In Too Deep

𝟙𝟘- 𝔽*𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥

I wake up from another dream about Marshall. When will this stop? Maybe I should tell him. I definitely think he'll like the sound of that.

I look over to the nightstand beside me and I see a message from Michael.

Micheal: Morning Beautiful. I've settled in this nice hotel and everything is going good so far. I hope you are not missing me as much as I'm missing you. I hope you have a good week at work.

Callie: Good morning, that's great. I'm so happy you're doing good down there. The city gets hectic so be careful. Love you and miss you.

Micheal: love you too.

He's waking me up with "good morning" messages and wishing me well while im here cheating on him and dreaming about another man. I'm such horrible person for this.

Is the sex good with Marshall?... It's amazing. Do I enjoy being with Marshal?...yes. Yes I do.

I can't help but be jealous of his girlfriend, Natilie, for being able to be his girl. Maybe Marshall is jealous of Micheal because he's married to me. Marshall doesn't strike me as the jealous type though. Maybe he just keeps it to himself. There's no doubt he has not been thinking about me. Michael has been gone for two days and me and Marshall have been together three times.

The day Micheal is getting closer and closer. Mar I'll have to be more careful again, and I won't be able to see Marshall as much. It's not like I'd dread being with Micheal, it's that it's something about Marshall, is who I want to be with all the time.

*one month later*

The front door opens and in comes Micheal with his suitcases.

I run to the front door to hug and kiss him. His bags drop to his sides and he picks me up and squeezes.

"I missed you," I say.

"I missed you more."

The day carries out, helping him unpack, get back into schedule, mail, and overall news. It feels good having him back.

Night falls and dinner was great, of course because he made it. He cooked a new recipe he learned over his trip.

"Hey, over in New York I was thinking about something and I wanted to talk about it to you in person."

"You're scaring me. What is it?" I say getting into bed, under the sheets.

"What if we tried for a baby?" He says.

I'm stunned, "What?"

"A kid, at this point, in our marriage and in our lives, we should have a kid. Before.....before it's too late." He says touching my arm, which I quickly pull back.

"I know you want a kid and I do too but I don't think right now is the best time. Your career and I'm always at work."

"We are in our thirties, we need to do this now if we want this."

"We have time, I-"

"No we fucking don't, I married you thinking you wanted a kid and it's four years into our marriage and we've barley had this conversation."he says starting to raise his voice.

"Don't get mad at me for wanting our kid to Actually get raised by their parents and not a fucking babysitter their whole life. It's not always about you. You have to think about the other peoples life you'll be ruining." I say.

"I'm not going to be ruining anyone's life by bringing one into this world."

"You're not the one who is going to have to push a baby out of you, then take maternity leave from your job. You left me for a month, what are you gonna do? Leave the baby for months on end? Make me raise it?"

"You told me to go to New York."

"Yeah not thinking you'd come back and spring the idea of having a baby,"

"Whatever, you want nothing to spring from this marriage? Fine. Maybe there shouldn't be anything here at all. I'm going to taking a fucking shower. Goodnight." He says, then angrily walks to the shower.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

I start to cry to myself.

Is this what's going to ruin my marriage? Not the fact I'm sleeping with another man? That's it. I need him.

Micheal comes back, and gets in bed, not even making the effort to look at me.

He falls asleep beside me. I can't sleep. I'm so fucking pissed, I can't relax.

I look at the clock and it's almost 2am.

I pull out my phone from my pocket and I open Marshall's message conversation.

C:I need to see u, can we meet around 3?
And bring more than one condom.
Within a few minutes he replies.

M: yeah. Same place. Cya.

I quietly pull the sheet off of me and head to my closet. I put on a comfortable but cute outfit, the. I go into the bathroom and put on makeup and fix my hair.

I look into he mirror and see Micheal snoring on the bed, and look back at myself. Fuck it.

I go downstairs and leave quietly, get in the car and head over to our hotel room, 313.

I reach into my purse and grab the keycard and enter the room. Marshall is on the bed, stripped down to his boxers, one his phone.

"Yo," he says.

I put my purse on the desk and completely get naked. I get on top of him and start to kiss him. I grab a condom from the nightstand, open it, and put it on him.

"Listen, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me with all you got. Got it?" I say, an inch away from his face.

"Not a problem."

I sink into him and begin to ride him.