For the first month, besides being a mother, my life had no meaning. Samantha was always with Blue. She daunted on him, showered him with love, and devotion. They played, she sang, she read, she bathed him, dressed him, slept with him in the nursery, took walks, fed him, the list was endless. I tagged along in all the activities but it soon seemed as if I was a third party, like I was a leech to Samantha, as if I was monitoring or keeping an eye on her. It made us rigid with each other and the easygoing conversations and friendship turned sour. The jealousy I felt did not help at all because I realized it was showing on my face every time Blue clung to Samantha, how he always looked for her with his eyes and soon wanted no one else but Samantha. It was like a knife to the heart. How crazy was it to inwardly blackmail a baby? I just couldn’t help the thoughts. After everything we went through together, he just turned on me like that. I was losing my mind, I knew it. Everyone had so
School wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine but who cared, I was there to learn and I was doing just that. Being the oldest person there, married too just left me an outcast and a cause for ridicule. I was just happy they did not have the balls to say it to my face or try stupid bullying tactics because I was not beneath smacking little spoilt brats and teaching them respect. I would crush them like insects. All my spare time was spent studying. I studied as if my life depended on it. There was a lot I had to learn. All my previous grades from my old school were bought so I knew basically nothing. I got myself a laptop and an ipad which helped a lot as I was doing a lot of note taking. I watched teaching videos online, set tests for myself every week and just went hard on it. Maths was my worst nightmare so I got a tutor who was really helping me through it. All this left little time to spend with Blue. I told myself we would have a lifetime together but as of then I was building our fu
Fifteen dresses were lined up for me and I had to try all of them. He was seated on the couch directly facing the dressing room in the backroom of the designer shop. It was when I slipped the dress that I realised why these dresses were so expensive. The material definitely wasn’t the same and they just made you feel as if you were on top of the word. But the cost of living in the two lives were just drastic to me. Pulling the curtain away and walking out in each dress, my heart drummed as my eyes fell on my husband who had decided to give all his attention to me and my dress fittings. The way his eyes would move from my very feet and slowly up until they held my eyes. The decision on the dresses was completely taken out of my hands and I did not mind at all. He would stare for long minutes before pointing to another. The way he took charge did something to me. So, as if we had all the time in the world, I wore each dress for him, even finding myself dizzily anticipating what he
Hendrix was leading me to someone. The whispers followed us. It was when I saw his father and brother in a group that dread fell on me but I held my face and didn’t let it fall. We joined the group and stood as the older gentlemen talked about something. Then my father-in-law suddenly turned and his eyes widened which scared me and I couldn’t help grip more onto Hendrix. “Aahh, you have arrived. Gentlemen,” Mr Williams said to the men he was with, holding out his arm to us. “This is my youngest son, Hendrix and his lovely wife, Ruth. She is Gambino's only daughter.” My father-in-law introduced, all the men turning to me. Some gave disapproving stares while others gaped. I knew most of them from these gatherings but not the usual men my dad associated with. “Miss Gambino,” One of the older men said, holding out his hand. I shook it, shaking the others after. It was weird, all eyes on me. I felt as if I was at an auction. I could just see the crazy in their eyes from hearing my su
“How is my son?” My hands clenched and unclenched, my stomach turning and threatening to spill out everything I had eaten. And I just stood there, leaning against the sink, just staring at him in disbelief. The lowest of people that would ever walk this earth. His beauty was a facade for the rotten person inside. There was no one I hated more in life. The worst scum and my worst mistake. I found myself heaving in nothing but hate. “How old is he now?” Damon stepped closer and I pressed back to the sink, my mind rattling. I could not believe he was here. I could not believe he had the audacity to even ask me about Blue. How many times had I called him asking for help for his son? At first he wouldn’t pick up then he would let his fucking girlfriend pick up. She would throw every insult known to man yet I would hold on until she was done because my baby needed supplies which he as the father had the means to provide but he chose not. He had made so many promises only to turn and
My eyes opened and I froze, blinking a few times to clear the fatigue away. My heart skipped a beat before it settled and I forced myself not to move an inch. My fingers itched but I was afraid I would wake him if I shifted. Never in my life had I slept with a man in bed, not counting my brother. My face was just a few inches from him, feeling his warmth, feeling his alcoholic breath on my skin. I did not mind that the scent was so heavy it was as if the alcohol was pouring from his pores. It should have left me cringing in disgust but I was in a trap because I had never seen a grown man as beautiful as him. He looked so innocent in his sleep, so angelic. His skin looked so smooth, his lips perched out, wet and pink. Our feet were entangled, his arm heavy on my hip where he held me directly on my skin because the t-shirt had shifted up, exposing some of my waist to him. It took seconds for my skin to begin tingling. I was torn between closing my eyes and feeling through this exper
Hendrix did not eat and as soon as he was done dressing up in shorts and a t-shirt with man sandals, he picked up his keys and mentioned for us to leave. He looked so good in his casual wear, having that lazy look to him, nearly dragging his feet. He took a bottle of water from the fridge and walked to the door. I followed, clutching my bag. I was nervous about visiting my brother. Would Brandy be there? I had never actually spoken to her besides witnessing my mother harass her at dinner a few months back only for my brother to leave her at the house in the mercy of my mother. I had been locked in my room after Storm left but I had seen Brandy drag her bags a few days later, leaving. The more I thought about her, the more I smiled. I liked her. We walked past Ryan’s guards and made our way down. Ryan was still asleep. I wondered if Hendrix would stay with me or would leave. I slid in the passenger seat of his car, pulling the seat belt and buckled it. The car came to life and Hendr
When she said, ‘daughter’, she meant Brandy. Why did I even care? She was the worst mom, one of the people that never should have been mothers. But I could not write her off my heart. It hurt a million times over, living through my past, all the things she had done to me. I flipped around my phone, searching for Storm’s number. I opened the message app, knowing he had probably blocked me. “Hi Storm. I was just with Brandy and she told me about the accident. I am so sorry. I am sorry you both went through that and that I was not there for you. I hope you are okay. I know you probably don’t want to hear from me but I just wanted you to know that I….” I was just getting so emotional, sniffling, “ I…I love you Storm and I am thankful for everything you did for me, from when we were young. I really hope you are okay…” I let go of the mic then just sent it before I could even change my mind. Feeling nervous, I locked my phone and stuffed it in my bag then went on with my walk. I heard H
I stirred the moment Hendrix tried to roll out of bed. I guess he realized his movement had caused much disturbance because my husband froze and stared back at us. His stormy eyes met mine and I could only smile, hoping I did not have any drool marks on my face.“I woke you?” “Thankfully.” I said back, “ Morning,” I added, pushing up to stretch. “Morning, you slept well?” “Yes, you?” He smiled and nodded his head. Together we went to the bathroom. While he brushed his teeth I peed and realized halfway through that this was probably weird. I held my pee and stared up to him but he did not even notice, just brushing his teeth, this being a normalcy to him. I let go of my anxiety and let the pee out. When done I washed my hands and we switched positions. Why was it so sexy to watch and hear him pee. He was only on his briefs, his body breathtaking even from the back. I could just climb him. I drowned my face in cold water to cleanse my brain from such impure thoughts. I pulled my ha
We arrived a few minutes to eight. Blue was dead asleep as I eased in the dim underground parking next to Hendrix’s car. Just seeing his car made it real. He was in the apartment? As I put the car in park, my phone rang and my heart skipped a beat. “Hi hubby,” “Wifey, where are you now?” “Getting worried hubby?”“Yeah, it’s getting dark.” I hadn’t thought he would actually say it. I grinned happily. “We just parked next to your car.” “I’m coming.” “Okay.” It felt surreal, my stomach tying itself to knots. I turned off the engine and sent a text to Ryan, letting him know that I had arrived in one piece. I unclipped my belt and turned back to stare at Blue. I hoped he was having sweet dreams. I picked my hand bag and turned around then froze because Hendrix was standing just a few feet from my door. That was fast. I opened the door, short from jumping out and into his arms. There was no way he couldn’t see my happiness, I was literally beaming. “Hubby,” I shyly said. “Wif
I was cautious with unknown numbers, so as the phone rang I just stared for the first few rings before deciding to answer and listen. “Bestie’s wife,”“Urgh, I should have followed my instincts and not picked up.” I retorted, rolling my eyes. “Go ahead, ruin my day Ryan.” Ryan chuckled, “Don’t be a twat, I am calling to make nice. Hendrix’s birthday is this weekend, I bet you didn’t even know.” My eyes went wide, yep, I hadn’t known but Ryan did not have to know that. “I know, I am his wife, sucker, now what do you want?” Such a drama queen. “Let’s throw a party for him. Maybe there with the closest people to him. I could invite the other guys.” “Perfect!” I said louder than needed, instantly regretting it. Ryan already had a big ego, he didn’t need it inflated even more. “Okay, we are doing this together. We discuss everything. This is not your time to shine. My idea.” I rolled my eyes and fell back on the bed. I was trying to think of an insult to haul back at him but faile
The exam kept me busy. I was barely even existing in the same world as everyone. I was in my caged world where nothing but the exam and my books existed. I rarely even ate, just floating through the days until the very last paper. I was exhausted, a shell, hollow, having put everything I had in the papers. I poured all I could and hoped it was enough. That friday, I came from writing and went straight to bed where I collapsed. I was so drained, brain abused to the core. For those three weeks Hendrix hadn’t come nor called. It seemed like a blur to me. I slept from one in the afternoon and only woke up to pee at three in the morning before taking off my clothes, pulling on pajamas and went deeper into sleep. “Morning,” A voice broke through my deep sleep. Slowly, the hold fatigue had on me slipped away. My eyes fluttered, the sun rays bright in the room, someone had opened the curtains and windows. A groan escaped me. I turned, my eyes coming face to face with a very large bouque
We decided to have a game night that evening. Since it was just the two of us we settled for checkers because I was horrible at chess yet he still kicked my ass. “Someone is cheating.” I said, glaring at Hendrix as he took a swing at his beer. “Someone is just a sore loser.” He threw back, taking a swing at his beer again. My eyes lay on it, holding my hand out. He stared at my hand before holding the beer bottle out to me. I took it, staring at it then up at him as I brought it up to my mouth. His saliva was probably still there. I wanted to run my tongue around the bottle’s mouth just to taste him but refrained and settled for laying my lips where his were, pushing up. I did not even pay mind to the awful taste as I swallowed. How did they enjoy this? It was like piss.I held the beer back to him and he took it, immediately taking a sip while his eyes held mine. The room seemed to squeeze in, my toes curling. I wanted him so much. It felt like I would die without him. He held the
I knew the moment I opened my eyes that I had overslept. “Hendrix,” I cursed, rolling out of the bed. I quickly made it and ran to the bathroom. Why hadn’t he woken me up? I did my deeds then jumped into the shower. By the time I finished dressing up and checked my phone it was half twelve midday. How had I slept for so many hours? Walking down the stairs I could hear chatter and laughter. There was always chatter and laughter in this house. Samantha was a naturally bubbly person. I was here to say hi, grab food then dash back to bury my face in books. Where was Hendrix and what was he doing? He must have been bored, being here with nothing to do.I turned the corner, walking into the kitchen. There was a basket on the counter. “Morning,” I greeted, waving as I walked to the fridge. Before I could even open it an arm caged me. I found myself leaning against the fridge door to turn, facing a grinning Samantha who was cornering me. “Morning, come.” She said, before taking my hand
RUTH’S P.O.V. The week moved in a blur and in that blur the only thing that snapped me from my panic were the routine calls from my husband. The first call was around dinner so he could facetime with Blue which was basically Blue blowing out bubbles in excitement and licking or shaking my phone. It was not hard to see that Blue was taken with Hendrix. Each time he heard his voice his eyes would widened with glee. It was not hard to like Hendrix. Then he would call around around one o'clock in the morning to force me to sleep which ended up with me crawling up in bed with the phone on louder speaker, his voice being the last thing I heard before drifting away. That Friday I could not dwell in my dreamland. Just the weekend then I was writing my first paper. It was getting too real for me. I only got out of my room around two in the day and ran to grab something to eat, took a shower then went back to bury my nose in my books. I felt as if my mind was escaping me at some point. I ke
I could not get my husband out of my head the whole day. It helped drown out the whole prom thing going on. The whole school had been turned to ribbons and balloons in preparation for that friday. Every corner you turned it was prom this, prom that, while I was bouncing around in my head like a little girl.Somehow I got through the day and made my way home to daydream some more. For the millionth time I touched my lips thinking of the moment once again. I shook my head, trying to force the memory away because I had to study. It was nine at night. Sam and Blue were tucked in and probably watching a movie in their room while I lay on the bed I had shared with my husband just a few hours ago. My feet couldn't help swinging back and forth, the pen ending up stuck between my teeth. The words on the textbook might as well have been flying in the air as I stared at them with dreamy eyes. I couldn’t afford this, I had to keep studying. After a whole ten minutes of scolding myself I ende
I shot up straight from bed, my head turning with my eyes wide. Somehow I knew I was late. I grabbed my phone which I had failed to charge and set the alarm. I was late! I rolled out of bed, hitting the ground with a thud. I pulled the covers, I would make the bed when I came back from school. As of then I just made it presentable then rushed to the bathroom. The door was thrown wide, stopping in my tracks, eyes wide open as I realized I was not alone and Hendrix was in the shower. The shock quickly wore off as I gave him a wide smile which I was not sure he could see with the wet shower door. “Morning. I will just hop in the tub.” I ran for the sink, scrubbing my teeth clean. I gurgled and scrapped my tongue before running to the tub to fill it. The bus was definitely going to leave me behind. I cursed, jumping in. I scrubbed down as quickly as I could. Hendrix stepped out of the shower and I froze, foam was all over my body. I didn’t even know where to cover; my boobs, my ass,