handling this situation at all.
“Look, Peach, or whatever your real name is, whatever you had with Rod is in the past. He’s home where he should be. We don’t have a problem taking you to court for his visitation rights.”
Rod gives me a blank stare that I can’t read. Oh well. Somebody had to say something. This busted trollop think she’s running something.
“You can’t talk now, Rod?” Peach asks. “I had this baby because you wanted a child, and you said your wife’s eggs were scrambled and fried. You made promises. You’re going to keep them or everybody in Atlanta is going to know how low you are.”
“Ain’t nobody scared of you!” I yell. “You ain’t the first groupie to pop out a baby! You best keep sliding down that pole and saving your tips, and you betta hope Rod don’t decide he want custody. You don’t look like a fit mother.”
Peach lunges toward me and Rod jumps in front of me. Peach screams every curse word she can think of at me, and I just laugh. The queen isn’t about to be stressed by the concubine.
“Stop acting like this in front of my daughter,” Rod says forcefully. I just now notice that Rodeisha is sobbing into her mother’s leg.
Peach nods to the nanny, and she leads Rodeisha back inside. I can still hear her sobbing even after I can’t see her anymore. What kind of mother cusses like that in front of her toddler? And what kind of woman wears stripper attire in front of their little girl? Ain’t nothing about her classy.
“Come on Dionne, let’s go. I’m going to reschedule my visit with Rodeisha.”
I notice that he says my visit and not our visit.
As we walk away, Peach screams. “Rod, you broke our agreement! I can’t be held responsible for anything that happens now!”
Rod frowns and shakes his head, but does not reply. When we get into the car he slams his door. He peels out of the driveway like he’s about to be in a drag race.
“Um, baby on board! Why you driving so crazy, Rod?”
“Why did you threaten to take Peach to court? I’m trying to keep things friendly between us for Rodeisha’s sake.”
“ Because, I don’t know if you saw what I saw, but she wasn’t going to let you see your child.”
“She would’ve if you hadn’t said anything. You’ve got to remember that I was with her for years, Dionne.”
I stare at him. “Do you remember being with her?”
“No, but I’ve seen the pictures. I know it wasn’t right, but it’s my fault not hers. I’m the married one.”
“So, what? I’m supposed to feel sorry for the hoe that was sleeping with my husband?”
“No. That’s not what I’m saying. I just don’t want you to antagonize her. It doesn’t help anything. You’ve got me. I love you, and I’m all yours. You don’t have to threaten Peach.”
I can’t believe my man is trying to check me over a groupie stripper. He really went there.
“So you’re gonna let her decide when you get to see your daughter ?”
“Until she gets over me leaving her, yes.”
“Well, I don’t care anything about her. If she comes for me, I’m coming for her.”
Rod bites his bottom lip and taps the steering wheel with his fingers. “Then, I think it’s best if you stay away from her for now. Especially while you’re pregnant.”
“I know you don’t think I’m letting you go over there by yourself when she comes to the door butt naked.”
“I’m not asking for your permission.”
I fold my arms across my belly and stare straight ahead. The baby is kicking, almost like he’s joyful. He must not have any idea what’s going on out here.
His father is doing a horrible job. He’s trying to keep two women happy, and when the women are your wife and former mistress, there’s no way that’s going to happen.
Chapter Four
Camille
B ryan is putting me through work to save our marriage. Just because I made a few
Heidi Murkoff, Sharon Mazel