Terminal One

Sorry Mommy

1st month....
Atlanta, Georgia
2:30AM

"Oh my God." Fatima moans, feeling on her breast, pinching her nipples, letting the sensation of the pain and pleasure run through her body.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz

"Shit." she muffled to herself.

She was too caught up in the moment and didn't notice that instead of her pressing decline, she pressed to accept.

"Mmmm, Shit!" "FATIMA!" she gasped in shock hearing Zac's voice.

"ZAC!" she fumbles, "What the fuck are you doing?!" she hears as she tries to regain her composure while looking for her phone.

"FATIMA, YOU GOT TO THE COUNT OF..." "I'M HERE!" "Yo, what are you doing? I swear to God, if you're cheating on me," "Zac...Uhhhh!" she moaned, trying to explain. "Wait."

"Ain't no wait. ALEXA TURN ON THE LIGHTS!" he yells loud enough for the Alexa home to hear. However it doesn't respond.

"Zac." "Naw fuck that, how could you do this to me?" he cried. "I've only been gone for a month. YOU COULDN'T HANDLE A MONTH!"

Fatima finally gets a good grip on her phone, turning on the light panting. "Zac," she murmurs, putting the phone to her face.

"That good huh?" "It's not what you think." "So what the fuck is it suppose to be then? Because by the way you look and fumbling that nigga needed stamnia." he spat at her. "AYE MY MAN! YOU CAN GON' HEAD AND TAKE HER WIT YOU!"

"Zac stop it!" "Naw fuck that. And leave my kids yo..." "ZAC, I'm warning you right now to calm the fuck down." she told him as she started to get angry, situating herself.

It's silent for a moment.

Tensions are high and feelings are misconstrued.

"Fatima, why?" "Zac." she whispered. "It's really not what you think." she told him, getting up from the bed to change the sheets.

"So what is it then? Because I've tried to call you twice and you didn't answer." "And I thank you for your consistency. But Babe, I love you." "I love you too." "Ok so if we know this, what makes you think that I would cheat on you. In our home nonetheless." "What else am I supposed to think when you answered the phone the way you did." "Ok, valid. But was there nothing else that could have crossed your mind besides another man in our bed."

Zac is silent. "Zac, I wouldn't do you like that." "I know." "So why?" she asked with tears in her eyes. "Who's been in your ear?" "Honestly, no one," he replied.

"But these Niggas around here foul as fuck and so are their spouses...I don't I guess it got to me..." "But that's not us." she reiterated, truthfully.

"No surprises..." "No secrets." he repeated back to her.

"I'm sorry Baby Momma." "I'm sorry too Baby Daddy." she told him sitting back down on the bed with her robe half open. "Now do you want to know what I was doing?" "Yes."

"This." she showed him embarrassingly because she hadn't got the chance to clean it.

Zac's eyes buck from their sockets. "DAMN!" "Yeah." as her face got flushed and her cheeks turned pink.

"It was the only thing I could find that resembled you so..." "Well that's a pretty decent replica." he laughed, impressively.

"Zac stttoppp." "I'm just saying." he shrugs.