"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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Things have become awkward between us. The children have even noticed the shift in energy between their mother and I. We tried to hide it. We did not want for them to become involved. It was better that we kept them separate from our own mess.
"Zayn, can you please hand me the flour from the cabinet? It's on the second shelf", Idalia asked coming to stand beside me.
I nodded wordlessly moving around her towards the cabinet I knew that she stored the flour in. Surely, as she had the flour was neatly placed on the second shelf in its designated container. I took the flour down before turning to hand the flour to her.
"Thank you", she murmured reaching for the container.
I pulled the container back out of her reach. She made a face but said nothing as we both repeated our previous actions.
"Can we talk?", I asked.
She reached again for me to move the container once more.
"Will you please stop? I'm trying to cook dinner and my feet are already sore. Stop playing games, Javadd", she hissed.
"I'm not playing games, Idalia. You are. You refuse to talk to me. You would not talk to me then and you will not talk to me now. Why? I thought that we were past this, Ida", I stated.
She threw her hands up in clear frustration. "Fine! Keep the damn flour! I'll bake the chicken!", she exclaimed.
"Idalia, talk to me!", I snapped.
"There is nothing to talk about. May I have the flour please?", she calmly said extending her hand for the container.
I eyed her for a few seconds before placing the container on the counter. I cast her one last glance before grabbing my keys off the counter.
"Where are you going? Dinner will be ready soon", she called.
I scoffed in disbelief. "I'll be back", I told her before leaving her house.
