Chapter 50. Interrogations

Ogling at my sexy husband as he hibernates this morning gives me a hybrid sentiment. Things really took a drastic wrong spin yesterday. Even though he slept soundly hugging me and our baby in my belly, I know that peace will be wrecked this very morning after he wakes up. That bitch is real turmoil. A pest. A pain in the core.

Why didn’t she just stay wherever she was? IMAO! They should have continued their immorality wherever they were and stayed the fuck off our lives.

I slowly peel Jerol’s arms off me, and after tapping my feet on the floor, I spring up, bending to kiss him on the forehead before wrapping a bathrobe on myself.

This morning was deemed to be phenomenal after yesterday, and despite the fact all was ravaged, I still want to make it sensational — for Jerol, me, and our baby. Like I anticipated, he was over the clouds with my pregnancy news last night before drifting off to sleep. At some point, I saw tears of joy brimming in his eyes. He couldn’t sto