Sexin' My Man's Best Friend(15)

My eyes began to water. I wanted to tell him so bad what was going on.  About the affair, me being pregnant by his best friend, just everything.  I couldn't help the tears falling from my eyes. It was just too much to  bear knowing I could possibly lose Taylor because I was so stupid and  selfish. I knew Taylor loved me with his heart and soul, but did he love  me enough to forgive me for this painful secret that I was holding in?





TWELVE


4 months later ...

FALL

It was Halloween and I was literally as big as a house. I was 8 1/2  months pregnant and felt like I would pop. These four months had been  the most stressful I'd ever encountered. Not only had I not told Taylor  yet about the baby, but Travis was calling bugging me every day about  it. It took him coming to one of my doctor's appointments to get him to  calm down about the situation. He was ecstatic when he found out we were  having a little boy.

I was kinda on fence when Travis demanded to go to a doctor's  appointment because I knew Dr. Matthews would question who exactly  Travis was. I told him Travis was my brother and he bought it. I was  immediately surprised when Travis didn't chime in and say he was  actually the baby daddy. I could see he was a little offended by the  comment but he kept his mouth closed.

Travis had his Jr. but while he was thinking that, Taylor thought he  also had his Jr. Travis threatened me every day to tell Taylor about the  baby not being his, especially when Travis found out it was a boy. He  wanted nothing more than to be in his son's life. I actually had no  plans on telling Taylor. I'd made up my mind and I couldn't break the  news. I'd rather continue the way it was now. I actually did not believe  Travis would tell Taylor because if he was going to he would've been  done it. Plus, I don't think Travis wanted to lose their friendship.

Since it was Halloween, Taylor and I decided to take Tayla up to Fear  Fest at King's Island. This was the last day they would be open until  next year so we wanted her to have a blast. She rode almost all the  rides in the entire park. I could only get on some kiddie rides because  my stomach was like a giant air balloon. My feet were swollen, and I  waddled everywhere. I must admit Taylor was being the best dad and  husband ever.

He rubbed my feet and massaged my back when they ached. He would  actually give Marcia time off so he could cook for me, which, he was an  excellent cook. My love for him was growing day by day, and day by day, I  knew it would be a huge mistake to ever admit to my affair and that I  wasn't carrying his seed. Travis would just have to live with secretly  sharing our son. The entire time we were at King's Island, Travis was  calling my phone but I wouldn't answer. He texted a million times asking  how the baby was.                       
       
           



       

He was really becoming a pest but I knew he was just so worried about  his son. I actually didn't expect for Travis to be like this. I thought  he was going to be cool and chill like always but he had changed a lot,  his life centered on our son. He'd already gone shopping for him. I  didn't know what was going on with Valerie but he hadn't mouthed a word  about her in four months. I guess he told her about the baby, so now  she's not feeling too joyful anymore? If that were the case, it was good  to me because the bitch was too damn happy all the time anyway.

It was freezing cold outside and I hated the cold. Times like this I  wished I lived In Florida. There was seriously nothing to do in  Cincinnati during the cold months except for ice skating on Fountain  Square. On the drive home, we stopped at a Chinese restaurant and  ordered fried rice although we had ate tons of goodies at King's Island.

By the time we got home, Tayla was passed out. Taylor had to carry her  inside and put her in her bed. We both took a bath together and lay in  bed with hot cocoa in our hands. Taylor rubbed my belly in circular  motions. It was something he loved doing since I started to show.

"I love you, son," Taylor said, kissing my belly.

Words couldn't explain how shitty I felt for leading him on, but this was how it had to be.



****

"Girl, get ya fat ass up! Let's go shopping!" Cynthia squealed into the phone like it wasn't ten o'clock in the morning.

I rose from my bed yawning and rubbing my eyes. This heifer was out of her mind. I glared at the clock and instantly got pissed.

"Honey, do you not see the time?" I said, annoyed.

"Yeah, I see it. And? By the time you get ready it'll be eleven o'clock.  Now get up. I got a fun day planned for us. Make sure you bundle you  and that baby bump up!"

Without another word she disconnected the call. I turned over to see if  Taylor was still in bed and he wasn't. He began going back to work but  only for short amount of hours. I knew Marcia had already taken Tayla to  daycare so I was the only one who needed to get up and going. I dressed  myself in the only thing I could fit now. I put on some brown leggings  with a brown maternity echo sweater that Cynthia had bought me last  year.

This year was my first time wearing one. It was comfy and plenty room to  move around in. This was definitely Ugg boot season too, so I had to  slip some on. I flat ironed my hair bone straight and was out the door  at exactly 12 p.m.

I didn't arrive at Kenwood Mall until thirty minutes later, where  Cynthia was waiting for me at the front entrance. I hadn't seen Cynthia  in over five months. Her and Mike were always on vacation along with  their daughter, Daisy. Cynthia was a big time family woman and I admired  that about her. Mike was her soul mate and her rock,sort of like me and  Taylor.

"About time ya big ass got here," Cynthia stood up to hug me.

"Ol' shut up, heifer. I can't move that fast with this belly ya know." I cracked.

"Girl I still cannot believe you're pregnant again. I just knew Tayla  was going to be the only child like you are. And I know Taylor ecstatic  about being a daddy to a son. Girl Mike want a son so bad but I don't  think I'm ready to carry another baby. We're always on the go. No time  for that."

We started walking in the direction of all the stores. Kenwood mall was  my favorite mall in Cincinnati because it was big and diverse. Their  prices were good and you can count on grabbing some good food too. I was  listening to Cynthia talk about their recent trip to India, which is  why I didn't hear from her in five months. She told me how there were so  many people with Aids over there that it was ridiculous. She also told  me that over there, they believe in eating humans and selling the body  parts in markets with onions and carrots, I listened on disgusted. I  never have and never would make plans to visit India.

We didn't even know where time had gone. By the time we were done  shopping, it was going on 5 p.m. We both had about one hundred bags  each. Some of the security guards had to actually help us carry some of  the stuff out to our cars.

Before we departed, we stopped and grabbed some Chipotle and went our  separate ways. It was always good to hang with Cynthia. We would  literally talk about everything under the sun. I wanted so badly to tell  her my situation but I felt it was no longer any point in that. I've  made my decision on what I was going to do and that's not telling Taylor  about the baby. If Cynthia was to ever find out, I knew she wouldn't  judge me.

I arrived back home around five. I had called ahead of time to see if  Taylor was home to help me with my bags. When he didn't answer I figured  he was still at work. That was until I saw a Pepsi Blue Range Rover  parked in the front of our home alongside a U-Haul truck. What the hell.  I didn't notice the car but I knew it wasn't Taylor's. I parked my car  and waddled all the way towards the front door. When I got inside, I  could hear two deep voices talking and it was coming from the kitchen.                       
       
           



       

When I got closer and peeped inside the door, I could've shitted my  pants when I saw Travis and Taylor both standing side by side, while  looking in the direction I was in. Travis was leaned against the counter  with his index finger rested on his temple while Taylor's expression  was unreadable. He was staring at me with such piercing eyes that I had  to look away. It was like he was digging my grave with his eyes.

If I wasn't smart, I wouldn't have known what was going on but I knew  exactly what time it was. Travis wasn't playing games anymore. I knew I  was caught and that Taylor knew everything.





THIRTEEN


"Well, well, looky who's back from shopping and spending all my goddamn money," Taylor hissed.

I could sense the hatred in his voice. All I could manage to do was  stand there looking at him. I knew I looked pathetic the way he was  staring at me, looking up and down, while shaking his head at the sight  of me. Travis just stood there with his eyes on the floor.