Chapter 17
Trust
Waking up next to my wife was something I didn’t think would ever happen again. I fucked us up so bad that I was going to plead until I couldn’t anymore. I knew how Yani felt about me, and it was a dick move to play on it, but I did what I had to, to get her back. I was tired of living without her.
When she said we could give this relationship one more chance, my heart did several flips.
She didn’t know how much I missed her presence.
Things with Xara was never supposed to get that far.
A family was never in the cards, but it was what it was.
I had my woman back and that was all I could focus on.
Juggling them wouldn’t be a hassle because of Xara going back to working overnight.
I fed her a bullshit story about me and Yani agreeing to me watching Brendon while she was away on some business trip.
Her dumbass ate it up and believed everything I said.
She just wanted me to call her every day and I had no issue with doing that.
Plus, I agreed to having Truce with me, so she was good.
Thing was, I knew Yani would give into a nigga so I already took the necessary steps.
“Good morning baby.”
“Good morning. What time is it?” she questioned as she rolled over and blessed me with that pretty ass smile.
“Shit, a little after eight.”
She immediately jumped up and started to look for her keys. She was adamant on us not engaging in sex until she could trust me again. I was cool with that. Having her back was satisfying enough.
“Check the couch. Why you rushing though?”
“I have an important meeting at ten. I can’t be late to that.”
“Alright. We haven’t spoken about this, but can a nigga come home?”
“Let me think about that. That’s a big step and I just said yes to giving you another chance.”
“Don’t do me like that. If we gon’ make it work, then a nigga needs to be under the same roof. You already pumped the breaks on sex so what’s left?”
“Fine Trust. Just text me when you’re ready and I’ll have Dawn or Calina come let you in and give you the new passcode. Now, can I go? I really can’t miss this damn meeting.”
“Give me a kiss and then you can dip out.”
She scurried over and gave me a quick peck before she bolted out the door. I was a happy and pleased nigga this morning. I already had a plan in motion and because Xara was so gullible, I knew she wouldn’t bother me. She just wanted me to keep my promise on us remaining a family.
I got myself together and left shortly after.
My first stop was to the crib I shared with Xara to grab a duffle bag of clothes.
I didn’t plan on coming back to that bitch other than grabbing Truce from her for the evening.
Yani didn’t need to grow suspicious of shit.
I couldn’t lose her again, but Xara was very dispensable.
When I made it to the house, Xara was just pulling up. I knew she was going to question where I been, but I wasn’t worried about her getting out of pocket or throwing a tantrum. She had finally let up about Yani, so she was believing whatever a nigga spewed.
Parking behind her, I got out and walked up to her giving her a kiss on the cheek and giving her a slight tummy rub.
“What’s up baby? How you feeling and how was work?”
“I’m good. Work was pretty easy last night. Where you coming from?”
“I had to run and drop one of my homeboys off to work. His car broke down.”
“You put clothes on just to drop your boy off?”
“I had stepped out last night, so I just threw on the same shit. Where Truce? I thought you were getting her from your sister?”
“She’s bringing her in an hour.”
“Cool. We got time to get it in before we have to be a parent.”
Her cheeks hiked and I knew that would get her to agree to whatever I told her afterward. I was back to making this double life shit work and that was all I wanted. Truly, if she left, I wouldn’t bat an eye. I loved her but Yani was and always would be a nigga heart.