Our Life

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Icelyn's POV

It was around five thirty when I walked into the house. All the lights were out except the light that the candles provided. We don't light candles unless my wife was trying to set the mood. I walked up the stairs and followed the path of rose pedals, which lead me to the bathroom. In the bathroom was a note that read:

I know today was a hard day for you and I want to take your mind off of it. So undress and get in the bath i'll be in shortly.

Shit she didn't have to tell me twice. I climbed into the bath and slowly sat down closing my eyes in the process. Today was the worst day of my life. All I could think about were the words that constantly were repeating in my head. Are you sure? My thoughts were soon cut off because I heard footsteps. I didn't open my eyes until I felt her hands softly touch my face bringing me into a kiss.

I opened my eyes to the most beautiful woman. She climbed in the bath with me and laid on my chest, for a moment we laid in comfortable silence. Until she decided she wanted more of me not realizing she could start it but we couldn't finish, but that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun. She straddles me and we fall into a deep passionate kiss. It wasn't seconds later until I felt a kick and the whole mood was ruined.

She slowly climbed off of me and we laughed. We bathed and got out of the tub, she said she had more planned for the evening. I dried off in the bathroom while she went into the bedroom. I walked out and the sight in front of me brought tears to my eyes. I walked over to the mirror were my wife was standing and slowly wrapped my hands around her stomach and smiled.

"Breathtaking." Was all I had to say.

"There's that beautiful voice I was being to think it was gone. You haven't said a word since you've been home." My wife turned to face me and smiled.

"I don't have much to say." I said as I tried to smile back at her but my tears wouldn't allow me.

"Well you don't have to say anything I will. I know today was challenging and I know how you feel so lotion up put on your robe and meet me downstairs in the dining room."

I nodded as a response and she disappeared into the darkness. I took my time to put my lotion and robe on. Once I was finished I followed the smell of food to the dining room and was met with the sight of my wife at one end of the table and my favorite foods. I can tell she called my mom because she does not cook like this.

"Have a seat." Was all she said.

I couldn't properly form a sentence so I just obeyed her command. We ate in silence for what seemed like forever until I looked up at her and noticed she was in pain. I jumped up and rushed over to her.

"Babe what's wrong? Is it the baby? Is it time?" If I didn't have a lot to say then I sure did now. I tried to run and grab the bag but she grabbed my arm and started laughing.

"Janet why would you do that? That is your second time now when you really go into labor you gon be mad because i'm not going to believe your ass."

"Baby i'm sorry, you weren't talking to me and you sat so far away from me I had to get your attention some way." She looked down and rubbed her stomach not staring me in my eyes one time.

"Janet stop fucking playing with me you know I don't play about you or the baby. You still wanna be able to go on tour right well you won't if you keep on fucking with me like that. Matter fact you going to regret it when it's my turn." I walked away and went upstairs to the room my appetite was ruined.

After a few minutes Janet was finally upstairs but she wasn't the laughing Janet she was downstairs and I know why. I understand how I said what I said hurt, but she made me mad.

"Babe! Come in here and lay with me." I tried to make the situation better. It didn't work. She came out the bathroom steaming.

"Oh so now it's babe after you just cussed me out about a fucking joke. It was all "JaNet StOp PLaYiNg YOu GoN rEgReT iT" now you all like come lay with me. Bitch fuck you I don't want to lay with you."

"That's the problem you can't." Now she was making me mad all over again and all the emotions front earlier are mixing in.

"Excuse me the fuck did you just say." Now the both of us mad is not a pretty sight and plus she's pregnant it could only get worse from here.

"I said YOU JANET DAMITA JO JACKSON CAN NOT FUCK ME. I don't think stuttered and I said it loud enough for your dumbass to hear."

"It's not my fault you got A FUCKING ABORTION." When the last word hit my ear it was over.

"Oh really I didn't know you felt that way about what I had to do for us and our future." I could tell she regretted what she said but I didn't care. I ran downstairs and waited for her to follow.

"Babe wait i'm sorry you know I didn't mean it. Can we just stop the stress isn't good for me and the baby lets just stop." The look in her eyes made me want to fall back into her arms but my emotions said otherwise.

"Oh so now it's stress okay let's see if this stresses you out." I went into the kitchen and broke every plate, bowl, and cup in the cabinet. "Is this stressing you out huh? Now what if I broke a couple windows?" I took the bat that her nephew left over and smashed the windows that were on the doors that lead outside.

"STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" Janet started screaming she followed me into the living room and watched in horror and I smashed the tv, the glass tables, and two more windows.

"Are you stressed now? Can you still feel your child growing inside of you? Did you have an option of keeping the baby that wasn't killing you like it was killing me? I swear Janet you don't think about the things that come out of your mouth. DON'T follow me not right now." I walked into the nursery we had made and just cried for hours until Janet walked into the room.

She got behind me and held me I was done crying, but it seemed like she just started.

"I'm sorry"

Was all she said and all she had to say.

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