One day at a time.

month 8 | PART 2 . . .

"So... It was just over a sale. You know I don't really trip about anything anymore. But I guess I measured it wrong or whatever. It really wasn't needed to all of this just to be short a gram like what the hell" He shrugs.

It was already hard enough to wrap my mind around this.

This is a reason why I wanted him to stop when the twins got here.

"That's real dumb over a few grams." I say irritatingly. 

"Yeah word. I'm so sorry that got you and the kids caught into that" He shakes his head. 

"Yeah you're fine. When we get home you gone get rid of that weed." I look at him. 

"Huh???" He says looking at me concerned. 

"I said what I said." I look back at him. 

"All of it??" He asks. 

"If its weed then its not in the house. If you are selling it and not smoking it I do not want to see that in the house. Seven we are perfectly fine. My business is successful, I don't have to work. I make my money sitting on my ass all day, I know you love selling but baby there's no point. We have enough" I grab his hand. 

"We have enough but Myah-" I cut him off. 

"But nothing Seven. Stop making excuses for a bad habit you should've been got rid of when the boys got here. You have a daughter on the way." I lay my head back on the bed. 

"Yeah... Yeah you're right" He says. 

"I know I am, Stop acting like you don't have a wife and kids at home, this isn't college anymore baby" 

"Yeah..." He clenches his jaw. 

"Are you about to cry???" I look at him. 

"N-No..." He says as his voice cracks. 

I take a deep sigh. 

"Cmere my big baby" I open my arms.

He gets up and lays his head on my chest and cries.

He cried for a few minutes. 

He couldn't stop apologizing. 

I felt bad because I didn't want to shame him. 

I had no issue with him selling, the last thing I wanted was for something like that to go down to where our kids are in danger. 

And for me to be pregnant to where I can't fend for my kids in the manner that would've been needed if it was taken that far.

"...I beat him so bad" He sniffs and gets off me. 

"I mean.. He attacked you first" I look at him. 

"No... He wasn't conscious when I was done." He shakes his head and stares off. 

"So then... What did you do before you came upstairs to get us???" I ask quietly. 

"I called someone to come get him, and ionk what they did with him. But he's out of my hands" He shrugs. 

Great. 

Now my husband might end up behind bars. 

"Myah... Relax." He says as he studies my face. 

He could tell that pissed me off. 

I didn't really say it did though. 

Just wanted to keep my composure.