A Story To Tell | Book 2

.14.

:::TERENY:::

I knew that this day was coming. The day that I wasn't looking forward to.    

    Ever since Bruce had come out with the fact that he'd fathered someone's baby, I dreaded the day he'd get a phone call, being needed to do something. I knew that as his wife, I had to be there with him every step of the way, but it hurt... A LOT.

    I had to keep telling myself, as I sat at home, that Bruce is a good man. He's a married man. He's married to me. And he would never do anything to hurt me. He's not like any of these men out here in the streets, betraying the trust of their wives, giving me reasons to think he's out doing things he shouldn't. Bruce gave me reasons after reasons to trust everything he did. He wasn't a sneaky guy and I'd be a fool to stop trusting him all because a temptation from the past caught up with him.

    I'm much more mature than what I was before. I've grown a lot within this year. Hell, I've given birth to a child of my own. It's time for me to act like a grown woman and do what I have to do to make sure my relationship was good while everyone else's relationships were flocking. I wanted Bruce and I to remain healthy through this situation.

    Honestly, I prayed to God before Bruce got up this morning and hit the shower. I watched as he got dressed, explaining to me that Yasmin was really sick and he didn't want Keira to be there at the hospital all alone with the baby. I knew that praying was the best thing to do. It wasn't my husband that I was praying for. It was that baby girl. I trusted Bruce and I had no reason not to.

    The whole time he's been gone, he made sure to text me and let me know what was going on. He'd even called me once he made it there to let me know that he probably wasn't going to have any service while in the building, but if I needed anything, I could call his parents.

    I just can't understand why Bruce hasn't told his parents about the baby yet. I mean, he found the confidence to tell me. The fact that I would be hiding this from his parents really bothered me a bit. But this had nothing to do with me and Bruce. This was about Bruce, his daughter, and the mother of his daughter. And whenever he saw fit to tell his parents about it, that was on him. Not me. But I really wish he'd stop hiding the fact that he was only human and made mistakes. Nobody's perfect. I'm damn sure far from being perfect.

    "BRITNEY!" I shouted as I stood up, rushing over to my daughter as she pulled and tugged on the blinds, bending them down. "Let it go!" I shouted at her as she looked at me with a playful smile on her face. "You think everything is funny, let it go!" I shouted, smiling at her. I was never able to keep a straight face with her. She was nothing but an adorable little clown baby.

    She started to giggle as she pulled even harder onto the blinds.

    "Britney!" I shouted, grabbing her. She refused to let the blinds go so I popped her hand to get them to loosen up. She let them go, but she let them go followed by a piercing scream. "Oh my God!" I said, frustrated with her as I walked over to where I was sitting. "You need a nap." I mumble as I sat down, holding onto her tight.

    Lord, when I say this little girl was kicking and hollering, trying to wiggle herself loose, it's an understatement. This girl was just hollering just to holler and fighting me to get down from my lap.

    "Stop it!" I shout, holding onto her. "I'm going to call your daddy and tell him you're being bad! You want me to call your daddy?!" I shouted as I picked her up to readjust her into my lap. She kept on hollering, wanting to be let down, but I wouldn't cooperate with her. "BRITNEY NICOLE!" I shouted, holding her up as she kicked and screamed for me to let her go. "You're being terrible!" I say as I stand up, holding her.