"Wit'cho confused body built ass! I hate yo' ass sometimes, I swear!", she angrily yelled.
'Okay, and? The fuck I care for? Bet you be on my dick again tonight though?", he snidely retorted.
She tsked. "Fuck you!", she sneered.
He smirked. 'You al...
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I did not tell her. I could not bring myself to tell her while she was in such a fragile state. So I bided my time while being at her side until she was comfortably back at home in her own bed. She is on bed rest and will remain on bed rest for the remainder of her pregnancy. For the time being, I would be staying with my family to make sure Idalia's stubborn arse would follow the doctor's orders. I was cooking lunch for the two of us since the kids were at my parents' house for a few days enjoying themselves.
It had been five going on six days since her admission into the hospital. Today is her second day home. She has tried numerous times to send me packing. However, at every turn, I shut her down. Ida was stubborn but I was flat out a mule when I wanted to be. I was not leaving her side again and I meant that.
"You do know that you can go home, right? I'll be fine on my own, Zayn", the stubborn arse woman herself commented walking into the kitchen with her hands supporting her stomach and back.
I rolled my eyes ignoring her comment. "Sit down. I made you a fruit cocktail to munch on for a little while", I murmured pointing to the aforementioned food on the island.
"I don't have to listen to you. You're not my dad!", she responded mimicking that adorable little boy from that one meme as she took a seat at the island to eat.
I cut my eyes at her but did not comment. I was not bothered by her antics. I found it endearing if anything. Idalia was my main source of entertainment for as long as I have known her.
'You need to tell her.'
There goes my conscience. I knew that I had to tell her. The timing just never seemed to be right. Plus, I did not want to get her worked up. She was supposed to be resting. Idalia would definitely get up and knock me in my shit at the drop of a pen if she knew.
"Why are you so quiet?", she asked bringing me out of my reveries, eyeing me suspiciously.
"N-Not-shit!", I paused in the middle of my stuttering realizing my mistake.
I sighed rubbing a hand through the peach fuzz atop my head.
"I need you to listen to me, Idalia", I begrudgingly said.
She hummed raising an eyebrow in question. "That doesn't sound ominous at all. The last time you said that you were trying to plead your case before the divorce", she sarcastically commented while absentmindedly peeling an orange from the fruit bowl that was kept on the island.
I scratched my chin absentmindedly trying to find the right words to say. I did not want to set her off. I wanted her to remain as calm as possible. Hell, even I am not calm. I was not calm when I came across this information myself. I absolutely lost my shit, but hopefully, Ida will keep her cool as she always has been the calmer of the two of us.
