10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 31

A month later...

Taraji was returning home from DC. 
Fantasia had finally made her way back to New York; ever since her immunity deal, she hadn’t gotten into any trouble. Her hands were probably itching for something by now...

Had she changed? 
Taraji flung open the door, dropped her stuff, and dashed upstairs to find her hidden wife. But Fantasia wasn’t around. She stormed back downstairs, muttering curses, and found Fantasia chuckling at her. 
“Who got you all riled up?” Taraji grinned and leaped into her arms. “I thought you weren’t home,” she quipped. “And where else would I be?” 
They shared a tender kiss. “I cooked,” Fantasia announced. 
“You? Cooked?” Taraji asked in disbelief. 
“I absolutely did!” They exchanged amused glances. Taraji snuggled closer. “You missed me, huh?” 
“Every single day,” Taraji replied. “What did you miss most? My intellect?” Fantasia asked
“Definitely, sexy,” Taraji teased. 
“My body?” Fantasia countered. 
“Even better!” Taraji continued. “Or my strap-on?” 
“That! I missed that so much, take me, Daddy!” Taraji exclaimed. Fantasia pinned her against the wall, and things heated up. 
“Need a moment to strap on, Daddy?” Taraji teased, fueled by the thrill of Fantasia from their honeymoon at the creepy house. She was hooked. 
Fantasia lowered her panties, and as she felt the familiar pressure, she gasped, “Oh yes!” 
Fantasia moved against her, igniting passion until Taraji climaxed, pleasure spilling down her leg. She leaned against Fantasia, trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. 
“That’s Carter; she’s here for some files,” Taraji panted. Fantasia nodded and hurried upstairs. Taraji straightened her outfit, retrieved a box, opened the door, and handed it over. “Call me if anything’s missing,” she said, shutting the door with a thud. Carter rang the bell again. 
Taraji cracked it open. “Yes?” she asked sharply.

“I know we’ve had our differences, but I’m hoping we can put that behind us and focus on work.” 

“You want to kiss up because there’s a promotion on the line? Don’t bother; I’m not the one deciding. I have my personal life demanding my attention. Good luck,” Taraji shot back before slamming the door. Carter took the hint and left.

Fantasia returned downstairs, now in a robe. 
“I’m soaking. I need a shower,” Taraji announced, to which Fantasia nodded, taking a bite of a large apple. Taraji snatched it away and tossed it in the trash. “You’ll spoil your appetite!” 
Fantasia’s mouth dropped. “I was enjoying that!” 
“I’ll be down for dinner in six minutes,” Taraji said. Fantasia playfully smacked her butt. Taraji yelped and spun around. “Yeah!” Fantasia breathed dramatically. Taraji laughed and dashed away.

Fantasia’s phone beeped. 
*Join me, Daddy* 
With a smile, she jogged upstairs, leaving her phone on the counter.

Her ex-fiancé had called, still seeking closure, but Fantasia had been avoiding her to focus on her wife. The phone rang three more times without a response.

After another round of passion, they made their way downstairs. Fantasia glanced at her phone and noticed the missed calls. “I’ll handle it,” Taraji offered. Fantasia fell silent. “Honey?” 
“Huh?” 
“Everything okay?” Taraji asked, noticing the tension. Fantasia took a deep breath. “It’s Judith. She wants to meet at the house; she wants to talk,” she divulged. 
“I haven’t told her about us; she still thinks there's hope,” she admitted. “Is there?” 
“What? No way. I’m married and head over heels in love; there’s no going back for me.” 
“Then you know what you need to do. I won’t pressure you, but babe, if you don’t handle it, I might get really upset,” Fantasia chuckled lightly. “Oh, I know you’re a little crazy,” she replied.

They settled down for dinner, but as soon as Fantasia took a bite, she spat it out. “Ew, don’t eat that! What on earth is this?” she exclaimed, grabbing Taraji’s fork. “You tell me; you’re the chef here!” 
“I’ve got to be honest; the kitchen isn’t my strong suit. I’ll just order pizza,” Fantasia declared, standing up to make the call while Taraji tossed the rest of the food and rinsed the dishes.

As they waited on the couch, Taraji said, “I appreciate the effort. I feel so lucky to have such a thoughtful partner. Babe, the thought of dinner was great, but starting today, let me handle the cooking, alright?”
“How about we get a chef?”
“Use our money on a chef? It's just us and Taylor in college. We can make it work without one,” Taraji replied.
“But if you have my babies, it won’t just be us anymore. Let’s think about starting a family,” she responded, sparking surprise in Taraji.
“What?” She straightened up, water nearly spilling out. “I’m ready; I’m here for it. Can you bear my children?” Fantasia asked, her eyes full of hope. “Tasia, I need to talk to you, honey.”
“What is it?” Fantasia looked curious.
Taking a deep breath, Taraji murmured, “I can’t have kids.”
“What do you mean? Surely, you can!”
“Baby, I’m really sorry, but I can’t. I went through this in my first marriage, and it just won’t happen,” Taraji confessed.
Fantasia sat frozen, processing the news. Moments later, the pizza guy arrived, prompting Taraji to stand and answer the door while Fantasia remained still, lost in thought.
“Wait, so we can’t have the family I’ve always dreamed of?” Fantasia finally asked. “But you could always carry our baby, Tasia. You’re not infertile.”
“I can’t do that, I’m too masculine for it. I’m sorry, no.” Her pride weighed heavy on that decision—being seen as anything other than a tough woman felt too vulnerable to contemplate.
“Oh, I got it… What if we hire a surrogate?” Fantasia suggested as they returned to the kitchen.
“No way. What if you end up falling for the person carrying our baby? I'm not risking what we have for that. No, Fantasia, we need to rethink this,” Taraji stated firmly. “Baby, I promise you, I would never fall for anyone whose name isn’t Taraji P. Henson. Please let me explore this,” Fantasia pleaded.
“Can I at least have some time to think about the idea of a surrogate?"
“That's all I’m asking, no rush. Take your time!” Fantasia said as Taraji nodded in agreement. “Do you still love me?” Fantasia’s voice was soft.
“Of course. Remember, you’re my wife. I’ll always love you. You’re my snuggle bear,” Taraji replied lovingly.
“Wait, snuggle bear? I’m not that soft!”
“You’re as soft as I need you to be! You’re my tough cookie who melts for me. I don’t care how hard you want to appear. To me, you’re my cozy snuggle bear.”
Fantasia blushed. “But I thought I was the 'daddy' here?”
“Sure, you are when you make my heart race and everything else tingle. But then you wear those cozy clothes, and I feel safe snuggled in your arms. It’s not just about your scent or your soft skin. I know if I fell asleep there, you'd protect me. I feel secure with you.”
“Well, Taraji, I feel the same way. Even if you don’t express it, I know I can count on you. If things ever got dicey, you’d be right there protecting us both. You’re my kick-ass ninja, and that’s how I like it. My wife is a total badass,” Fantasia exclaimed.
Taraji playfully climbed onto her lap. “I’ve got your back, Snuggles—and your front!” They shared a loving kiss.

“What’s on my wife’s agenda?” Taraji asked.
“I’m taking a break. No more work for now; I just want to focus on being your wife and building a family. Nothing else really matters,” Fantasia shared, a hint of wonder in her voice. “I can’t believe I’m saying all this to anyone! You truly have me enchanted!” Fantasia chuckled, causing Taraji to giggle too. As they held hands, admiring their rings, Fantasia asked, “When do we get real rings?”
“On our first anniversary. For now, I want to keep these because they’re special to me,” Taraji replied.
“But what if you lose it?”
“I won’t! I treat it like a real diamond—only it’s plastic. I love this piece! Let’s keep them, please,” Taraji insisted.
“Whatever you want, baby. We’re keeping them... for now.”
“Just for now!” They shared another sweet kiss. Fantasia then pulled Taraji close, snuggling into her being. “I love this,” she whispered.
“And I love you, my wife,” Fantasia whispered in return.

Kids… Fantasia? Love… Fantasia...? Dreamy… Fantasia? Retired Fantasia? Come on, who believes all this?

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