The Price of Love

CHAPTER 6

I set the juice down, not taking a sip because I was not in the mood to drink nasty orange juice. I got out of the chair and started to walk towards the bedroom. "Babe, where are you going?"

"I need to start getting ready for work," I reply.

"Not before you drink your juice," he states.

I continue to walk towards the room not paying him any mind.

"Babe, don't make me repeat myself. Come back here and drink your juice. You know that you need the nutrients. Please for me," he says. I sigh, and I turn back around, walking back to the table.

I take the juice and I drink it quickly, not wanting to savor the moment. I sit it down on the table, practically slamming it, and I look at him saying, "Happy". 

He smiles at me with a huge grin on his face and says, "I am happy. I know you hate the juice, and I'm not trying to force you to drink something you don't want to. But if it helps you have a better chance of getting pregnant, then that's just something I will want to do. Maybe I'm wrong."

"No. You're not wrong. It's just that the juice tastes disgusting to me. It tastes nastier than usual. I don't know. Maybe you got a bad batch. Hopefully, the next jug of juice that you get, it's tastes better than this one. I don't mean to be angry or anything. It's just with the stress of work and us starting a family soon, it's just hard to stay calm at times, and I don't mean to take my anger out on you."

"You're not taking your anger out on me. All you did was slam a glass. I can handle that for sure," He laughs.

"It's just that these unnecessary arguments and these unnecessary moments, we don't need them at all. Our relationship is stronger than these petty arguments that we're having. With everything going on with my job right now and your job, we just need to keep each other calm and happy. Because if we're not happy at home and work, then life is just miserable at that point, and I would never want you to be miserable," I respond. I smile at him, and I make my way back towards the bedroom.

When I make it inside, I get all my work clothes from the closet and lay them on the bed. I strip out of my robe, put on my undergarments, And then my clothes. After I'm done getting dressed. I grab my purse and keys, and I head out of the bedroom. 

"Is the maid coming today?" I ask.

"Yes, she is coming in about thirty minutes. She'll be gone before you get home."

I sigh in relief thankful that the maid is coming. I like it when she comes because she makes sure to sanitize everything, and that's my favorite part about the service. I always clean the house, which doesn't make any sense why I clean the house and then the maid comes and cleans it again. But that's just me.

I don't want anyone to come into my house when it's dirty It's a pride thing. My mom always taught me to keep my house clean no matter what because you never know who's going to come over to your house. So that's what I usually do. James laughs at me a lot about it.

He asked me why I decided to clean when I knew that the maid was coming, which is their job to clean. But he got used to it. Now he knows that no matter if the maid's coming or not, I will be cleaning the house. 

"I see you tonight, babe. I love you," I said going up to him and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too. Have a good day at work," he responds

"Thank you," I yell as I walk out of the door. 

I walk swiftly to my car, open the door, and get inside. I turn my car on plug my phone into the car and let the car run for a second before driving off.

As I drive to work, I think about everything that's been happening in the last few days thinking about all of the things that have been said, and I'm happy, but also skeptical. I don't want James to feel like he's being forced to have children with me. So I hope that's not the case. I don't want him to later resent the kids we decide to have, and I don't want that for my future children. I want my children to be loved and know that they're loved. If James isn't on the same page as me, then that's something that's a problem for me.

I make it work and I get out of my car in a rush. I walk swiftly into the office so that I can clock in on time.

"Good morning Adama it's good to see you," my boss greets me at the door.

"Good morning Stan it's great to see you this morning," I reply walking past him.

"Wait before you leave I need to talk to you in my office. Follow him," he says as he starts to walk towards the direction of his office. I follow behind him anxious Stan is that type of boss that is unpredictable. I try my best to stay out of his way so that he doesn't bother me.