10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 33

After a wild night, Fantasia awoke with a pounding headache. She shuffled down the stairs dressed in a tank top and loose shorts, with socks on her feet.

"Morning!" she greeted her family. "You mean afternoon?" Suzanne replied with a grin. Fantasia's mom sat silently at the table. Glancing at her watch, Fantasia exclaimed, "Oh no!" Taylor chuckled, while Taraji turned a bit red. Behind her, Fantasia leaned in, kissed her neck, and whispered a playful message that made Taraji burst into laughter, unable to contain her giggles. Suzanne and Isabella aka Gigi exchanged a knowing look. "I'm completely wiped out! Someone kept me up all night," Fantasia joked, playfully grabbing her wife's backside. This made Taraji blush even more, and they shared a sweet kiss. Afterward, Fantasia grabbed a strawberry and headed out to her car.

Once inside, she waited. Two hours later, Taraji and Taylor arrived back from grocery shopping. Taraji felt a mix of emotions; her wife was acting a bit out of character—a little too secretive and perhaps even a bit high, raising her suspicions about drug use.

Meanwhile, Isabella 'Gigi' and Suzanne had a heart-to-heart to clear up any tension. Just when things were starting to settle, Gigi's husband showed up before Taraji and Taylor returned.

Feeling uneasy about the presence of her one-night stand’s husband, Suzanne locked herself away in the guest room while Fantasia remained in her car.

When Taraji and Taylor returned, they carried in the groceries, and by around 4 PM, Fantasia's mom began cooking a large dinner. Taraji changed into shorts and a cropped top before stepping outside and tapping on her wife’s car window.
The window slid down. 
"Is everything alright?" Taraji inquired. "Just making a call. Do you need me?" Fantasia replied. Taraji shook her head in disappointment and started to walk off. "Wait, babe," Fantasia called out. Taraji paused and slowly turned back. "I’ll be with you shortly," Fantasia assured her. Taraji nodded and headed inside.

Another hour and a half passed. Dinner was nearing completion. Taraji decided to take a shower, only to feel invisible hands caressing her skin. "Should I be worried?" she asked. "Worried about what?" Fantasia responded. "About you. Everything—us," Taraji revealed. "No!" came the answer. "Then why all the secrecy? Two bathroom trips during our intimate moments, waking up late, and vanishing for over five hours in your car? What's really going on, Fantasia?"

Fantasia hesitated, looking down for a moment. "Are you on something?" Taraji pressed. Fantasia shook her head. "Then what’s happening? Spill it, I’m your wife!" Taraji snapped, turning sharply to face her. "I love you!" Fantasia exclaimed. "I love you too,"
"... but what if my mom is in love with your mom? What then?" she asked, dropping a bombshell that left Taraji bewildered.

"What are you talking about?" Taraji calmed down, visibly puzzled. 
"I heard they had a fling in the past. The way my mom acts around yours shows she really cares. What if there's something between them?" Fantasia projected. Taraji was left speechless, her jaw dropping.

After a long pause, Taraji responded, "What are you trying to say? Speak to me plainly—what happened?"

"They had a brief thing before, longer than our marriage. I can’t help but feel my mom cares too much about your mom. This whole situation—us, them, our families… It’s like I shouldn’t touch you the way I do now because what if one day you’re my stepsister?" Fantasia admitted. Taraji stared at her, then stormed out. "That didn’t come out right! Wait, let me rephrase," Fantasia rushed after her wife. "Please, stop talking. Are you saying you don’t want to touch me? I’m your wife, and you feel disgusted by me? Do you feel dirty touching me?"

"No, not dirty… just a bit… guilty!" Fantasia replied, her heart sinking.

"Guilty? Do you feel guilty after making love to me? So that's why you disappear for hours afterward? Wow, Fantasia! Just wow!" Taraji exclaimed, tossing off her robe in frustration and storming out.