Page 20 of Pieces of Us

“And neither do I. The hell do you think this is? You’ve been trippin’ on me for a month now. I keep trying to tell you that nothing is going on, but you’re so hellbent on making something out of nothing because maybe it’s you who’s doing some shit. Is that what it is? You’re cheating on me?”

“I know what I just heard. Don’t try to gaslight me!”

“Nah, you’re the one that’s gaslighting. You know I had to go into the office today, and you’ve been gone, not answering your phone, and coming in here trying to raise hell on me. I didn’t marry you to cheat on you, Morgan.”

“No…You married me because my father made you.”

“Yeah, you’re fucking trippin’. I’m out of here. I need some damn air.”

He moved around the room putting on his clothes and shoes while I watched him closely. Once he gathered his belongings, he started toward me to leave the room.

“Justin, if you walk out of that door, don’t come back here.”

He stopped and looked down at me.

“I pay the bills in here. I’ll come and go as I fucking please. Get your shit together, or youwilllose me.” He grabbed his satchel by the door. “Take my baby to the doctor in the morning. Her fever hasn’t let up. While your ass was being neglectful and not answering your phone, my daughter has been miserable all day.”

“And what was wrong with her father taking her?”

“Unfortunately, her father was taking meetings all day. Do your job, and be a mother to my kids, instead of worrying about what I’mnotdoing. I’ll be back when I’m back.”

With that, he left the room.

Son of a bitch!

Morgan

“Mommy, Mommy… I want pancakes!” Mariah yelled, bursting through my bedroom door. I groaned as she jumped on the bed and bounced.

“Honey Bee, please. Give mommy five more minutes.”

“I hungry, Mommy! Pleeaseee.”

I removed the comforter from my head as I looked at my baby girl. I was so happy she was feeling much better today. Her funky ass father swore she was still sick, but when I checked her temp last night, she was just fine. If his stupid ass paid more attention to her, he would know the difference between a spiked temp and a normal one.

“Okay, baby. I’m coming. Let mommy use the bathroom first. Go wake your sister for me.”

“O’tay. Meeegannn!” she yelled, rushing out of the room.

I chuckled as I went inside the en-suite bathroom to use it and take care of my hygiene.

Justin didn’t come home until almost three in the morning. My good mind told me to check his ass, but he never came to bed. I was sure he slept in one of the guests rooms since he didn’t sleep with me.

He was now on the strike list. This was strike two for his ass. I honestly didn’t want to fight with him. He had been amazing to me until recently. I wasn’t sure what happened within the three weeks since our anniversary, but something was amiss. I could feel it.

After brushing my teeth, I headed out of the room, bumping into my babies on the way out. Megan held her sister in her arms and smiled at me.

“Good morning, Mommy.”

“Good morning, Gingerbread. How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. It’s Saturday. Can we do something fun today?” she asked as we descended the stairs.

“Sure. What would you like to do?”

“Get my nails done. Dad said he’d pay for us.”

“Did he now?”

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