My Husnand and I
Dark Romance ?
Episode 13
~ Mary’s POV ~
I had another day before I had my appointment. I was so nervous especially since I didn’t see a way out of it. Not by pretending I was so or bargaining with the doctor. But I didn’t want to focus on whatsoever. Instead, I wanted to celebrate a new day, a special day.
Abbey had wanted to go out again today, but I told him I already had plans; plans that have been in motion for months.
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It was busy this morning as I got closer to the park. Traffic was starting to pile up as usual. Lagos and traffic are like bread and butter. I was grateful I chose to leave earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been waiting for a while, stuck.
During this time, the air was surprisingly cold. Finally reaching the park, I parked in the parking garage so I could greet her inside. Once I was through the double doors, I sat down in the waiting area. I casually played a game with my phone while waiting for her to arrive. That was until I received a text from her telling me their bus just arrived.
I briefly looked around for her through the throng of people who arrived. Seeing her with her back turned to me, I jumped out of my seat.
“Comfort!” I called out to the afro-textured ginger-headed woman standing beside several cars. She turned abruptly, her curls bouncing and I saw a smile grace her freckled face. We began moving toward one another, meeting halfway, before fiercely gripping each other.
“Well, if it isn’t the friend who never calls!”
I smiled as I was encased in a hug. Only God knows how much I’ve missed my best friend. It had been close to six months since we had seen one another. She had traveled to Abuja to visit her long-term girlfriend who played football professionally. I didn’t think she’d stay there for so long, but I was glad to see my friend happy.
Backing out of our hold I got to really see her. Her fair brown skin was glowing, her eyes radiating happiness.
“But I do call and when I did, all I would hear was you and your man doing stuffs,” I wiggled my brows laughing.
Comfort began laughing as well and shook her head. I knew she wouldn’t have a response seeing as it was true.
“How was your stay? I asked as we waited to collect her bag behind the bus.
We chatted about her experience in Abuja for a while as we collected her bags and then sought our way out of the park. She had a fantastic trip being able to travel wherever and whenever. She was ecstatic to have supported her girlfriend by going to her games.
Comfort kept telling me how proud she was and couldn’t wait until she was able to move out there officially. I was delighted about her trip. I had known Comfort since my college days, a little after I met John. She has always been a dear friend to me.
She wasn’t fond of John when he and I got together and she doesn’t like him. But even though she expressed her disappointment when I married him, Comfort continued to support me. Comfort herself wasn’t too good of love until she met her current boyfriend on one of her trips.
Comfort likes to travel a lot and has never been a person to stay in one place. But when she met her boyfriend, Ikenna, it just clicked. I remember talking to her on the phone after the two had been going on dates. Comfort confessed one night that she might actually be falling in love with him.
Now, here she stood before me, rambling on about the Igbo boy, Ikenna as we loaded her bags in the car before I pulled off.
“So, Mary,” she began and I could already tell we were about to have one of those conversations. I gripped the steering wheel a little harder than usual out of nervousness.
“What have I missed since I’ve been gone?”
“John and I are still trying for a baby,” I told her, trying to keep my tone neutral.
The car was silent as I continued to drive. I stole a glance at Comfort to see her thinking for a moment.
“Are you trying or are you still taking those plan B pills?”
Silence.
“My dear, you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” Comfort said in a soothing voice. “Do you even want a baby? His baby?”
“I love John, I’d do anything for him. And I want kids, but I just… I love him, but I don’t trust him. And I know I should because he’s my husband, but I…” my throat closed up and I felt tears up in my eyes.
“I know,” she reassured me. “But my dear, why are you doing to yourself? Why not just leave? Mary… he hurt you in more ways than one. It’s okay to feel uncertain and…”
“I can’t leave him, Comfort. He’s my husband.”
“And you’re his wife,” her voice carrying a bit of anger. “Shouldn’t that have meant something to him prior to you trying for a baby? And when did he decide It would be best to have a child? Until the day you catch him with another…”
“I’m not better, Comfort,” I cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of her sentence. And also because I had to get this off my chest.
“I..I cheated on him,” I admitted, ashamed and she gasped.
“So, did heaven fall?” she asked somewhat joking and genuinely surprised. Since meeting John I’ve never thought of another man, let alone looked at one. He was all I ever thought and talked about. I’ve spent years trying to please him and be someone he desires.
So, it was definitely a shocker that I cheated in a way. I still can’t believe that I shared more than a glance at Abbey. I was ashamed, but a part of me longed for him.
“I didn’t have sëx with the man though. We only shared a kiss and decided we can be friends.” I have so many questions, girl. When did this happen? Who is he? What do you mean friends?” I began telling her of the events that took place. Starting from when I first met him and his I felt about him. I also told her of our part to be friends and our last meeting of sorts.
By the time I was done, her eyes were open wide as she stared at me. She didn’t say anything for a while, lost of words. I didn’t speak up, waiting for her to say something. But she didn’t. We rode in silence before we reached Comfort’s apartment.
I was a bit nervous as to what she would say when she finally gathered her thoughts. I knew Comfort wouldn’t shame me, but she was never one to not tell the truth. She was upfront and honest. I pulled into a parking spot and we both got out. I helped grab some of her bags before she led the way into her building.
Comfort lived in a cool apartment that had a view of trees since her apartment faced the back. Her windows were large and brought natural light in. Her kitchen was decorated with stainless steel appliances to the right of the entrance. She also had a large living room that has a TV, and couch. The apartment also came with two bathrooms and a master bedroom. The bedroom had a bathroom inside while the other bathroom was for guests.
Her apartment was lovely with white furnishings and I came here plenty of times through the years. Most of them spent with us having girl’s night, just chatting with each other.
Choosing to sit on her couch after placing her bags down, I was hit with the memory of when I last sat here. Which was me being consoled by Comfort as I sobbed in her arms about a year or so ago.
“How does he make you feel?” she asked, suddenly parting me from my thoughts. She moved about her in the kitchen, getting a soft drink from the freezer. I knew she was talking about Abbey and not John. It didn’t take me long to answer.
“Like I matter.” Maybe I was emotionally deprived or something, I wasn’t sure. But although Abbey and I just met, “I don’t feel uneasy around him, it’s natural. He makes me feel safe and he’s made me laugh more than John has.
“Maybe I feel drawn to him because he’s another man.” I saw Comfort shake her head.
“Mary you have turned down a lot of men who found you attractive. All of them ranging from good looks to bad ones,” she started.
“What do you like about him?”
“Everything,” I didn’t hesitate to answer. “His scent, his eyes, how tall he is, his smile every time I see him. I like the way he compliments me just because he wants to and how thoughtful he can be. The way our conversations just flow naturally and the deep bass of his voice. I especially love when he speaks Yoruba. I just lov….” The word hang in my mouth as Comfort stared shockingly at me.
To be continued…
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