A Dancehall Story - The Final Years. Part 1

Chapter 7 - Sweet Dreams

Chalkline's POV

"Good morning," she said as she walked into the nursery to check on Melody.

"Hey, you're good?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I helped send the kids off to school and I'm waiting for Melody to wake up so I can give her a bath."

"Oh, ok. What yuh doing today?" I said.

Wonder If she was pretending so she could be at home. I don't trust this.

"I have therapy with Dr. Ellis then back home, I'm not supposed to work until she clears me."

"But she sent you home."

"Suh weh fuck else she was supposed to send me, nuh mi yard sir? Line don't piss me off so early."

Oh, this was bloodclaat Stacy.

"That's not what I meant but anyways glad you're feeling better and home now to take care of your kids because I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep."

She hissed her teeth and walked out of the room. I chuckled.

Stacy and I did butt heads, we argued, we apologised then something happened again and we argued but the difference is we said what we felt and held back nothing.

I got home and took a shower on my way back to the bed that I slept in. She stopped me.

"Can you sleep in here?"

I was shocked at that question because we barely spoke to each other all day.

"Yuh sure?" I asked to make sure I was hearing right.

"Yes"

I nervously got into the bed with her. It was funny that I saw her vibrator on the bed and just knew a man Stacy wanted.

"Suh you deh yah feel p yuh pussy?"

She laughed.

She pushed her hand into my underpants catching me off guard, I jumped.

"We yah do.. Stacy wait deh?"

There was no way I could do this now, the way I was anxious my dick couldn't even stay hard and in the back of my mind still, Stacy was pretending to be ok.

"So you don't want to have sex with me?" She asked.

I explained the reasons why it made no sense but the truth is I was scared. I was afraid that if she is really better, I might fucked up and she relapsed.

Ends Flashback

"So what you did?" Pastor asked.

"Well, I lied to her, I didn't want to but she caught me by surprise and I thought I had no other choice."

"I thought that we agreed that you would be honest with your wife."

"Yes, I know but I really could not tell her the truth last night."

"What lie did you tell her?"

"Told her I slept with someone else"

"Why?" He asked.

"Because the truth would hurt her more and I didn't want her to feel bad."

"So telling her that you slept with someone else wouldn't hurt more? I'm confused, "he said.

Anyone would be.

"Pastor Nunes, what if you woke up one day and you felt nothing for your wife or felt so afraid that you might break her so much that your dick couldn't get hard for her. What would you do?