Dilemmas (Part 1) (18 page)

“Aiden, I want us to have a child, and then I will have a vasectomy. I will not tell Bevelyn about the vasectomy,” he said.

She sat up in the bed and looked at him.

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I am very serious,” he said.

“Maurice, I stopped taking my pills a long time ago,” she said.

“Really?” he said as he looked at her, his eyes filled with happiness.

“Yes, before I left. I already knew that I wanted this, but things kept happening. I want a baby. I want you. I want us,” she said.

“What about Tobias?” he asked.

“I don’t want him. I have never slept with him. I want you,” she said.

“I’m glad to hear that. And we will be together. I promise.”

“Maurice, before we’re together, I have to tell you—” she started to say when he cut her off.

“Baby, I have to go. I have to get the kids.”

She walked him to the door, where they could smell the dried out pizza.

“Oh, Maurice, the pizza!” she said.

“I already ate,” he said laughing.

“Stay here tonight,” he said.

“OK. I don’t want to do that thirty-minute drive tonight anyway,” she told him.

He disarmed the alarm and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work,” he told her as he walked out the door.

She armed the alarm again, smiling about their night and excited about the possibility of having her first child.

Maurice walked to the car and made a phone call.

“Are the lights on?” he asked.

“Yes, they were turned on as soon as you put the code in the alarm,” the voice said.

“I want you to keep an eye on her very closely tonight. Call me immediately if anything happens—it doesn’t matter the hour. Call me; do not text me,” he said.

Bevelyn was at home and wondering why she had not heard from Maurice. She had texted him over twenty times, with no answer. “I know he’s with that bitch,” she said to herself. She sat down on the couch, upset that he was not home. She decided to call him again.

“Yeah?” Maurice said when he answered the phone.

“Where the hell have you been, Maurice? And where are our children?” she asked.

“I’m picking them up right now,” he said.

“I asked you where you have been and where are they,” she said.

“They’re with my sister. Look, we’ll be home in a few,” he said.

“Damn it, where have you been? Hello? Hello?” she said, finally realizing Maurice had hung up. “I cannot believe he just hung up on me,” she thought, getting even angrier about Aiden.

Maurice and the kids arrived home, and Bevelyn was completely irate.

“Where in the hell have you been, Maurice?” she yelled at him.

He walked over to her and got directly in his face.

“Don’t you EVER raise your voice to me in front of my children,” he said.

She blinked her eyes rapidly and then looked at her kids, who were holding on to him in fear.

“I’m sorry, kids. Did you eat?” she asked the children.

“Yes ma’am,” they replied.

“OK, get ready to take your showers,” Bevelyn said.

“We took a bath at auntie’s house, Mommy.” Marchae said.

“OK, go ahead and put your pajamas on and go to bed. Mommy is sorry,” Bevelyn said.

Maurice walked around boxes, into the bedroom, grabbing his pillows to sleep on the couch. Bevelyn walked in and closed the door behind her.

“You’re married to ME! You better stop seeing her,” Bevelyn said.

“What makes you think I’ve been with her, Bevelyn?” he asked.

“I can smell her,” she said.

He walked up to her closely. “You
smell
her?”

“Yes, I smell her.”

Maurice smiled. “I guess you do know what she smells like, being that you’ve been eating her pussy like its candy,” he said and walked away.

Bevelyn’s eyes became huge. “What are you talking about Maurice?” she asked loudly.

“Oh, she told me,” he said.

She walked up to Maurice and got in his face. “That BITCH will not have you! Ugh, I smell her!” she said.

“She already does, and, oh yeah, that’s your imagination smelling her,” he said.

“How dare you come into our house, smelling like another woman and then boast about her?” she said, becoming even more irate.

“Bevelyn, you don’t smell shit,” he said.

“Oh really? Why not?” she asked, hoping he would say he wasn’t with her.

“We showered,” he said with a grin.

Bevelyn balled her fist up and punched him in the side of the face and then stormed out of the room door.

Aiden was lying in bed when she thought she heard movement by her bedroom window. She grabbed the gun and peeked out the window, only to see the trees blowing from the wind. Realizing it was just nerves, she thought it would be a wonderful night to sit outside. She laid the gun in her nightstand drawer, grabbed her robe, went outside, and sat on the porch to admire the stars as the beautiful wind gusted by her face.

As she looked in the distance, she noticed something on the ground beside her car and went to pick it up. As she got closer, she realized it was a glove. She stood up, ran back to the house, and turned the alarm on. She went to the bedroom and headed for the nightstand when she was thrown onto the bed. Her hair was yanked, and she heard a voice in her ear.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said as he started to raise her robe.

“Tobias?” she said.

Maurice was in the bedroom gathering his belongings when Bevelyn came back in.

“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” she asked.

“I’m leaving. I can’t do this any longer,” he said.

“Oh, so you think you can just leave me and the kids like this? What am I supposed to tell them?” She asked.

“Why, all of a sudden, do you want a marriage? We have never had a marriage, so why now?” he asked.

Bevelyn looked at him and could see he was serious about leaving. She sat on the bed, trying to think of reasons for him not to leave.

“I thought that you loved me, Maurice. We have children. I do not want them in a broken home, and I refuse to share you with her,” she said.

“So it’s your ego that you’re trying to save?” he asked.

“No, I love you,” she said as his phone started to ring.

He noticed the number and went to answer it. “Don’t answer that, Maurice,” she said.

He answered the phone anyway.

“There is someone in the house. He looks dangerous. We have the house surrounded. What do you want us to do?” the voice asked.

“Stay where you are. I’m on my way,” he said and hung up the phone. He grabbed his keys and raced to the door. Bevelyn was right behind him, yelling at him.

“I can’t believe you! You’re going to be with her again!” she said as she punched him on the back.

He opened the door, and she reached to slap him. He pushed her down to the ground, “Get the fuck out of my way!” he said as he dashed to the car.

“You look so beautiful tonight. You’re always so beautiful,” Tobias said.

“What are you doing here, Tobias?” she asked. “How did you find me here?”

“I’ve been watching you—even before you knew who I was. You always make my dick hard just looking at you,” he said as he pushed his dick , still in his pants, firmly against the back of her leg. “I like being out here—no one for miles. I can have you to myself,” he said.

“What do you want, Tobias?” she asked.

“You.”

Maurice was driving at eighty miles an hour, trying to get to Aiden. His phone rang.

He answered with his earpiece, “Is she OK?”

“Is who OK, Maurice? You need to get your ass home so we can talk about this,” Bevelyn said.

Maurice hung up the phone. His phone rang again.

“What!” he answered.

“The perpetrator’s name is Tobias. We can take them both out. We have a shot,” the voice said.

“Tobias? What is the hell is he doing there?”

“He’s talking, trying to fondle her, but talking right now. He has her on the bed,” the voice said.

“Stand down. DO NOT HURT HER! We do not have what we need. If he tries to hurt her, then take
him
out immediately! I really want him, if I can just get there,” he said.

“You looked so good getting fucked tonight,” Tobias said and then licked the side of her face.