Chapter 48: The Storm is Passing Over

I do not enjoy fighting with my wife. The only good thing that comes from fighting with her is the making up–especially since she barely allowed me to come near her! I understand how she feels–I really do–but what about how I feel? Does she not even care about this legacy that she is now a part of? If I’m being completely honest, sometimes I remember that conversation I had with my dad when he first met her. He thought that she was only interested in me because of what we had. I was so smitten at the time I didn’t even consider that to be a possibility. I cannot deny the evidence now, but it’s too late…or is it?

I know looking at it from both sides someone could say that both of us are being selfish; But am I really being selfish? Sure, I want my own son, but I HAVE to have a son! I don’t have a choice in the matter. This is how things go in the world that I live in, and because she married ME, she is now part of that world and she owes me a son! I didn’t mean to, but I actually said that to her once, and boy oh boy…that was not a smart decision! We didn’t speak for days. It was torture! Night after night, we laid in bed with our backs to each other…and her cold feet forcing me to the farthest edge of the bed. We didn’t eat together, watch TV together, or anything! One thing about snobs is they are very prideful. I’m not quite sure how long she could have gone, but I thought the whole thing was silly and I missed her terribly! I know she’s always telling me what to do, how to dress, what not to eat, commenting on the way I do things, but…I dunno. I guess I kinda like a sassy woman. So, I decided that I needed to be the bigger person and apologize. I was surprised that she missed me too, but her pride wouldn’t let her come to me. That was ok because I feel that as the man of my house, I should lead. And sometimes that means putting aside my own feelings and eating humble pie. So, I went to Maliyah and we talked. Unfortunately, nothing positive came out of it, but gratefully nothing else negative came up either. We both admitted to understanding where the other came from, but we agreed to disagree. But, seeing as how it HAD been several days since we even communicated, and we did miss each other immensely, one thing led to another and we ended up in Jared’s rocket! Now THAT was fun!! I definitely racked up some points with the Mrs on that one. The 50 mile high club…who knew!

Life got back to normal, and that basically just meant replacing the silent treatment with petty insults. Sometimes they would have a flirty edge to them and we would have some playful banter, but other times they would be really hurtful! She was extremely moody all the time and I couldn’t understand it. I don’t think she could either! One minute she would be fine, and then the next she would be crying. It was crazy! I loved her, but I just didn’t know what to do with her. I had to walk on eggshells in my own house. But then one totally awesome day, it all made sense. I was eating breakfast in the kitchen, alone, and she came in. I thought she was in one of her moods again, so I tensed up. She sat down next to me, let out a huge sigh, and stared at the table.

“What’s the matter, honey?”

She looked up and shook her head and said, “I just can’t win. I can’t win!”

“Win what? What are you talking about?”

She looked at me like she was trying to gauge my feelings.

“I don’t want you to gloat, I don’t want you mocking me, and I for daggon sure don’t want you saying ‘I told you so!'”

“Come on, Maliyah! What are you saying??”

“I’m pregnant.”


I’m not much of a dancer, but I was definitely dancing all around that kitchen.

“Oh, Maliyah! I love you! This is great!”

She didn’t think it was great, but at that moment I didn’t honestly care what she thought.

“You better pray and pray REALLY hard that this is boy! You’re not getting any more!”

Chapter 47: In Other News
Chapter 49: Celebrate New Life

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