out of her ass.
I pushed her gently away from me,
holding a tight reign on my temper, which was never a very pretty sight.
"You want to run that shit by me
again?"
She couldn't or wouldn't look me in
the eye and I didn't ask her to.
"I don't know if I want to do
this anymore."
"What does that mean, do
what?" Yeah this evening was turning out just dandy, that's what I get for
having my mind on pussy all day long today.
"I want to go back to the way
things were." She rung her hands as she looked up at me from beneath her
lashes.
My heart didn't stop or anything that
dramatic in fact quite the opposite happened; I have this strange phenomena
that's been with me my whole life, when faced with certain things I go to a
place of calm I get the sense that all will be well and I deal with whatever
accordingly. That's what I was feeling right now, this was some sort of power
play on her part and I didn't have to look too far to figure out where she got the
gumption to say this shit to me. Her mother hated our lifestyle and though I'd
never forbidden Janine to talk to her she wasn't allowed in my home around my
kids. She'd had those privileges revoked the first time she'd spurned my son
Jonathan because he was Marcy's; the fuck out of here, she must've lost her
fucking mind.
"You want out I'll write you a
check for five million, I'll have the funds ready by tomorrow morning."
Her eyes flew open wide in fear as I made my way to the entrance between the
kitchen and the rest of the house.
"That's it, that's all you have
to say to me?"
"Lower your fucking voice, I'm
not doing this with you, I'm not fighting fucking Elizabeth Stanton, I don't
answer to your mother. You didn't think this shit through too good babe, no one
backs me into a corner, this is something you've always known about me. What?
You expect me to kick my wives and children out of the house to please you;
you've lost your fucking mind. I repeat you want out there's the fucking
door."
I left the room and went in search of
my kids; I knew damn good and well she wasn't going anywhere, if I thought for
a minute she was serious I would've handled that differently but I know her
game, she could take that shit somewhere else it was never gonna fly with me.
"Daddy." My little princess
ran over arms out stretched a huge grin on her chubby cheeks. I picked her up
and buried my nose in her baby sweet scented neck. This was one of the great
pleasures of my day, seeing my kids. Chelsea was the oldest at three years old
her brothers Russell and Damien were two and one respectively; then there was
Jonathan, Marcy's son who was also two and lastly the twins Justin and Jason
who were just three months old. They were all spread out around the room in
differing stages of disarray while Anna sat off to the side keeping watch while
reading on her tablet.
"Hello husband and how was your
day?" She gave me her toothy grin that always warned me that she'd been up
to something.
"What did you do baby
girl?"
"Who moi, not a thing."
"Anna..."
"What, why do you always assume
I've done something anyway?"
"Because I'm usually right, now
out with it, what went on here today between you and Janine?"
"You mean the wicked witch of
the west?"
"Tell me you didn't call her
that how many times must I beg you to behave?" Shit that headache wasn't
going away any time soon. If this one had a burr up her ass about something
there's no telling what the hell I had to look forward to. She's not known for
her tact and her temper is as fiery as her scorching passion in bed. For some
reason Janine was more threatened by her than by Marcy and I didn't get it. I
don't know if its because she's of mixed heritage and has that exotic appeal
going on; who knows to me they're all fucking gorgeous but who am I? I'm only
their poor sap of a husband; my reassurances don't mean a damn thing.
"She was on the tele with queen
witch again and started acting the fool so I had to put her in her place.
"And how did you