10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter: 36

*Continues:*

Taraji hurried home after picking up every fatty takeout option she could find for her pregnant wife. Upon arriving, she handed over the food, and Fantasia dashed to the bathroom to throw up.

When she returned, Fantasia shot her a serious look. "Where have you been?" Taraji felt a lump in her throat; lying to her wife was no longer an option. She stepped closer, attempting a playful tone. "Just some FBI errands; but I'm here now!" she said, starting to undress Fantasia.

"Got anything to share, or is it none of my business?" Fantasia inquired.

"Nothing exciting. Just the usual boring crime-solving stuff," Taraji replied, transitioning into seduction mode.

"I can tell you're hiding something. Spill it, Taraji," Fantasia pressed.

"I was looking into Simone Dench!" Taraji confessed. "You’re not letting that assFace slip away from you, right?" Fantasia's expression hardened, her gaze unwavering. "My priority is to protect my wife above everyone else," Taraji asserted. "I thought you understood that I don’t need your protection for this situation. Let me handle it," Fantasia countered.

"I can't allow that!"

"Fine, then how about you take your protection and shove it? I don’t need your badge in this; it’s personal; let me take care of my situation my way. Back off!" Fantasia shot back, hormones flaring. She turned away from Taraji and walked off.

Later that night, Taraji found herself pleading for her wife’s affection. Fantasia was not in the mood and turned her back, drifting off to sleep.

Realizing she had messed up if her usually passionate wife was denying her, Taraji knew she had to step it up. The next morning, she woke up early to grab flowers, chocolate, and pickles.

She wrote a note: 
*I'll give you space and let you do your thing, just promise me you'll be extra careful. Fantasia, you’re carrying my baby, and asking me not to protect you both isn't fair. But I’ll step back for now*

When Fantasia woke up, her mood had shifted. "Morning, baby," she greeted, kissing Taraji deeply.

Taraji was taken aback but decided to go along with it. "Hmm, flowers and my favorite chocolate! Thank you, baby," Fantasia said, inhaling the scent of the flowers and nibbling on the chocolate. Taraji puzzled over how quickly the mood had changed from the night before.

As Fantasia indulged in her breakfast treat, leaning against Taraji's shoulder, Taraji sifted through some work documents. Once she finished, she slid the papers back into their folder and noticed her wife devouring the chocolate.

"Did you get to read my note?" Taraji asked. "Got it!" Fantasia replied, still engrossed in her snack. Taraji got up and fetched the note from the counter. Fantasia read it without stopping her munching. "I forgive you. Thanks for giving me space; I just don’t want you involved, but I appreciate your understanding, baby. Thank you!" she affirmed, and Taraji nodded. Fantasia’s ever-changing moods always left Taraji mystified, but as long as her wife was content, she wouldn’t complain.

"I’ll whip up a bubble bath for you; when you’re done, there will be a hot meal waiting, one you can actually eat," Taraji said, rising to her feet. "Does that hot meal come with a side of you? Because I just wanna eat you out," Fantasia teased, and Taraji laughed. "Anything for you!" she exclaimed, heading upstairs.

*The following night:*

In a deserted house far from civilization, Fantasia sat alone, garbed in loose clothing to conceal her pregnancy. She lit a Cuban cigar, letting it burn as a prop, holding a glass of whiskey that her lips never touched. Just fiddling with it helped her think.