10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter: 35

*Three Months Later:*

Fantasia was now 14 weeks into her second trimester. She was proving to be quite the handful. Her wife was the only one who could actually manage her, but sadly, she had been called away to DC for some big FBI assignments. Taraji turned to Taylor and asked her to watch over her pregnant wife, especially since their maid was at her wit's end with Fantasia's demands.

Taylor couldn't juggle it all due to her schoolwork. Rather than confessing that to her big sister, she asked her mom, Suzanne, to step in and look after Fantasia. Since they hadn’t yet told the family about the baby on the way, Taylor simply said that Fantasia wasn’t feeling well.

Suzanne arrived at their home to find Fantasia overseeing a team cleaning up the pool in the backyard. It was a chaotic scene; Fantasia's perfectionism and the hormonal fluctuations had turned supervising the workers into a nightmare. They kept redoing tasks to meet her impossible standards—a futile endeavor.

When Suzanne walked in the backyard, it felt like an angel had arrived. Fantasia instructed the workers to keep going while she entertained her guest. Suzanne immediately noticed Fantasia's pregnancy glow.

"Tea?" Fantasia offered. "Wow, you’re glowing! Marriage life must be treating you well, huh?" Suzanne commented. "I guess so. If I'm happy and my wife is happy, then yeah, marriage life is pretty sweet. What about you and that rather dim-witted stud of yours?" Fantasia shot back candidly.

Suzanne laughed. "He is pretty silly. But we smoothed things over," she said. "And you and Ms. Barrino, is that totally over?" Fantasia inquired, passing her a cup of tea. Suzanne took it and hesitated. "It has to be. Our daughters are really close, after all, right?"

"About us loving each other? Absolutely. But about it being over? I don’t think that should be the reason. Find a better excuse," Fantasia countered.

"Believe it or not, that is the excuse," Suzanne replied. "What about your marriages? Shouldn't that factor in?" Fantasia pressed. "Not for me, but for her, yes. She loves him. But Gigi and I agreed it’s time to end things for the good of our family—her daughter, my daughter, and the grandkids."

"Do you love her?" Fantasia asked point-blank. "I care about her," Suzanne replied. Fantasia nodded seriously. "I’m pregnant. My wife wanted to keep it from you for a good reason. But you’re about to be a grandmother. I thought you should know that I’m carrying your daughter’s child," she shared. Suzanne’s face lit up. "I knew. I could tell. Oh, baby girl, I’m so happy you told me. Thank you! How are you feeling?"

"I’m good, Mrs. Henson," said Fantasia with a smile. "If you need anything, just call my name, and I’ll be there in a heartbeat," Suzanne promised. Fantasia nodded her appreciation.

"I need a bubble bath. Michelle…" Fantasia called out her house keeper. Michelle hurried over. "Run me a bubble bath with lavender, please. Make it warm and ready for me to soak, and I’d like some iced tea with pickles on the side." Fantasia ordered. Suzanne grimaced slightly at the request.

Michelle scurried off to prepare what was needed.

As Fantasia wrapped up her chat with her mother-in-law, it dragged on so long that Michelle had to start from scratch and set up another bath.

Unbeknownst to Fantasia, she continued to be a handful. Two weeks later, her wife returned, and Fantasia was now 16 weeks along. Their bond had deepened tremendously during her pregnancy; they began to share their innermost thoughts and feelings and trusted each other wholeheartedly.

However, when Taraji returned with some unsettling news, that trust was put to the test. The FBI had discovered a hitman on the loose, one who was using Big G's signature style. They suspected that Big G was not only alive but also back to his old ways, and that the person they had apprehended was an imposter.