From Worse to Worse

2. Long Enough

It was finally here! Sixty freaking days had passed and the whore's doctor had given her 48 hours to go into labor or they were going to induce her. I couldn't wait for this shit to be settled. In a perfect world the results would prove that she got her boatload of semen mixed up and Chris wouldn't be the little bastards father. But all I could do was wait.

As expected, things at home were strained between us. I wanted to pretend that none of this was happening and that everything was ok but it wasn't and it wouldn't be until the results told us the outcome of his infidelity.

Work was the only thing that kept my mind preoccupied long enough to keep from wandering back to me and Chris' 'complication'...or back to the nameless guy with the locs.

I hated to admit it but I had thought about him numerous times. I didn't know shit about him other than the fact that just the thought of him alone could instantly get me wet...Well and the fact that he had a 'situation' all his own. His number was flushed a couple of nights after he gave it to me but not before I saved and erased it from my phone multiple times. As of now it's there, I'm just not using it...or haven't used it...yet.

4:06a.m.
"Hey, Babe, I gotta go! She's in labor!" Chris said bursting into my room.

"What?!" I asked sitting up, rubbing my eyes slightly confused.

"Le-...Sorry. She, just went into labor. I'm going to go meet her at the hospital now," he responded sounding more calm this time.

"Why?! Can't she just call you when she's done and it's time to take the test?! Why would you be there the whole time?!"

"Because what if it's mine?! I don't want to miss the birth on some informal technicality. I'd rather be there just in case...Please Nite, it's almost over." His eyes were begging me to understand but I couldn't.

"Chris, don't fucking please me. It's almost over. Yeah, that or it's just fucking beginning!," I was getting louder but my voice was trembling. "You wake me up outta my sound fucking sleep to tell me you're going to the hospital to be with that manipulative home-wrecking cunt who's having a baby that might not even be your fucking brat! I wanted to build a family with you!" Tears had started forming in my eyes and he had started walking towards the bed. "I loved you so fucking much and you just threw that shit aside. You ruined us! I'm in a position where I can't love you like I want to because you fucked it up," I screamed.

He laid my head on his chest and wrapped his arms around me squeezing tight. I was full on crying now. Crying because I was sad that I hadn't broken until now, because I knew we wouldn't be the same regardless of the outcome, because I felt like I had lost. This was the first time in a long time that I didn't have confidence or security.

He backed away slightly and held my face between his hands. He kissed my forhead, wiped my tears and then gently kissed my lips. His eyes stared deep into mine still pleading to understand.

"Go," I said barely above a whisper.

"I do love you," he replied back after kissing my lips again.

He walked to the door and turned to look at me before cutting off the light and closing the door.

I inhaled deeply and sighed heavily releasing a few more tears as I laid back down pulling the covers up. I felt around my bed blindly until I found my cell so I could send a text:
I wont b n t'dy

?!Txt me when u know somethin. Love you °

K. Love you *

That almost made me smile and it would definitely help me go back to sleep. Dae would use the degree symbol after saying 'Love you' to represent a moon and I would use a star to represent the sun. Nite and Dae. I loved my sister for making me be as corny as she was.