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24. Our Biggest Argument

Diamond's POV: I was now 5 months pregnant. We found out we was having a girl. I was so excited, so was Roman. Our little man, was now a year old. He was walking and saying a few words like no, stop, mama, & dada. It was too cute. You should see him with his little ponytail, he is definitely his daddy's son. Whenever Roman is on a important business call, Romeo imitates him. He has a toy phone, he holds it up to his ear and pretends like he's talking business. It is so funny and cute. Jasmine told Pierre about the baby, a month later they were engaged. I am so happy for them.

Roman has been a little distant lately. We had a big account that we were trying to get at work and I think he's stressed about it. He's been really moody lately. My mama said that he couldn't be moody because of the baby. I don't know what it is but I didn't like it. One night I was in the bedroom going over some work notes and he came home from work. I can tell something was bothering him.

Me: hey babe, how was work?

Roman: fine.

Me: is something wrong?

Roman: no. He went to take a shower.

I went back to reading over my work notes. I wasn't in the mood for arguments. About 30 mins later. He came back and got in bed. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels.

Me: Roman.. I .. he stopped me

Roman: if you are getting ready to nag me about something please don't. I don't wanna hear it.

I just looked at him. I was a little hurt.

Me: Roman wasn't nobody going to nag you about anything. I was going to say that if you were hungry, I could make you something to eat.

Roman: I'm not hungry

Me: oh okay. Anything interesting happen at work today?

He glared at me

Roman: like what?

Me: I don't know that's why I asked you.

Roman: well maybe if you were there you wouldn't have to ask those questions now would you?

I got so angry that I snatched the remote out of his hand.

Me: Roman who the hell are you talking too? I wasn't at work because I wasn't feeling well, I'm 5 months pregnant. What the fuck is your problem?

Roman: I just don't like being interrogated, this isn't a police station.

I stared at him with the most ugliest look.

Me: you know what? Fuck you!! I yelled. I got out of the bed and walked into the kitchen. He followed me.

Roman: that's cute diamond, real cute first you question me now you curse me out. Grow up!! He shouted.

Me: no, you grow up and stop having temper tantrums like a little ass boy because you're stressed or whatever fuckin reason. And please stop shouting before you wake up my son.

He got angry.

Roman: your son? He's my son too and don't you forget that.

I stared at him.

Me: I didn't fuckin forget, how can I when he is the split image of you. What is your problem?

Roman: you, all this bitching and nagging is making my head hurt.

I was so hurt .

Me: Roman I didn't nag or bitch at you, I asked about work that's all and you blew up.

Roman: why do you care? When you didn't even bother showing up.

Me: you know what I'm done with the conversation. I think maybe I'll go to Jasmine's let you cool off.

Roman: what kind of marriage is this? First time we have problems you wanna run away! Fine Diamond leave, whatever.

Me: what kind of marriage is this? When your spouse comes home with a nasty attitude and he won't tell you why. Instead he makes you feel like you're the problem!!

Roman: you don't know what kind of day I had. I wanted to come home to peace and quiet but no soon as I walk through the door here comes the questions.

Me: don't know what kind of day you had? Try being pregnant Roman, try peeing 100 times a day, try having a human bounce around on your internal organs, try gaining 10-15 pounds then maybe you can come tell me about your horrible day. I have been sick off and on today but whatever fuck me right? I tried to ask you about your day but you blew me off. Not once did you ask me was I feeling okay. You just came in mad at the world. Some husband you are.

Roman: so are you're saying that I don't care about you? Are you saying that I don't care about you being pregnant? You are my fuckin wife, of course I care.

Me: well you sure aren't acting like it. Giving me attitude.

I went in the bedroom and shut the door. Roman walked in. He looked at me. I was crying. He felt bad. He kneeled down beside me.

Roman: babe, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you or had a attitude with you. I'm really stressed baby, this new account these people are hard to please. I don't know I've just been moody since you got pregnant again. Not saying that I don't want the baby or anything I do. I feel like this time I've got some of your symptoms. Earlier I threw up, and I never throw up. Then I've been really sleepy and moody. Not like I wanna cry or something but just easily irritated or easily angered.

I hugged him.

Me: it's okay baby, you should have told me. Even though I'm pregnant I can still help with work. I just wasn't feeling well today. My mama told me that you might be going through all of this because of the pregnancy. She said it happened to my dad when she was pregnant with me. Babe we have to be able to communicate with each other. When one of us is having problems we have to be able to tell the other person so we can work through it together. We're married babe.

Roman: you're right babe, I'm sorry.

He kissed me.

Roman: are you okay? You feeling alright now?

I smiled.

Me: yes babe. I'm just hungry. I'm craving french fries with hot sauce and ranch.

He laughed.

Roman: do you want me to make them for you or go get you some from a restaurant?

Me: you can make them. I love your cooking.

We laughed. He made me some homemade french fries, with Louisiana hot sauce and ranch dressing. They were so good.

Me: omg babe. These are so good you have to try them.

He looked at me with a weird look.

Roman: no babe I'm good. You enjoy.

We laughed. After I ate. We went outside by the pool. Roman laid back in the lawn chair, and I laid on top of him with my head on his chest. He held me. I rubbed his chest and he rubbed my arms.

Roman: babe, have you thought of any names for our little girl here? He rubbed my stomach

Me: I don't know. I like Juliette but I don't want it look weird, I mean Juliette was Romeo's love interest.

Roman: babe it doesn't matter. I love that name and I think it's perfect.

Me: then it's settled. Juliette Peters. We gotta come up with a middle name.

Roman: how about Michelle?

I smiled .

Me: yes, Juliette Michelle Peters.

We both smiled then kissed. We ended up falling asleep out there but later Roman woke up and put me and himself in bed.