Streets and Sheets 5

5.

Emerald

"He asked me if I felt like I was going to start working again to take his kids and move on." Erica and I started putting decals on the wall of the baby's room. We were way behind schedule and just finished painting.

Being pregnant definitely heightened all of my emotions which is something that I didn't experience the first time. I was at the point when I cried three times a day over tiny things but this wasn't tiny to me. The fact that Sloane was still letting Tay in his space to get under his skin was concerning.

"Don't cry. If you cry I'll cry." Erica put her had in my back. There were a few times where I thought about cheating just to see what, if anything, I was missing. Up until I found out I was pregnant again I was willing let toxicity overwhelm my life again. It's safe to say that this baby save me from myself.

"I don't know what to do." I leaned against the crib and let out all of the tears I should have cried last night. Leaving when I could give birth any day now definitely wasn't an ideal solution. Neither was me raising two boys on my own but the constantly going back-and-forth with my husband about my past was becoming draining.

"You gotta get it together soon that baby is coming any minute. Maybe Sloane just wanted some reassurance." I turned my face up at her wondering who's side she was on.

"Everybody needs reassurance Erica, I know that, but it's out of fucking hand. If anything I should be the one asking the questions." Sloane came up the steps before I could even get my words out of my mouth.

"That's true. Girl Especially after the while... chlamydia thing. That was grounds to call off the entire engagement." I agreed with her. That's what any other women would have done.

"You had to have seen the way he looked at me. Taking the kids was the farthest from my mind." I took the time to get my shit together.

Shake it off...
I thought to myself.

"All of this over Deontay?" She asked helping me dry my eyes.

"He told him that Deontay told him that the next time we fucked he would never know." Her mouth dropped when I gave her the back story. The statement was correct. I would never tell Sloane when or if that happened.

"That mother fucker sure is bold. Always has been." She laughed at the statement.

"I don't even know if I wanna..." I started before I heard Sloane come closer.

"Can I talk to you?" He cut me off. Last night I didn't give a damn about where he went or what he did. He talk a lot of shit.

I looked at him stand just out side of the door way in last nights clothes. I wasn't sure if he left the house or not but I could tell that he didn't have a good night sleep.

"Yes you can talk to her." Erica slid out of the room without me even answering.

"What now? Am I fucking Lacey too? ." I got ready for the bull shit.

"I didn't mean it like that..."

"Which part of it?" I cut him off. I was interested in his explanation.

"All of it. I should have thought before I spoke and I'm sorry." He walked towards me speaking softly. I could tell in his demeanor that the last thing he wanted was to escalate the situation. I shrugged my shoulders letting out a sigh because even though I knew I wasn't leaving he was terrified. Throwing that I was going back to work up in his face was just the right thing to do at the time. While I have been thinking about it is simply wasn't feasible with the many trips we were about to take back-and-forth to Vegas. Plus, he has been talking about another space that was larger and will leave space for an actual restaurant along with a lounge. The third location in the E's club chain would be amazing for The Thompson Event Group and the family. When we are able to get our hands on the space it will be full steam leaving no time for anyone to have their mind on miscellaneous things. Sloane was right we didn't need the money, but I need a hobby and at the time a way to push his buttons.

"What I should've done was let you know how I feel. I should've simply asked you for reassurance." He had obviously been standing outside listening to me and my sisters conversation for quite some time.

"I should've let you know how much you mean to me and told you that I don't know what I would do or where I would be without you. That's what I should've done instead of pointing the finger at you and jumping to conclusions." He began putting his thoughts on the table, now standing in front of me. It was obvious that the night he spent sleeping in his truck outside of the house did him good.

"You have never done anything to make me think that you were involved with anyone else or loved me less even after the Melody thing. I should be worshiping the ground that you walk on because you deserve it."

"I just want you to know that if I wanted to I would have. But I don't. Sloane all I want from you is to be the person that I fell in love with. The man who named the club after me to get my attention. The man who let me move in with him with no questions asked..."

"And I will be. I am I known all of the gifts and shit down stairs isn't going to fix it but it's a start." He cut me off. I truly miss the simpler times in the old brown stone because Winters Grove grew more complex by the day.

"A hell of a start." I I heard him moving around the house earlier this morning.

"You changed my life. Without you I would  be dead baby." I looked at him still thinking about how I could doing him dirty if  I didn't hand 8 pounds of baby sitting in my belly. He reached for my hand leading me down stairs.

"I should probably ask you the real question." My eyes widened.

"Do I satisfy you?"

"You think I'm out here faking it for your ego? That takes a lot of energy." I folded my arms.

"Am I and have I been fucking you right?" I just want to know." He shrugged. Honestly wish I had the energy to fuck while pregnant. I miss the intimacy I guess that's why I have been such a bitch. He stopped in the middle of the stairs.

"I'm 1000% satisfied." I felt silly even answering the question. This in office pissing contest lead to my husband questioning his sexual abilities which left me wanting to know more about the conversation.