Sexin' My Man's Best Friend(17)

"O … M...G! I fucking knew it!" Cynthia slapped her leg and shook her head.

My eyebrows came together. "Knew what?"

"I knew something was going on between you and Travis. I mean, the way  you looked at him on the Yacht with Valerie. You were so mad I knew  something was going on between you two. Not to mention the moaning I  heard on the Yacht coming from the movie room."

I glared at her. She nodded her head. "Yeah, heifer. I heard it. Not  only that, but I was spying on y'all. I was looking through the door the  entire time," Cynthia admitted.

My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe my ears. Cynthia knew about the affair the entire time.

"So why didn't you say something?" I asked, curious.

"Because I was waiting for you to tell me. I'm actually pretty shocked  it took you this long. Sad it took it to come to this for you to say  something. I thought we were girls."

I huffed. "We are girls, Thia. You know that. I just didn't want to be judged."

She scoffed. "Oh, so you thought I would judge you? Have I ever judged  before?" Cynthia asked but didn't pause long enough for me to actually  answer her. "It's not judging. It's called keeping shit real and if you  wanna know the truth, ya'll are wrong for doing that to Taylor. He has  every right to kick ya ass out the way he did. But you don't need me to  tell you that."

I blew out a breath. I wasn't really trying to hear it, but I knew she  was right. Had the shoe been on the other foot I'd be pissed and Taylor  would've had to leave the house until I felt ready to talk. Which I'm  sure is how Taylor was feeling now.

"But, no matter what I got ya back. Even If you are dead-ass wrong. Did he take your credit cards? You broke?"

I shook my head. "No. He was kind enough to leave them on. For now. I'm  just thinking is he really going to divorce me." I told her.

She tooted her lips. "I just think he needs time. I don't think he left  the cards on for nothing. It's not like you have Tayla. If he was done,  he would've shut those babies off. He just needs time to think. Trust  me, when he's ready. He'll contact you."

I nodded my head. She was right. I would give Taylor time to take all  this in and cool down a bit. But for the time being, I was going to look  for a place to call my own until everything got settled. I was still  going to call Taylor and tell him how sorry I was. I needed him to know  that I was truly sorry and that I wanted our marriage back. I told  Cynthia I was going to get a condo today and she offered to come with me  to help out.

By the end of the day, I had signed the lease to my condo and would be  moving in tomorrow. I was so excited. I needed to get furniture, dishes,  cable, and decorate Travis Jr.'s nursery. Cynthia said she would help  me with everything and that my fat self didn't have to lift a finger and  she wasn't lying. The movers moved in my furniture and Cynthia and Mike  painted my living-room walls lime green outlined in white.

My couches were antique white lofts. I loved the fact my floors were  cherry hardwood. I bought a rabbit fur white rug to lay down in the  living room. My dining room was painted red with white stripes. My  dining table was a crispy wooden white color, while the matching chairs  matched the walls. I wanted my kitchen to be bright yellow and white. My  room was baby blue and Travis Jr. was going to have a cupcake theme to  his room. Cynthia was good at drawing and designing so she was the  perfect person for the job. Since I was somewhat still depressed, I  wanted my condo to be extra bright.

It took almost two weeks to fully finish my condo and I was ecstatic when it was completed.

I thanked Cynthia for her help and really being concerned about me and  making sure I was comfortable in my place. She was on my speed dial for  when I go into labor.

Travis had been trying to call me but I wasn't ready to talk to him. He  sat there and did nothing while Taylor shitted on me. I'm not his woman  but I'm the mother of his child. I know I would have to call him  eventually because no matter what, I didn't want to keep him from  witnessing his son being brought into this world.

Once I was done grocery shopping and putting up every piece of grocery, I  cooked me a meal and rested on my living-room loft. I was worn out  physically and mentally. I missed Tayla like crazy but I was still  afraid to call Taylor because I knew he was probably still upset with  me. I wanted to speak with Tayla so badly.

After dancing around weather or not to call, I decided to call. At the  end of the day I'm still her mother and I have rights to her just as  much as he did.                       
       
           



       

When the phone rang, Marcia answered the phone with a snobby attitude.

"Tayla is having her dinner." Marcia snapped.

"Bitch, I don't give a fuck what she's doing! You put my daughter on the phone hoe!" I spat.

I heard Taylor in the background snatch the phone. "Tayla is eating, Sundy." He simply said.

"I know, Taylor. But it's been two weeks since I've spoken with her. I want to talk to my baby. Please."

He huffed, and I heard him call for Tayla. When she got on the phone tears streamed down my face.

"Hey, mommy! Where you at?" She asked in her little baby voice.

"Mommy is on vacation sweetie. I'll be back soon to see you, okay? I love you." I said, keeping from breaking down.

"Ok! Love you too, mommy!"

The phone went dead. I wanted to be back with my daughter and my family  so bad but I knew it was going to take some time. Just didn't know how  long it would be.





FIFTEEN


"What's up, Sundy? You can't answer your phone? What if something was  wrong with my baby? I wouldn't know anything!" Travis yelled, into the  phone.

I had the nerve to answer it after ignoring him for an entire three  weeks. I was hurt that he didn't say anything to help me that day. I  don't know exactly what I was expecting him to say but I just wanted  something; just to be defended. Even though it was my husband who was  throwing the insults, I still thought Travis would step in and defend me  merely on the strength of me being his unborn son's mother.

I was still half asleep and my eyes were stuck shut from the dry eye  boogers in the corner of my eyes. I had been sleeping so well in my  condo since it'd been finished. I never thought I would be able to sleep  well without Taylor by my side. I also didn't know how much I enjoyed  doing things around the house for myself. Things as little as cooking my  own meals and washing my own clothes. I told myself that if Taylor and I  worked this out somehow, Marcia had to go. I could take care of my  family without her. I'm the wife and the mother. Plus, after she was  eying me smirking the day Taylor chewed my ass, that was the last straw.

I glared over at my nightstand where my clock was resting. I couldn't  believe it was only 7 a.m. This fool had some nerve calling me this  early popping mess. I slowly pushed back my covers and headed towards  the bathroom, taking my sweet little time responding to him.

"First of all, Travis do not call my phone trying to chew me out this  early. I'm not in the mood. Second of all, if you cared anything about  your child you would've called me three weeks ago when everything went  down with Taylor. Hold up, if I'm not mistaken, you were the cause of  ALL this shit." I sat myself on the toilet and released myself. Lately  I've been peeing up a storm.

"What was I supposed to say, Sundy? Taylor wasn't trying to hear my shit  either. I was only there in case you tried to deny it. I just couldn't  go on knowing I'm having a baby boy and my best-friend thinking it's his  son. Why would you want me to do that? That's so selfish!" he said.

I rolled my eyes. I felt it could've worked out if Travis just tried.  Bbut there was no more room for IF's because the affair was out and so  was the fact I'm pregnant by a man who isn't my husband. I was just glad  no one else knew about this, and I doubt they ever would. Taylor would  never offer his business and neither would Travis. If Donnell found out  it would just give him something to talk shit about. And if Taylor's  parents knew, his mother would chew my ass out. I gotta admit I secretly  thanked Taylor for protecting me from being attacked.

"You know what," I said, getting off the toilet. "It doesn't matter  anymore. Everything is out now, there are no more secrets. Whatever  happens with me and Taylor, happens. I'm over it," I told him honestly.

"Okay, can I come over and see you? I heard you bought yourself a place.  I want to come see you and my son." He paused awaiting my response.

I really didn't know if I wanted him at my place but I guess he had a  right to know where my place of residence was because in two weeks I  would give birth. I told him I didn't know if that was a good idea. His  response was all too typical and something I knew was coming.

"Sundy, I'm the father. I have a right to know where my baby will be  living. If it's safe for him. I want to see his nursery to be sure it's  ok for him. Don't try to deny me that because I will fight to be in my  child's life."