No Shame (Book 2 - No Regrets)

Chapter Nine - Someday, Someday

DOMINICK'S POV

"That was humiliating!" Tyde yells nearly slamming the apartment door in my face. She angrily kicks her shoes off, sending them flying down the long hallway.

"Lower your voice, we have neighbors." I snap at her locking the door behind me. I hang the keys up on the key-tree by the door. "Forgive me for not being able to read your mind."

The sound of Tyde stomping her feet as she storms into the living room echo down the hall. From the moment we pulled out of her mother's neighborhood, her and I have been arguing. Tyde is angry for the humiliation and further discomfort I unintentionally caused her; and I am angry because she began yelling at me almost immediately after we got in the car.

"What possessed you to f*cking say that!" She yelled at me. "There are twenty-six letters in the English alphabet, you could have used to say something else."

"You do not have to yell, when I'm right here!" I responded, not hiding my immediate irritation. Tyde lowered her voice, but gradually she would get louder the more heated she became. The louder she got, the more irritated I would become.

She filled me in on exactly what happened after dinner was over. The rest of conversation over dinner was done mostly by Harris and Tyde's step-brother. Afterwards, Tyde's mother cleared the table and asked Tyde to help her with the dishes. I went with the others into the living room to see what was on the television. While working on cleaning the dishes, Tyde had to listen to her mother described all the joys of pregnancy and having children.

I go into the living room and find Tyde angrily picking up toys Mollie left out. "I apologize for trying to help you out." I say angrily.

Tyde's head snaps up, her eyes shooting bullets at me. She throws a doll into a blue foldable-bin. "Helping me out is not lying and saying that I don't want a baby!" she snaps at me.

I throw my hands up in the air, "I can't read your mind!"

"Anyone with common sense would know!"

I lower my voice, using my hands to gesture, I say, "When we last spoke about having another baby, you said you did not want another kid."

Tyde picks up a toy baby-bottle from under the couch. "And at the time, I didn't. Mollie was two years old, going through sleep regression, and was recovering from a stomach bug." She points out, her voice also lowered. She lets out a sigh, setting down the foldable-bin. She sits down on the floor, she tilts her head back to tear upon the couch cushion. "You can't blame me for not being interested in having two kids keeping us up at night."

I sit down beside her, staring up at the ceiling. "No, I can't and I don't." The heat begins to cool down. "I thought I did the right thing at dinner, I really did. I'm sorry."

"I know." Tyde says quietly. She stretches her legs out in front of her. "I have been tightly wound tonight... my mother," she let's out a sigh. "... is no excuse. I am sorry for yelling at you."

  Neither of us need to verbally accept the apology. We simply look over at each other, give a little smile, and both of us know we are forgiven. I look around the living room a bit, taking in the small touches of a child. Faint lines from where a pencil has been used to draw on the walls, the soft small purple blanket draped over a chair; and the bins with Mollie's toys. "How do you feel now, about having another baby?" I ask. "Seems like a good time to ask." I add.

Tyde lets out a small chuckle. She stretches a bit. She places her hands behind her head. "Completely honest," she starts. ", I am in no way opposed to the idea." She looks over at me. "You?" She asks.

"Let's go back to your mother's and find out." I joke. Tyde gives me a light punch on the arm.

"Be serious." she laughs a bit.

I chuckle and think about how to answer. I'd be lying to say I haven't entertained the idea of having a second child. I never thought I'd have two children, or even one; but over time, the idea does not seem far-fetched. "I'm not opposed to the idea." I answer.

Tyde and I smile at each other. "You honestly are open to having another baby?" She asks.

I nod my head, "Mollie lights up my life so much. How could I be against the possibility of having another child to brighten up our life?" I answer.

Tyde smiles and says, "She is so amazing. She truly is."

I agree with her. We talk a bit more before the conversation naturally dies down.

"If we had another baby now, I would have to take off time and could loose my position at the practice." Tyde says, a bit of sadness in her voice.

I let out a sigh, "I'd probably leave school to work and help out."

"It would throw Mollie off her schedule, and we both know the consequences of that." She says.

We both sit in silence. I think about all having another baby would mean. Money might not be a major issue for Tyde and I; but we do still have to budget and be aware of how much we spend. The expense of a second child would mean having to live paycheck to paycheck, stretching a penny even thinner than we do now.

Right now, we are decent in the way of finances. We can afford what we need and a few occasional treats. We're in a better place than we could have dreamed of two years ago.

I'm only twenty years old, I'm not old enough to drink yet. I'm still on my parents' health insurance. There is a lot of growing up for me to still do. "We'd be quite reckless to plan to have another baby now." Tyde says with a sigh.

I nod my head in agreement, I take her hand into mine. "Just because we shouldn't right now, doesn't mean we won't someday." I say kissing the back of her hand.

Tyde smiles at me and kisses my cheek. "Okay." She says.

We silently sit together in silence for a little bit once more. "You know," I say breaking the silence. ", we have the entire evening left to ourselves."

Tyde, knowing exactly what I mean, smiles at me, she leans in and gives me a kiss on my lips. "I'll pop the popcorn." She says standing up.

Having a toddler around makes being able to binge a show, hard. Even after you put them to bed, you're usually too exhausted to focus on more than a thirty-minute episode of a comedy. Therefore, on the occasion a toddler is out of the home, we make the most of it.

"And I'll get the series box set." I say getting up.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

Chapter Bundle 7/7

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