Page 9 of Pieces of Us

Morgan

“ M ommy, Mommy… I want pancakes!” Mariah yelled, bursting through my bedroom door. I groaned as she jumped on the bed and bounced.

“Honey Bee, please. Give mommy five more minutes.”

“I hungry, Mommy! Pleeaseee.”

I removed the comforter from my head as I looked at my baby girl.

I was so happy she was feeling much better today.

Her funky ass father swore she was still sick, but when I checked her temp last night, she was just fine.

If his stupid ass paid more attention to her, he would know the difference between a spiked temp and a normal one.

“Okay, baby. I’m coming. Let mommy use the bathroom first. Go wake your sister for me.”

“O’tay. Meeegannn!” she yelled, rushing out of the room.

I chuckled as I went inside the en-suite bathroom to use it and take care of my hygiene.

Justin didn’t come home until almost three in the morning. My good mind told me to check his ass, but he never came to bed. I was sure he slept in one of the guests rooms since he didn’t sleep with me.

He was now on the strike list. This was strike two for his ass. I honestly didn’t want to fight with him. He had been amazing to me until recently. I wasn’t sure what happened within the three weeks since our anniversary, but something was amiss. I could feel it.

After brushing my teeth, I headed out of the room, bumping into my babies on the way out. Megan held her sister in her arms and smiled at me.

“Good morning, Mommy.”

“Good morning, Gingerbread. How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good. It’s Saturday. Can we do something fun today?” she asked as we descended the stairs.

“Sure. What would you like to do?”

“Get my nails done. Dad said he’d pay for us.”

“Did he now?”

“Mmhmm. Can Rudy come with us?”

“Of course. I’m going to call your aunt Drue, and we can make it a day.”

“Period!”

“Oh goodness.” I laughed as we entered the kitchen.

“Me come too, Mommy?” Mariah asked.

“It wouldn’t be a day without you, Honey Bee!”

“Yayyy!”

“Good morning my beautiful ladies,” Justin announced as he entered in from the back door.

Weak ass. Can’t even face me like a man .

“Morning, Dad. Are you still treating us to the nail spa?” Megan asked.

My stomach sank at her calling him Dad now. It reminded me of the secret we had been sweeping under the rug for almost fourteen years. God help me. Show me what I should do.

“Of course, baby. I promised you, and I always keep my promises, don’t I?”

“You do.”

“Alright then.”

I began removing the breakfast food from the fridge as Justin wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Can we talk?” he whispered in my ear.

“Megan, can you start mixing the pancakes and the eggs?”

“Sure, Mom. Can I cook the whole breakfast? I promise I know how.”

I chuckled. “Since when?”

“Auntie Drue taught me and Rudy. I got this.”

“Okay…You can start, but I’ll be right back to help.”

“Fine.”

I walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to one of the bedrooms on the first level. Justin came in behind me and closed the door, pulling me into his arms, but I pulled away.

“Baby…”

“No, Justin. I’m still hurt about what happened last night.”

“I know, Mo, and I promise I’m so fucking sorry.

I’ve never spoken to you like that before, and I feel fucked up about it.

My right hand to God, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I wouldn’t be where I am now if it weren’t for you helping me get here.

You mean so much to me that I couldn’t fathom the thought of losing you. ”

“Then who was that you were talking to on the phone last night?”

“It was Jonathan. I promised him I’d take him to Atlantic City for his birthday, but with my workload being so hectic, I hadn’t found the time to set it up.”

“Jonathan? Really?”

“Yes, babe. You can call him yourself, and he’ll tell you. I would never hurt you, Morgan. I’m so in love with you that I can’t see myself ever doing you wrong.”

I bit the inside of my jaw trying to believe my husband wouldn’t hurt me, but something new was nagging at me. I wasn’t stupid.

He was trying to make this seem like some brotherly shit, but the way he was talking didn’t quite register for him to be talking to a man that way. Even the way he looked at me when he saw me burst in the room didn’t measure up.

Just trust him, Morgan. He loves you.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

“Because you were on a rampage. I know how you get when you’re mad. I had to do something to stand my ground with you.”

“Whatever. I don’t want to fight with you. I’ll ease up on my doubts, but you need to start spending more time with us. I miss us.”

“Once I score this client, I promise I’m going to take you and the girls on vacation wherever you all want to go once Meg gets out of school next month.”

“Yeah, okay,” I replied, moving to leave before he caught my arm, lifted me on the dresser, and began sucking on my neck.

My nipples instantly became erect as my yoni felt the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm.

“Just—”

“Shhh, I know why you’re mad, baby. I’ve been neglecting her, but I’ma take care of her real quick, then fuck you all night.”

Those words melted my resolve. Maybe I was bitchy because he wasn’t having sex with me. It’d been a month. Why wouldn’t I believe he was having sex with someone else?

A moan escaped my lips as he captured them into his mouth. My legs spread open wider, giving him more access. His fingers swiped over my clit, and my body jerked slightly.

“Oh!” I yelped.

“Mmhmm. Put him where you want him, baby.”

I lifted my legs, slid his briefs down with my feet, and grabbed ahold of him, putting him where I wanted him. He teased my entrance a little before slamming into me. My hand covered my mouth to stop the scream that erupted from me.

“Shit, Justin,” I hissed through my teeth, grabbing his ass, trying to push him further inside of me.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby,” he whispered before sucking my neck.

My hips rotated as he began driving his hips faster, while pulling my head back. I was trying to keep quiet. Although I didn’t think the girls could hear us, I still didn’t want them to walk back here and hear their mother yelling for their father to fuck me.

“Yesss! Shit! Yes!” I quietly yelled.

Justin wrapped his arms around my thighs and continued to scratch the itch that I had been dying to get scratched.

“Shit, baby. I’m about to cum.”

“No. Don’t cum yet…Just a little longer,” I begged.

“I…can’t…hold…it,” he said with each thrust as he came inside of me.

Disappointment flooded me, but I kept my cool as he pulled out of me.

“My bad, baby. I couldn’t hold it. Your shit is so tight and warm.”

Yeah, yeah. Get away from me now, I thought, pushing back gently.

“I promise we’re going to finish later.”

“Okay,” I replied, sliding off the dresser and going to the bathroom down the hall to clean myself up.

I didn’t know how to feel in this moment. All I knew was my nagging ass subconscious was telling me one thing— He’s cheating.

After breakfast, the girls and I showered and got ready for the day. I called Drue earlier to let her know that we were having a girls’ day and to bring Rudy along with her.

Rudy’s father, Ishmael, and my sister had been divorced for about a year now.

Sad to say, but she had caught him cheating with his ex, and the hell she unleashed on him should have been part of a Lifetime movie.

I’d always known that my sister was crazy, but what she did to Ishmael was otherworldly.

Not only did she take him for almost everything he had, but she had sex with his brother and his cousin, voice recorded their sessions, and sent it to him with the words— Checkmate bitch .

When Ishmael got those messages, he came crying to our parents about what she’d done. He was literally in tears.

My father, of course, shunned her. He called her everything but a child of God and labeled her the whore of Babylon. Since then, their relationship had been strained… just as my relationship with him, only Drue didn’t talk to him at all.

It took about five months before Ishmael got over it enough to start taking Rudy on the weekends.

She told me that she had to threaten to fuck his daddy next if he didn’t start stepping up for his daughter.

I knew that man was still hurt by what Drue did to him, but in her defense, he had sex with his ex and both of her best friends.

He even got one of them pregnant. The dirty things men did.

Her lick back just happened to be more crucial than his betrayal.

Since it was the weekend, she had to get Rudy from her father, and that proved to be a task in itself. We had been sitting outside of his house for twenty minutes because he wanted to talk to Drue.

That man was still in love with my sister, even after she took down his brother and cousin.

Not to be boastful or brag, but my sister and I were irresistible.

I was just more reserved than Drue. Being a preacher’s kid wasn’t always what people thought it was.

At one point, we actually were on the straight and narrow.

However, once I started dating Nehemiah, that’s when things got bad for me.

I beeped the horn. I was over this already.

“Drue, let’s go!” I yelled out of the window.

“You want me to go get her, Auntie Mo?”

“No. I’ll do it,” I said, climbing out of the car.

I walked up the walkway, opened the screen door, and walked inside. When I stepped further into the living room, Ishmael had her cornered as she told him to get out of her face.

“Um, can we go? We have an appointment to get to,” I reminded her.

“Yes. We can go. Move, Ish.”

“Mo, let us have five more minutes.”

“I don’t have five more minutes to give. Bye,” she replied, walking around him.

“Well, when you drop Rudy back off, I need to tell you something.”

“You had twenty minutes to tell me whatever it was you needed to tell me. Your time is up. Come on, Sis.” Drue walked out first and I followed.