on John again, but maybe I could see Abbey one last time. Just to get him out of my system.

Holding the note in my left hand, I reached for my phone with my right hand. I knew John wouldn’t be home until late and I could pick up takeout on my way home. Decision made, I began dialing Abbey's number.

***

The sun was still rising, the trees stood tall as a warm breeze ruffled their leaves. The atmosphere there was peaceful and safe with a few children laughing in the playground. Their parents watched them closely as they talked with one another. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, it was a solemn sight to see. It had me wondering about my future. If I would be a great mom since I was already a poor wife? I was there, sitting on a bench, waiting for Abbey to arrive.

I was meeting a man who wasn’t my husband. A man who made me feel things I shouldn’t as a married woman. A large part of me wanted to run and go back home, possibly forgetting ever meeting this man. And go back to my mundane life of being John's wife. Would he ever forgive me if he found out?

My husband had quite the temper that’s developed over the years. He had episodes where he would get upset and ignored me. Or sometimes he’d yell, scream, or be ignorant. But those I can tolerate. I knew how to appease him and make him less angry with my body. But would that be enough if he caught on?

No, there's nothing to catch on to, Abbey and I are just friends, I said to myself.

And there he was, the man himself walking toward me. He looked as dashing as ever, even more than my fantasies. His black hair swayed along with the breeze as he took long, confident strides toward me. It was as if time had stopped, yet he was the only one moving; fast, trying to race with the wind to reach me first. I felt my eyes widen slightly as he became closer.

Oh! God, should I stand or sit?

I wasn’t sure what to do out of frazzled nerves. I wanted to see him so badly, but there I was rethinking. He looked delicious, dressed in denim jeans and a shirt with three buttons open. It was an upgrade from his work attire, but even then he looked just as attractive as he does now. I grew self-conscious of how I looked dressed in a plain yellow dress. I had my hair in a bun so they wouldn’t get in my face.

I hope I looked nice enough for him.

No, what am I saying? He said we could be friends which I agreed with at first. Earlier, I decided that today would be my last day seeing him instead. Just to get him out of my system. Besides, maybe he’s a terrible person outside of being a server. Or he only kissed me that night because he felt bad that I was sad. Maybe he agreed to be friends because he thought I was lonely. Yet, as I tried to paint him badly in my mind, I knew it was wrong.

I was trying to convince my heart to stop feeling for a stranger. I knew those thoughts were trash, and I wanted him as badly as it seemed he wanted me.
But was it just lust?

Too caught up in my head, I didn’t notice Abbey standing right in front of me. That was until I smelled the manly scent of vanilla. And his shadow blocked the sunlight that was tanning my skin. Looking up, his eyes glowed brightly in the early afternoon as smiled down at me.

“Mary,” his voice was like silk, easily liquefying me.

Just from inhaling his intoxicating scent and hearing the words that came out of his mouth, I had only one thought. How could we just be friends? I stood up abruptly, causing him to take a step back. The top of my head barely reached his collarbone. I was face to face with his seemingly ripped chest that was covered by his shirt. Swallowing harshly, it took everything in me to pull my gaze away.

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Episode 11

~ Mary's POV ~

I..I think this was a mistake,” I told him, wrangling my hands nervously punched myself in the gut. I was awful for taking away his smile.

“Did I say something wrong?” his tone dipped in concern. I shook my head, and then nodded yes, and then no again.

“Mary, you’re giving me mixed signals here.”
“I'm sorry,” I blurted out.

“I’m just nervous. You make me nervous,” I said, chancing at him through my lashes before looking down at my hands. I heard him chuckle and saw his muscle flex beneath his shirt. He placed a hand under my chin to lift it toward him, gently.

“You make me nervous, too,” he said.

I smiled shakily at him as I tried to calm myself. He was just a charming man, nothing more. Yet the loud thumps of my heart spoke differently. I had no idea how this man had such a powerful effect on me. We knew next to nothing about one another, and somehow he had the power to make my stomach flutter.

“Besides, it would suck to waste the food I brought us,” he said, removing his hand from my chin before holding up his hand from my chin and before holding up a bag in his other hand. I was surprised because I didn’t notice it when he was walking toward me earlier.

“You brought food?” I asked, surprised. I mean, I skipped breakfast today out of nerves. It would be nice to eat something. My stomach mumbled lightly in agreement.

“Well, I figured since we were meeting at a Park, we could have a picnic of sorts,” he paused, looking sheepish. “If that’s alright with you,” I was awed by the look on his face.

Abbey stood in front of me looking the tiniest but uncertain as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. It was a change from the confident swagger he showed only moments before. He was so thoughtful and cute.

“I would love that,” I told him honestly.
“There's a canopy with tables on the other side.”

We walked together, with Abbey a step behind me. When we talked on the phone earlier, Abbey confessed he wasn’t familiar with the area. I guess it was only natural I take lead since I've been here a few times. Additionally, I had to pick a place far enough away from where I lived, just in case.

Reaching the large canopy, the picnic tables were empty and surprisingly clean. There was a grill at the entrance for parties to use. Still, in step behind me, I chose a random table for us to sit at. Abbey placed the bag down on the table before opening its contents. It seemed he brought Chinese food for us to eat.

“I forgot to ask you what you wanted to eat, so I went and ordered an assortment of things,” he said, pulling out shrimp rice, chicken fried rice, beef and broccoli, and shrimp rolls. He surprised me with the amount of food he brought along with four bottles of water. Although I knew I wouldn’t be able to eat as much.

“I hope this is okay.”
“It's fine, thank you, Abbey. I actually like everything you picked out,” I told him and he grinned, satisfied with himself.

He pulled a few empty containers out of the bag, handing two to me, and leaving the napkins in the bag along with the variety of sauce and utensils. I wanted until he was sitting across from me, before helping myself to a bit of everything but keeping my portions light.

Scopping a little of each dish into my empty container. Abbey had done the same except his food had way more than mine. For a while, we are in comfortable silence.

Watching the sun gets brighter as the minutes ticked by. The bird chirped while the air grow warmer in the weather. Choosing not to think about something so hindering, I decided to enjoy the moment. The slight breeze glided across my skin as it went by causing the scent of Chinese food to waft through the air along with the inviting smell of Abbey.

Despite the Chinese food having a strong smell, it was near impossible to not smell Abbey. I tried as I might to distract myself, but my entire being couldn’t help but remain focused on him.

He smelled so good, so sweet and masculine. Whatever cologne he had on, made me want to stick to his skin like glue. Just so I could inhale his scent and hold deeply into his eyes. I’ve never felt such a pull toward a man. And what a magnificent man Abbey was. Not just in his looks, but his mannerisms, too.

Remembering the night of the rain, I recall him keeping a safe distance from me until we kissed. He made sure I was okay the whole night and provided comfort to me. How did I get so lucky?

“Thank you for the food,” I said sincerely, stuffed from my small portion. Abbey scarfed down a few more bites before his container was empty too.

“Anytime, Mary. You’re most welcome,” he then grabbed a bottle of water, handing me one before he grabbed his own. Unscrewing the cap, I took a few sips out of thirst as he did. Then he closed the bottle again while I sat mine down. Clasping his hands on the table, he asked, “Do you mind if we talk about that night?”

My face began to heat up under his stare before speaking hesitantly, “I suppose we shouldn’t, but,” I paused before meeting his stare. “I don’t want you to think I have a habit of cheating. That night was new to me.”
“Me too,” he said quietly. “I don’t have a bad streak of kissing married women.”
Boom! The conversation began.

“But that night,” he spoke again. “I felt something between us.” He admitted, causing me to avert my gaze.

“Abiola…”

“Yes, I knew you felt it, sensed the connection between us,” he pressed his words spoken calmly. I did feel it. I felt it in the past two weeks since I’ve been coming on my fingers at the thought of him.

“Lie to me, Mary. Tell me you didn’t share the same feelings I had.
The silence hung around us. I was scared to answer. Too afraid to admit the truth to him. When I had yet to respond, he slid his hand across the table to hold unto mine. His hold was gentle but firm and pleasant. He swiped his thumb over my knuckles in a soothing manner. And as I looked back into his eyes, I couldn’t keep the truth in.

“I can’t,” I whispered, a lone tear escaping me.
Abbey reached up, using his other hand, and wiped it away. “I don’t want to betray my husband, but I can’t get you out of my head. No one’s…” I stopped before I say too much.

“No one’s what?” he asked as his brow furrowed in a mix of concern and confusion. I shook my head, deciding to drop it. He left it alone before speaking.

“I have never been drawn to a woman in this manner before. More from one look, and certainly not from a single kiss. When I saw you in the restaurant for the first time, I was going to come up to you. As unprofessional as it sounds,” he added.
My breath escaped me as I gasped lowly.

“Really?” I asked incredulously, and he grinned.
“Don’t act so surprised, Mary. You bewitched me the moment I saw you walk through the door.”

Don’t smile, don’t smile, I continued the mantra in my head, fighting hard not to smile at his words. But it was too late. I was beaming under like a silly fool.
“Bewitched you? Really? How do you have this intense effect on me?”

His grin got larger, happily. As if he was proud that I had such a reaction to him.
“Believe me, Mary, when I say you have a greater effect on me,” I scoffed. “If you placed a hand on my heart, you would feel it thundering in my chest. Every time you look at me, it jumps aster.”

“Ok, Mr. Smooth,” sarcasm laved on my tone.
We laughed a little before moving from his seat and sitting beside me. He then took my hand in his and placed it on his chest where his heart was located. Indeed his heart was beating erratically. A part of me thought he should think about seeing a doctor, but he flattered me. I kept my hand on his chest as I glanced up. Our eyes locked instantly, and it was as if magnetic energy drew us closer together.

“Oh,” was all I could come up with.
Too caught in a trance to say much and it appeared Abbey felt the same. His eyes sparkled as they stared back at me, full of desire and want.

“I've been dreaming of feeling your lips on mine again since that night,” he said, referring back to the rainy night.

“We agreed on friends,” I muttered, but I still didn’t pull away.
“I know,” he leaned in closer to me, my wrist still in his grip. But I want to kiss you first distasteful on his tongue. I knew why, but I didn’t know enough about him to risk my marriage. Not that I wanted to risk my marriage, I think.

“And you never cared to ask about how my husband and I battled the previous night. Did you?”

“I forgot. What happened to him? I remember his phone wasn’t connecting that night. Did you meet him when you arrived?”

“No, he wasn’t. It would have been horrible if he was.”
“You mean your husband slept outside?” he asked bewildered.

“My husband is an officer. A policeman,” I answered.
“Oh! I never knew….”

“Now, you know. That very night we went for an emergency and couldn’t come back, he came back later the next day. He would only find out if Gbenga mentioned it to him which I don’t think he would..”

“Who's Gbenga? The man that drove you home that night?”
“Yes, Gbenga is his friend and also an officer.”
“Oh! Okay. I hope he keeps his mouth shut.”

Silence.

So, one last kiss,” he whispered, and moved closer. Our lips nearly bridged one another's.
“To seal the deal.”

He nodded. “To seal the deal.”

I sniffed slightly, breathing in his intoxicating scent as he heaved in and captured my lips with his. The feel of his lips against mine had me folding, succumbing to the sweet kiss. Still holding onto my wait. While I brought my hand to his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles underneath.

When he saw the look on my face, I saw him but back a smile. "We agreed to one last kiss. To seal the deal."

He reminded me as much as I wanted to argue against it and demand more. I knew it wouldn't be fair to him, myself, or my husband. Maybe our last kiss wasn't a good idea.
Then again, I didn't regret kissing him which was shocking. I wanted to kiss him more. My husband wasn't much of a good kisser. In fact, I didn't have a lot of pleasurable experiences with the man I had given all my first to. Abbey was exceptional.

Gosh, what's wrong with me?

Here I am thinking about kissing Abbey again when I said I wouldn't see him again. I was married for God's. But I don't think I could live the rest of my days without getting to know him at least, as friends, of course. So with heavy and damp panties, I replied half-heartedly, "To seal the deal."

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Episode 12

~ Mary's POV ~

When I had gotten home last night, John didn’t suspect a thing. I pretended as if it was an ordinary day save for the fact I brought home fast food. He wasn’t too excited that I didn’t make a home-cooked meal, but I explained I had a long day. He didn’t say much else as he sat on the couch eating and drinking his beer. I made sure I brought some home this time so he wouldn’t be upset.

***
Today, Abbey and I planned to meet again. This time, we'd be meeting entirely as friends. The word sounded bitter in my mind each time I thought of us. Nevertheless, there was nothing I could do seeing that I was married. Despite the circumstances, I was still excited to see him. Though I did my best to not show it while making John breakfast.

Finishing the fried eggs and noodles I made for John, I placed the food on a plate. I then popped a piece of bread into the toaster. Waiting for the bread to turn into toast, I went to the refrigerator. Pulling open the door, I reached inside, grabbing the orange juice and butter.

Soon enough, I was pouring the juice into the cup and the toast popped up, signaling it was ready. I spread the butter evenly on the piece of toast despite my burning hands, then placed it on a plate. I grabbed both the orange juice and plate of food before making my way to the dining room table. Placing the food and juice down, I glanced as John walked to me. He was wearing his police uniform, but he had yet to put on his shoes. Instead, he had them in his hand as he walked into the kitchen.

He gave me a brief look before sitting in his seat without saying a word. I took that as my cue to begin cleaning the kitchen. I started sweeping first, the dishes next, and finally, I got to wipe the counters. As I did my daily routine, I wasn’t thinking of anything. That was until I felt one hand grip my waist while the other traveled down my thigh.

“John,” I breathed, pausing from my work.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”

He trailed kisses up my neck. I tilted my neck in response and a small sigh escaped me.

“You'll be late for work,” I told him softly.
He groaned low in his throat before backing away.

“You’re right,” he said and then turned me around suddenly.
“I'll be working late today, so don’t wait up.” I nodded, and he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Putting on his shoes, he grabbed my car keys since his were faulty, then walked out. I watched him exit and even made sure he pulled away before breathing a sigh of relief.

Now, it was time for me to get ready, so I could meet Abbey for brunch. Rushing out of the kitchen, I went in to take a shower.

***

This time, Abbey chose where to meet at. He claimed he found a cozy breakfast spot he thought I would like. Upon arriving in an Uber, I paid the Uber, then got out. A large brown building stood in front of me. I pulled out my phone to make sure I had the right place when I heard my name being called.

Looking up, I saw that it was Abbey who called me. He wore a smile as he approached, dressed in plain trousers and a tee shirt that showcased his muscles. We dressed similarly. I had on short sleeves and a white colored dress shirt that was tucked into a light brown skirt. I also decided to wear heels just to try something different. Though I had a flip-flop shoved into my purse. A loose smile came across my lips.

“Hi,” I raised my hand to wave at him. I could have done better than a wave. Gosh, I was so awkward. I knew I shouldn’t be because we had a fun time yesterday, but he made me so nervous. Once he reached me, he leaned in for a quick hug.

“Hi,” he said, encasing me in his warmth. The scent of him made me want to stay in his arms forever. At last, all things come to an end. Letting me go, he grinned at me. “Are you ready to go in? I think you might like this place,” I nodded, placing my hand in his.

When we walked inside the double doors, Abbey talked to the host while I glanced around. It was almost like a lounge with a bar near the back. People were sitting at tables talking, eating, and drinking. The setting teetered between causal and somewhat fancy. I was happy about the clothing I decided to wear today. I didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. A hand brushed against my back and I turned.

“Ready?” Abbey asked me. I smiled up at him and he nodded at the host to lead us. Abbey had me placed in front of him as we walked. Following the host, they took us upstairs and there we met with a cool breeze and the sun shining. We were on the rooftop of the restaurant. It was just as delicate as inside, but it had a small bar by the entrance.

The host led us to our seats that had a view before she set our menu down, wishing us a good day. Being the gentleman he was, Abbey pulled out my chair for me and then backs in once I sat down. He then took his seat opposite me.

“Wow,” I said amazed. “The view is really nice up here,” looking at the landscape before me, I saw buildings from miles away. I also saw the people below bustling around the streets. The weather was beautiful; it was warmer and the sun was shining more.

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied with a small smile. “I thought this would be a good place to get to know each other more. Unlike yesterday, we both laughed, recalling the events that happened. Instead of asking basic questions, we didn’t talk about anything serious.

A server came and asked us what we wanted to drink. Once we told her, she went to grab them.

“So, Abbey,” he glanced up. “Are you the manager at the restaurant you work?” I had been wondering about that since we met. He acted differently than a regular waiter as if he were the one in charge.

He cleared his throat, “Actually, I don’t work there,” he paused and lifted my eyes to him in question. “My parents own it and I was just volunteering. My parents went on vacation and wanted me to oversee the business.”

“Oh wow. You must have a business degree if your parents trust you to run a restaurant.” I placed the menu down. I hope I didn’t sound sooty or something.

“It’s fine and you are right, I do have a business degree. I am a business owner who owns a multitude of companies around the country. But it’s not just me who runs said businesses. My best friend and I partnered up and we run them together.”

“That’s amazing! Your parents must be proud of you.”
“Thank you, my parents are trying to see my younger brother up to take over the restaurant when they retire.” He said, and I could tell he was fond of his family. His smile lit up when he mentioned them.

“A family full of business owners,” I commented. “That's impressive.”
“What about you?” he asked me.

“I’m a tech woman and also a therapist who services children and young adults,” I told him, seeing our server return with drinks. He placed them down on the table before taking our orders. After he left, we returned to our conversation.

“I knew you had a good heart,” he complimented and I ducked my head embarrassed but flattered. “What made you go into that field?” he added.

“Well, I didn’t have parents growing up,” I started and when I got a confused look in return, I told him, “I’m an orphan.”
“I'm sorry about that,” his tone was sincere as our eyes met.

“Thank you,” I paused. “I used to bounce between different foster homes, never really being placed in the right one. It takes a toll on kids who grow into adults especially when there aren’t resources out there to help them. At least, that’s how it was when I was growing up. Now, I can make a difference today.”

After a beat of silence, he spoke with an edge of awe in his voice, “You're inspiring, you know that?”

“Abbey…”
“Yeah, it’s true,” he shrugged. Have you tried to find out who your real parents are?” he asked cautiously.

“I wanted to do so after I graduated from secondary school but then I went to Uni and that was…well, I didn’t have the best time. Then at some point, I just decided to forget about it.” I felt his mood dampen a bit with my sob story. I didn’t sense any disturbance from Abbey due to my hindrance of the conversation. Maybe it was just me in my own head. I had a tendency to overthink things.

The food arrived shortly, and it looked delicious. We began to eat quietly in comfortable silence before I took a bit of my buttermilk waffle. A moan unintentionally escaped me as I ate a piece. It wasn’t just the waffle itself that brought me to heaven, but the strawberry butter that was on it. I took another bite just to ensure I wasn’t tripping. The waffle hit my tongue along with the butter, and I was gone. What did they really put in this? It took everything in me to eat slowly as I chewed.

My eyes fluttered as I spread more of the butter along the waffle. At this point, I was close to just eating the butter alone. The sound of deep chuckles reached my ears. Abbey wasn’t looking at me with amusement and a hint of desire.

“I'm sorry,” I apologized, but he shook his head.
“You don’t have to be. It makes your face cute,” he said and I laughed awkwardly.

Another compliment from him and I was flattered again. Though I didn’t see how my stuffing face with food was cute.
Remembering the butter that had me acting a fool, I scooped some on my form before taking it out.

“Try it,” I told him with a smile. “You’ll see why I was...,” I trailed off, flustered.
“Just try it.”

He laughed before leaning it. I watched his mouth open before he ate the strawberry-buttered waffle off my fork. His eyes never strayed from mine as he chewed slowly. The moment should have been awkward but it was nothing. Abbey had a way of captivating me no matter what he did.
And as he swallowed the food, I admired his charming face.

“Delicious.” As he said the word, my heart thumped in my chest. Despite it being innocent, the deep tone of his voice made the word sound less innocent.

Oh, Abbey, what are you doing to me?

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Episode 13

~ Mary's POV ~

I had another day before I had my appointment. I was so nervous especially since I didn’t see a way out of it. Not by pretending I was so or bargaining with the doctor. But I didn’t want to focus on whatsoever. Instead, I wanted to celebrate a new day, a special day.

Abbey had wanted to go out again today, but I told him I already had plans; plans that have been in motion for months.

***
It was busy this morning as I got closer to the park. Traffic was starting to pile up as usual. Lagos and traffic are like bread and butter. I was grateful I chose to leave earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been waiting for a while, stuck.

During this time, the air was surprisingly cold. Finally reaching the park, I parked in the parking garage so I could greet her inside. Once I was through the double doors, I sat down in the waiting area. I casually played a game with my phone while waiting for her to arrive. That was until I received a text from her telling me their bus just arrived.

I briefly looked around for her through the throng of people who arrived. Seeing her with her back turned to me, I jumped out of my seat.

“Comfort!” I called out to the afro-textured ginger-headed woman standing beside several cars. She turned abruptly, her curls bouncing and I saw a smile grace her freckled face. We began moving toward one another, meeting halfway, before fiercely gripping each other.

“Well, if it isn’t the friend who never calls!”

I smiled as I was encased in a hug. Only God knows how much I’ve missed my best friend. It had been close to six months since we had seen one another. She had traveled to Abuja to visit her long-term girlfriend who played football professionally. I didn’t think she’d stay there for so long, but I was glad to see my friend happy.

Backing out of our hold I got to really see her. Her fair brown skin was glowing, her eyes radiating happiness.

“But I do call and when I did, all I would hear was you and your man doing stuffs,” I wiggled my brows laughing.

Comfort began laughing as well and shook her head. I knew she wouldn’t have a response seeing as it was true.

“How was your stay? I asked as we waited to collect her bag behind the bus.

We chatted about her experience in Abuja for a while as we collected her bags and then sought our way out of the park. She had a fantastic trip being able to travel wherever and whenever. She was ecstatic to have supported her girlfriend by going to her games.

Comfort kept telling me how proud she was and couldn’t wait until she was able to move out there officially. I was delighted about her trip. I had known Comfort since my college days, a little after I met John. She has always been a dear friend to me.
She wasn’t fond of John when he and I got together and she doesn’t like him. But even though she expressed her disappointment when I married him, Comfort continued to support me. Comfort herself wasn’t too good of love until she met her current boyfriend on one of her trips.

Comfort likes to travel a lot and has never been a person to stay in one place. But when she met her boyfriend, Ikenna, it just clicked. I remember talking to her on the phone after the two had been going on dates. Comfort confessed one night that she might actually be falling in love with him.

Now, here she stood before me, rambling on about the Igbo boy, Ikenna as we loaded her bags in the car before I pulled off.

“So, Mary,” she began and I could already tell we were about to have one of those conversations. I gripped the steering wheel a little harder than usual out of nervousness.

“What have I missed since I’ve been gone?”
“John and I are still trying for a baby,” I told her, trying to keep my tone neutral.

The car was silent as I continued to drive. I stole a glance at Comfort to see her thinking for a moment.

“Are you trying or are you still taking those plan B pills?”

Silence.

“My dear, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” Comfort said in a soothing voice. “Do you even want a baby? His baby?”

“I love John, I’d do anything for him. And I want kids, but I just… I love him, but I don’t trust him. And I know I should because he’s my husband, but I…” my throat closed up and I felt tears up in my eyes.

“I know,” she reassured me. “But my dear, why are you doing to yourself? Why not just leave? Mary… he hurt you in more ways than one. It’s okay to feel uncertain and…”

“I can’t leave him, Comfort. He’s my husband.”
“And you’re his wife,” her voice carrying a bit of anger. “Shouldn't that have meant something to him prior to you trying for a baby? And when did he decide It would be best to have a child? Until the day you catch him with another…”

“I’m not better, Comfort,” I cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence. And also because I had to get this off my chest.

“I..I cheated on him,” I admitted, ashamed and she gasped.
“So, did heaven fall?” she asked somewhat joking and genuinely surprised. Since meeting John I've never thought of another man, let alone looked at one. He was all I ever thought and talked about. I’ve spent years trying to please him and be someone he desires.
So, it was definitely a shocker that I cheated in a way. I still can’t believe that I shared more than a glance at Abbey. I was ashamed, but a part of me longed for him.

“I didn’t have sex with the man though. We only shared a kiss and decided we can be friends.” I have so many questions, girl. When did this happen? Who is he? What do you mean friends?” I began telling her of the events that took place. Starting from when I first met him and his I felt about him. I also told her of our part to be friends and our last meeting of sorts.

By the time I was done, her eyes were open wide as she stared at me. She didn’t say anything for a while, lost of words. I didn’t speak up, waiting for her to say something. But she didn’t. We rode in silence before we reached Comfort's apartment.

I was a bit nervous as to what she would say when she finally gathered her thoughts. I knew Comfort wouldn’t shame me, but she was never one to not tell the truth. She was upfront and honest. I pulled into a parking spot and we both got out. I helped grab some of her bags before she led the way into her building.

Comfort lived in a cool apartment that had a view of trees since her apartment faced the back. Her windows were large and brought natural light in. Her kitchen was decorated with stainless steel appliances to the right of the entrance. She also had a large living room that has a TV, and couch. The apartment also came with two bathrooms and a master bedroom. The bedroom had a bathroom inside while the other bathroom was for guests.

Her apartment was lovely with white furnishings and I came here plenty of times through the years. Most of them spent with us having girl’s night, just chatting with each other.

Choosing to sit on her couch after placing her bags down, I was hit with the memory of when I last sat here. Which was me being consoled by Comfort as I sobbed in her arms about a year or so ago.

“How does he make you feel?” she asked, suddenly parting me from my thoughts. She moved about her in the kitchen, getting a soft drink from the freezer. I knew she was talking about Abbey and not John. It didn’t take me long to answer.

“Like I matter.” Maybe I was emotionally deprived or something, I wasn’t sure. But although Abbey and I just met, “I don’t feel uneasy around him, it’s natural. He makes me feel safe and he’s made me laugh more than John has.
“Maybe I feel drawn to him because he’s another man.” I saw Comfort shake her head.

“Mary you have turned down a lot of men who found you attractive. All of them ranging from good looks to bad ones,” she started.
“What do you like about him?”

“Everything,” I didn’t hesitate to answer. “His scent, his eyes, how tall he is, his smile every time I see him. I like the way he compliments me just because he wants to and how thoughtful he can be. The way our conversations just flow naturally and the deep bass of his voice. I especially love when he speaks Yoruba. I just lov….” The word hang in my mouth as Comfort stared shockingly at me.



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Episode 14

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~ Mary's POV ~

I was rambling about another man to my best friend. Although I knew she wouldn’t think badly of me, I thought the worst of myself. “Am I a horrible wife?” I felt tears up in my eyes.

“I've only known the man for a short time and I can’t stop thinking about him, Comfort. I can’t get him out of my mind. Whenever I’m with John, I start wishing I was with Abbey instead. What’s wrong with me?” A tear trailed down my face. I started crying and she pulled me into a hug.

“It’s okay shh, it’s okay,” she consoled me, rocking us back and forth lightly.
I felt terrible for ruining her joyous return to Lagos, but I had to let it out. The recent months have been consuming me, especially with my appointment looming over my head. It was bad enough that I’d done the opposite of getting pregnant.
But now I am lusting over another man. After a while of crying, I sniffed while she still had her arms around me. She used one hand to grab a tissue from the tissue bot and handed it to me. I took it gracefully and began drying my face.

“Listen to me,” she started. “John did worse shit.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Comfort,” I interrupted.

“I know, but he’s done shit worse than this. I'm not saying what you have going on is right, even though you two agreed on friends. But..” she paused.

“Mary, if this man is making you feel this way after only a few short meetings, why not see where it goes.”

“You're not just saying that because you hate John, right?” I joked and blew into the tissue.

“So, what if I am?” she shrugged a bit, and I cracked a smile. “I don’t hate your husband. I just hate what he’s done to you.”

Nodding at her, from her point of view, I could understand. If her partner had done half the stuff he’s done to me, I’d want to take up for my friend. Luckily, Ikenna was the best of his kind.

“I knew he was this way since the moment we met. I could see right through him.” I gave her a look, but she continued. “And I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe you should try to talk John out of having kids now. You wouldn’t want him to find out about the pills himself. Just tell him you are stressed or something. He’s dumb to believe it.” She mumbled the last part, but I still heard her.

“Comfort!” I gasped.
“It slipped out, sorry,” but she didn’t sound sorry at all.

“As I said, test out the waters with Abbey. See if the way he acts sticks or if it’s a front. You can remain friends or…” She let the sentence hang before she put up her pointer finger and used her other hand to form a circle. She stuck her pointer finger through the ‘hole’ to indicate sex. I rolled my eyes and swatted her hands away as she burst out laughing. Once her laughter stopped, I nodded my head.

“Ok,” I agreed.

“But my dear,” he looked me directly in my eyes, turning serious. “You need to make a decision regardless if you choose to do whatever with your side man or not. You need to figure out what you truly want in your life. A marriage you aren’t happy in or yourself. Remember, you don’t owe John anything and you deserve happiness.”

I didn’t respond as I thought of the words she spoke. I wasn’t upset or anything of the sort. I was happy that I had Comfort. She always told me the truth and listened to me when she was able to. She was right in many ways. I had to think of what I wanted my future to look like. I was beginning to get tired of my life with John, though I was afraid to admit it. He’s all I really know besides Comfort. I honestly didn’t know how to be alone after being thrown out of the orphanage, I was struggling. I didn’t know how to do things until John came along and I somehow fell for him.

Since meeting Abbey, I've realized a few things. One is that I don’t think John fully loved me. He’s never complimented me as much as Abbey has or thanked me for all I do as his wide. For sticking up for him and holding him down. Sure, we’ve had great moments through the years, but my belly didn’t flutter when he was around anymore. All I felt now was an eerie feeling of dread.

***

It was the day of our appointment with the fertility specialist. I was so nervous as I made breakfast for us. I was already dressed and ready, feeling less enthusiastic for the day.

However, I noticed John seemed to be in a good mood. He took off from work so he could be there with me. A part of me was happy he took off for my sake, but another was bummed. I couldn’t lie about me being there when I didn’t go. I thought of a thousand ways to get out of this appointment, but none of them stuck. I had to put on a brave face and bear the weight of today.

Along with the dreaded appointment, Comfort's words still rang in my ears. She was correct that I had to choose. But the thought of leaving John made me feel nauseous. I was afraid to leave him and face what was out there in the world. I didn’t want to be alone like I was at the age of eighteen. The fact that I was entertaining the idea itself hardly sat right.

How could I leave the man who had given me everything? And the thought of that made me feel weak as a woman. Comfort said I didn’t owe him, but I did. He helped me, saved me, and loved me for the clueless young woman that I was. I didn't know better.

My thoughts astounded me as my mind traveled to the face of Abbey, picturing his face in my mind, my heart pumped harder. No, no, I just met him and we are friends. Nothing more, I told myself.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around my waist as John hugged me from behind. He leaned his head on my shoulder before kissing my cheek.

“Mary,” he sang in my ear before biting it gently. He started to land kisses on my ear before moving down to my neck.

“John,” I warned lightly. I wasn’t in the mood for sex and I knew during appointments like the one we were about going, we would do many tests. Tests such as a pap smear. It would be embarrassing if they saw my husband's seed leaking from me as they do the test.

“We can’t have sex before the appointment.”
“Why?” he groaned.
“Because they'll know we had sex before coming,” I pulled away from him.

Grabbing plates from the cabinet, I started placing the food I cooked on them. I handed a plate to John before getting mine ready.

“Fine,” he said. “But after the appointment, I want you in our bed.”

I held back a sigh, keeping my back turned from him. John was being playful for once, but I wasn’t in the mood. It was odd to see him excited when he has anything but happy the past few months. I felt bad that I was a part of his unhappiness, but I was still unsure about having a kid with him. John wasn’t a bad man, but with everything that’s happened in our marriage. I was unsure.

Is this the life I want?

***
Pulling up to the hospital, John parked in front of the building. It was still early in the morning, so there weren’t many cars around. Most probably belonging to the people who work here. We got out of the car before heading in. When we entered, I noticed two other people waiting separately in the waiting room.

John and I walked up to the front desk with a woman clacking on her keyboard. It took us less than a minute to check in with him before we were sitting in chairs in the waiting room. The woman had told us we would be attended to shortly. It was one of those big and equipped hospitals in the heart of Lagos.

As the moments ticked by, my hands had gotten clammy. My anxiety was beginning to make an appearance. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. Once my heart went back to being calm, I glanced at John.

He was watching the news on the television while his leg bounced. It seemed I wasn’t the only one nervous. I placed my hand on his thigh reassuring, to quell his shaking. His attention turned to me.

Before he had a chance to speak, a voice gained our attention.

“John's family?” They asked, and we rose from our seats. A woman in scrubs held a folder in her hand. “Hello, please, follow me.”

We followed the woman to the back room, with John in the front and me at the back.
Soon enough, she let us into a small room that had a medical bed with a long sheet of white paper laying on it. There were also two chairs sitting in the corner of the room.

Lastly, there was a system and medical desk stationed by the medical bed on the wall. “It's nice to meet you both. What’s your appointment all about?”

“I’m… we are trying to have a child and we have been having trouble,” I told her.
“How long have you two been trying to conceive?” She began to type away on her system.

“Close to a year now, John spoke up. He moves closer and seated himself in one of the chairs. The woman nodded and she asked a lot of questions, such as menstrual cycle, irregularities or discomfort, my sexual history, surgeries,s and the number of times Joh would chime in. She also asked John about his medical history which he answered.

After answering, she told me they would be doing tests to determine what was wrong. She then handed me a medical gown to change into. As soon as she left the room, I got off the bed and began to UnCloth. All I could focus on was the ceiling above us and the light in the room. My eyes were beginning to strain from looking at the light for too long.

However, it was better than focusing on what was happening between my legs. John was sitting in the exact spot from earlier, and I could feel his gaze on me. I knew it was normal for women to do this, but it was so awkward. Although I didn’t like appointments like this, I knew it was important to get checked.

Luckily, my doctor was an older and kind woman. The minute she came into the room earlier, she greeted me warmly before telling me what was going to take place. I heard the squeak of her chair as she rolled away. I brought my gaze down to see her reach her medical desk. She placed the Q-tip that was on me into a tube. She then grabbed a metal object that had me throwing my head back to see the ceiling.

I knew what it was immediately and a large part of me wished I wasn’t here. I heard her make her way toward me again, and she placed a gentle touch on my leg to gain my attention.

“Alright, Mrs. John,” she paused as she got her tools ready.
“I'm going to use this tool to loom inside of your vagina just to get a look at your cervix and check for any infection. Please, do let me know at any time if you are in pain or uncomfortable and I will immediately stop,” she told me.

I nodded, then saw her coat the tool in lube. I looked back up at the ceiling once I saw her begin to insert the instrument inside of me.

When I first went to LUTH, I mean Lagos State Teaching Hospital. I panicked seeing the metal tool. I felt naïve that day, but my doctor at that time was excellent and John was by my side. He wanted me to get checked before we get married, even though I didn’t know it was something I had to do. At that time, he waited outside, but during the next few years, he would sit right beside me. Unlike now, where he sat across the room.

A few minutes passed before she removed the tool and got ready for the last step of the exam, which was to check my uterus, cervix, and ovaries. After changing her gloves, she lubed them before inserting two fingers inside me. She used her other hand and placed it below my stomach, pressing gently. It was weird, feeling her gloved fingers inside me as she felt for anything out of place.

Before I knew it, she was done. She placed her tools away first and then came over to help lift my feet out of the straps. I pulled down the gown when my legs were free and then sat up.

“Ok, Mrs. John, the last thing we’ll do today is your blood test and then you’ll be free to go. It will take a few weeks for the tests to get back, but we’ll give you a call as soon as possible. Do you have any questions?”
I saw John hesitate a moment before he spoke up.

“Would a…,” he swallowed harshly. “Would a previous miscarriage affect our chances of having a child?”

I blinked once before the doctor’s voice brought me back to focus. My eyes blurred slightly as I fought the urge to release a tear. I tightened my hands, balling them into fists by my side. I wasn’t expecting him to mention that.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as I ducked my head low, anger burning inside of me.

“How long ago did this occur?” asked the doctor.
I felt John's gaze shift to me, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to. I never wanted to come here in the first place. I never wanted to come here in the first place. Why would he mention that?..

“A year and a half ago,” he answered.

***
I slammed the car door shut with more force than necessary. John followed behind me as I walked toward our home. I unlocked the door with my keys, not bothering to hold it open for him as I walked inside.

As I walked inside the kitchen, I heard his footsteps behind me. I immediately opened the refrigerator to grab a water bottle.

“Mary,” he called out, but I ignored him. I didn’t speak to him while he drove us home and didn’t plan for the rest of the day. Holding the bottle in my hand, I exited the kitchen to go to the bedroom.

“You are being childish.”
“Me?” I whirled around and then scoffed.

I wasn’t going to get into a fight with him. I just wanted to lie down. I continued walking towards our room and the moment I got there, I slammed the door in his face, locking it so he couldn’t enter.

“Mary,” the door handle jiggled. “Open the door,” he said.
“Just go away,” I told him. I didn’t want to fight with him about what happened.

The rational part of my brain was telling me that it was something the doctor needed to know. But the other hated the reminder that I had a miscarriage. Oh! God.

I eventually unlocked the door and ran inside the bathroom to get to the toilet. Just as I opened the lid of the water closet and bent on my knees, I threw up. My body lurched as the food I ate that morning came out. I groaned as I sat hunched over the toilet. Perhaps the recent events had caught up to me or I just ate something bad.

I knew I was being selfish, I was putting myself in an uncomfortable position just because I didn’t want to tell John the truth. And the truth was literally lurking out of me. Painfully, my stomach rolled and I tasted bile on my tongue. Not only were my lies and guilt eating at me, but when John mentioned the loss… It hurt. It still hurts and clearly, I was so affected by what happened that I was sick from the memory.

I never wanted to mention it again. I didn’t want to think about it. I wanted to leave it in the past as if it never happened. I didn’t even tell Comfort about it. Only John knew about it.

I heard the sound of feet flattering against the floor. However, I was exhausted from puking to loom behind me. Though I already knew it was John. I heard him grab a clean rag from the drawer at the sink before he wet it.

Then he bent down to my level, lifted my head, and began to clean my mouth. It shocked me he was doing this, as we haven’t been intimate in such a way unless we were having sex. But I didn’t pull against him. I didn’t have the energy.

After wiping my mouth, he handed me a bottle of water. I assured it was the one I brought with me. When I finished taking a few sips, I handed it back to him. He held the bottle in one have while he brought his other closer to my face.
Suddenly, he wiped the tears I hadn’t noticed off my face.

“I’m sorry,” his apology sounded sincere. “I know that mentioning the miscarriage is hard on you, but I just wanted to make sure we would have another chance. So we can have a family. Don’t you want that for us?”

Tell him. The voice in the back of my mind urged me. Tell him the truth.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Don’t you love me?” His voice echoed in the bathroom. My eyes widened in surprise and despair.

“Of course, I love you,” I told him as much as my voice carrying a rasp, dry and hoarse from puking.

“Then, let’s have a baby.”

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Part 2

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I'm sure you enjoyed the first part of this story. Welcome to the second part of Mary and John's marriage adventures as we find out what their life their marital life turned out to be.

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Episode 15

The sound of an alarm blaring woke me from my sleep. I heard the shuffling of blankets and the creaking of our bed as John got up. He turned off the alarm a second later. Turning around to John's side, I sought him out in the room. He was across the room, looking down at his phone. I couldn’t see the expression on his face because of how dark it was. Only streams of the early morning rays slipped through our window blinds. The room was silent as I secretly gazed at my husband.

“I’m sorry,” my voice broke the silence in the quiet room. I saw his head lift and faced me. He placed his phone down on the wardrobe, not saying a word. I saw his head tilt toward the ceiling as he let out an inaudible sigh.

“Please, don’t be mad at me,” I begged.

After a beat of silence, I heard John's footsteps near. He stopped at the edge of the bed and then spoke.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

“I want us to talk about…”

“I don’t want to talk, Mary,” he interrupted, ending any protest I had.

Not wanting to upset him more than I already have, I complied. I slipped out of the covers and then took off my tank top and panties. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I was without clothes.

“Come here,” he said gently.

I shuffled over to him and heard him moving about. I heard the sound of his boxers dropping to the floor. His hand reached out to me as I moved closer. Once I came close enough, he paced a hand over my head, guiding me to his length. I opened my mouth when I felt his tip against my lips. He let out a groan as I started to please him with my mouth, sucking up and down slowly. That was until he wanted to set his own pace.

He gripped the back of my head to hold me still. I moaned to urge him so he could cum fast.

“Lift your ass,” he told me and I compiled. As soon as I was in position on my hands and knees, he pushed himself in, not bothering to check if I was wet enough. Not like it burned, but John's length wasn’t really big. I had gotten used to his size. Once he settled, his balls were against my ass, and he let out another groan. He didn’t move for a while, just breathed against me. I was confused and decided to look back.

“John?” I questioned.

It was unusual for him not to make love when he entered my body. It always started right off the bathroom. And although I didn’t get pleasure from sex with him, it was odd for him not to do anything.
When I tried to get a look at him, he was already staring at me. His eyes were lost for a moment as he stared and then I saw a single tear fall down his face. I gasped, which seemingly pulled him out of whatever trance he was in as he wiped at his eye.

“John.” I attempted to move, to pull away from his body but he wasn’t going to let me do so. He abruptly pulled me closer. Then he began to use my body the way he intended. He used one hand to grip my hips and the other to place my head down, and he speeded up as he f*vked me into the sheets.

“You wanted to talk.” His voice was hoarse and tinged with hurt.
“This is me talking.”

It was then I understood him. John was angry and wounded about last night. How I told him I wasn’t ready for another baby. I was scared that I would lose a child again. He said he wanted to fix what happened and that having a child was the way. I told him it wasn’t going to fix anything. It would make it worse.

So we argued all night we got tired of talking. It appears he was still angry, so he was taking his frustrations out on me. I felt him then. He’s my husband. I know when his body was ready to release as his d!ck swelled inside of my walls. I turned my head to the side so he could hear me clearly.

“Pull out,” I told him. Yet he continued to thrust harder. His rhythm losing its beat.
“Ouch!” he yelled, pulling out his d!ck. He flipped me over harshly, spread my legs open, then began to use his hand to bring him closer to his orgasm.

Moments later, he sprayed his seeds on my thighs, breasts, and on my belly. His mouth gasping as he came. He was panting heavily by the time he stopped jerking himself. I stared at him, my breasts heaving as I breathed and hot cum painted on them. He stared at them as if mesmerized before blinking. His eyes moved up to mine.

Resting his arms beside my head, he leaned over my body, slipping between my open thighs. Slowly, he put his d!ck inside of me, stroking me slowly. I brought one of my hands up to rest against his face.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered in the quiet room, save for the noises of our lovemaking and the slight squeak of our bed. The room started to get brighter as the sun
rose.

“I love you, John.”

He pulled me closer, exiting out of my body before slamming in. I let out a grunt, hearing the slapping of our skin.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

***

“I'm guessing that he took the news well since you’re not dead,” Comfort said as soon as I answered the phone. I rolled my eyes, continuously washing the dishes as I placed the phone on the counter. Leaving it on the speaker so I could hear her. John was at work, so I wasn’t worried about him hearing anything. And if he was, he’d be far away from me. Seeing as he’s been avoiding me for the past week.

“Yea, I’m very much alive,” I chuckled. “Washing dishes, if you want to know,” I added jokingly.

“Oh! I see,” I heard shuffling on her end.
“But I have something far more appealing in mind,” she said.

Comfort was using a devious tone that reeked of trouble!

“I’m afraid to ask,” she cackled.
“What could it be?”

“Clubbing,” she said and I immediately replied no.
“Come on, Mary! We haven’t gone out for years now.”

“Comfort, I'm going to be thirty soon. What do I look like spending time at a club?”

“A housewife with an officer for a husband,” she replied flatly, causing me to sigh.
“Mary, please, I want to spend time with my best friend. And I know you could use a drink after dealing with whatever has been going on with you.

She wasn’t wrong anyway. Taking a moment to ponder on it, I said yes to her request. I couldn’t tell her No.
Comfort was excited that she told me not to bother thinking about the clothes to wear because she had the perfect outfit. She also said that we’ll be going out this coming Friday.

So I had a few days to doll myself up, meaning visiting the nail salon. After agreeing to meet at her place, I ended the call.

Although I disagreed with clubbing, it would be fun to hang loose. I miss my secondary school days when Comfort and I used to go dancing at several parties. It didn’t matter if we drank or not, as long as there was good music to dance to, we'd have fun. We’d often meet new people who would join us and become friends with us.

Speaking of friends, I hadn’t heard from Abbey in a while. I knew it was terrible for me to think of him after what John and I have been going through lately. But I had to admit I missed him. I missed seeing his smile and smelling his nice perfume.
Maybe I’ll give him a call..and just then, my phone rang. Speak of the devil!

Finishing my last dirty dish, I saw his name displayed on my phone. I dried off my hands quickly and then used my fingers to answer.

“Mary,” his voice filtered through the line.

“Abbey,” I breathed nervously.

“How have you been?”

My heart began to pound harshly and I couldn’t tell why. We were only having a regular conversation. Just hearing his voice had me quaking.

“I’ve been okay. How about you?”
“I feel better now that I'm talking to you,” I began to smile.

Stop it! Stop it! You are a married woman, I heard a voice in my head.

“Abbey, you certainly have a way with words,” I told him, still smiling over something so silly.

He laughed.

“I was calling because I want to see you again,” he said.

I paused.

I wanted to see him too, but I was conflicted. John and I were going through a rough patch. I finally admitted I didn’t want to have a baby right now, and he’s going to work more. I was happy that he’ll be less upset in the days coming up even though we weren’t doing anything.

I loved him and didn’t want to see him unhappy. Additionally, the house was starting to get depressing with him in such a foul mood. Maybe while he’s cooling off at work, I would be lifting my mood with Abbey.

I made my decision.

“How about we meet next week?” I asked him.



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