Page 14 of The Heart Of A Real Woman: Marilyn & Moses

“I’m right here. I ain’t going nowhere. Cum for me, baby.” He said, already knowing what time it was. “Just like that. Fuckkk. Fuck me back as you cum, baby.”

“Shitttttt.” My hips went into overtime, slamming into him.

Then my body shook as the orgasm tore through me. When I finally came down, Moses leaned in, his voice low and rough.

“You hear that?” He asked.

“Hear what?”

“Listen,”

I paused, letting the sound wash over me. Thunder rumbled deep through the jet, loud enough to drown out Beyoncé’s ‘Smash Into You’ playing softly in the background. It felt like the whole damn playlist was made for my heartbreak… and my love for this man. Every word, every note—us.

“Shit, it’s pouring,” I breathed, my body trembling from more than just the storm.

Moses’s strokes hit just as hard as the thunder outside. Even while talking he did not miss a beat, causing me to moan once more. Then, right over my moans, the pilot’s voice came through the speaker,

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’re hitting some turbulence as we fly into a storm. I need everyone in their seats. Please fasten your seatbelts until we’re clear. I’ll update you shortly.”

We didn’t move an inch.

“You worried, baby?” Moses asked, pressing his forehead to mine as he stroked. Then he kissed around my chin, soft and slow… beautiful. Like he was strumming my insecurities with his lips.

The moment mirrored the first time he made love to me...when he took my virginity. That memory slammed into me hard. God, I loved this man, even when I didn’t fucking want to. He was the only man I knew.

I nodded for so many reasons.

“I ain’t. I should be thinking about making it back home to Jr. right now, but all I’m thinking about is us . I can’t picture anything more beautiful than leaving this earth with you. If I gotta die, let it be next to you... inside you. I love the fuck outta you, Mary.”

A tear slid from the corner of my eye, even though I stayed silent.

His words wrapped around me like a warm coat in the dead of winter, too heavy to ignore.

..too comforting to pull away from. They sparked a flame inside me I’d been trying to smother for months, and I hated how easy it was to let them in.

My hands betrayed me once more, slowly roaming his body. Gone was the slim boy I used to ride for. This was a grown ass man now. A little thicker, inked up, carved like a Greek God. Every curve of his muscle, every piece of art on his skin told a story... and damn it, I remembered every chapter.

“Take this shit off.” Moses ordered, tugging at the hem of the oversized T-shirt I still had on.

I could feel the shift...the way my touch lit a fire in him.

He was turned on heavy, hands ready to feel every inch of my body too.

But the second his fingers brushed the fabric, my heartbeat kicked up instantly.

Panic laced my arousal, my body torn between desire and the secret I wasn’t ready to share.

“No,” I whispered, hands clinging to the fabric. “Leave my shirt on.”

“What?” His voice dipped into a growl near my ear. “Don’t do that. Come on, baby. Stop fighting me. You know me. I need to feel your skin against mine. Please. ”

That word please from him ? That’s always been my weakness. The way he said it made my fight fold instantly, especially while he was inside of me.

Weak, I let go.

Moses lifted the shirt, slowly and carefully, like he was unwrapping something precious.

His lips found my collarbone, then trailed lower, planting soft kisses on my neck, my chest, down to my breasts, where his name was tattooed in hot pink ink.

That was always his favorite part of me.

He worshipped them like they were his religion, taking his time to suck each nipple passionately.

Moses never rushed anything. He was the kind of lover who’d hold off his own pleasure just to give me mine. Lick by lick, stroke by stroke. And now, he was taking his sweet time, kissing down my stomach.

Until he stopped.

Dead in his tracks.

He froze just above my belly button, his lips barely grazing the skin.

I felt his breath catch, then he suddenly pulled back and tapped the lamp beside the bed.

The soft light spilled into the space, and everything shifted.

His eyes dropped to my lower belly, locking on the subtle curve I knew he’d just felt.

At eighteen weeks, it wasn’t much, but without my clothes, it was there. Undeniable.

“You pregnant?” His voice was sharp but quiet, like the truth took all the air out of his lungs. He knew my body like the back of his hand, every flaw…every curve…every change.

I couldn’t move.

Couldn’t blink.

I just nodded slowly, biting down on my bottom lip as if it could keep the moment from breaking wide open. But I couldn’t. There it was. No hiding anymore...no more wearing shirts a size bigger. I’d carried the weight of this secret for months, and now it was staring both of us dead in the face.

∞∞∞

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I’m happy to inform you that we have landed safely. Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until we come to a complete stop.”

Finally, we touched down in a place I couldn't identify, as I still hadn't been informed of our exact destination. The only confirmation of our arrival came from the pilot.

Across from me sat a naked, angry Moses. In that moment, I couldn’t tell who was more hurt, me or him. Without a word, he rose from the bed once we came to a complete stop and began to put on his clothes.

“Come here,” he said once he finished.

Nervously, I rose from the bed and watched as he dressed me as well. We exchanged no further words. Once he was finished, Moses stepped out of the quarters and assisted one of our flight attendants, George, with the luggage. The man had packed for my ass.

I took the opportunity to carefully look around, and I realized we were on an island…an incredibly beautiful island. “Where are we exactly?” I asked Moses as I stepped off the jet. But he didn’t respond. Instead, George did.

“Your world,” he said with a smile.

I glanced at him in confusion. “My world?”

“That’s right. Your island in the Maldives. Hubby purchased it for you.” He winked.

My gaze shifted back to Moses, who was already a few steps ahead, his face unreadable behind a pair of all-black Tom Ford shades.

I didn’t even know what to say. I tore my eyes away from him and looked around, letting it all sink in.

He knew me so well. Knew how much I loved being surrounded by nature.

I loved it just as much as I loved getting lost in my crime novels.

The tropical sun was shining down on us, lighting up the lush green palm trees swaying in the breeze.

The sound of waves gently hitting the shore was so calming, and the sweet smell of saltwater mixed with the flowers around us was just magical.

Again, we’d traveled a lot since his success, but this?

This was some next-level shit. I couldn’t believe he’d purchased me my own island.

When we stepped inside the villa, a maid, Isabella, greeted us. She was older, Hispanic, with a kind smile that felt genuine. After introducing herself, she showed me around, and I paid attention to every little thing.

The villa was beautiful. Open space, high ceilings, and sunlight pouring through wide windows.

It had that perfect mixture of modern and tropical, with earth tones everywhere and art that made the space feel alive.

It felt intentional, like every detail had my name written on it.

Moses knew that brown had always been my favorite color.

“Who said I was sleeping in here with you?” I asked as I stepped into the bedroom, noticing he had brought our things in.

Moses peeled off his glasses, tossed them on the dresser, and then pulled off his shirt. He didn’t even acknowledge what I said. Instead, his voice cut through the room.

“Why the fuck would you keep your pregnancy from me?”

I swallowed hard but held my ground. “If you hadn’t fucked up, I would’ve been home and you would’ve known.”

“Nah,” he snapped. “That shit ain’t cool, no matter how you try to justify it. That’s something you supposed to tell me. I’m your husband. That’s my baby. What the fuck, Mary?”

I leaned back against the wall, breathing deep, trying to find the words to respond, but nothing came out. I knew I was wrong, but so was he.

“How far along are you?”

I let out a slow breath. “Just made eighteen weeks.”

He clicked his tongue, frustration evident in his tone. “You knew before you left home?”

“No. I found out a month later when I realized I had missed my period.”

“Have you been to the doctor?”

I nodded. “I’ve been seeing my mama’s gynecologist.”

“How many times have you gone?”

“Twice.”

“You heard the heartbeat? Had an ultrasound?”

“Of course.”

“Fuck,” Moses shook his head in disbelief.

“I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry as fuck about that. But that doesn’t give you the right to keep your pregnancy from me, especially after everything we've been through regarding that. A nigga would do anything to hear my baby’s heartbeat.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in the room until he finally broke it.

“What you was gon’ do? Divorce me and keep my kid a secret forever?”

“Don’t be dramatic, Moses. I was going to tell you and Jr. There was no way I could hide it forever.”

“When was you gon’ say somethin’?”

“When things calmed down… after the divorce was finalized. I knew being pregnant would only make you act out more, trying to get me back home.”

“And you was right.” He pointed at me, the diamonds on his rings catching the light.

“So now what?”

“Now, we sit on your big ass island until we get our shit straightened out. ‘Cause we stuck like glue, baby. No matter what, we ain’t getting no divorce. That’s what you told me, and I couldn’t agree more.” I watched as he stormed out.

Sighing, I pushed myself off the wall and wandered deeper into the room. I walked over to the large window and stared out at the beach. The water stretched far and wide, calm and clear under the sun. I closed my eyes and rested a hand on my belly, thinking about the life growing inside me.

There was a time when this felt impossible.

For a while, Moses and I had tried everything to get me pregnant, and nothing worked.

Turned out, PCOS was my worst nightmare in more ways than I ever expected.

It wasn’t just the breakouts or the irregular periods.

It was the infertility. The weight of it crushed me.

When the doctor explained that was the reason I was having a hard time conceiving, I spiraled into a dark depression I didn’t know how to crawl out of. Moses was hurt too. But not like I was. He found a way to keep moving. I didn’t. I stayed stuck.

The silence between us built a wall. Thick, heavy, and damn near impossible to break through. I shut down outside of work, doing whatever I could to numb the ache. And Moses… well, it became clear he found comfort somewhere else.