of night while my wife slept beside me. She’s been acting very strange, and out of character since the day it all went down. I don’t know what I expected, for her to break down, I guess, but instead, she’s been on autopilot around here. When she isn’t tending to our son, she’s bending over backward to please me.
I think she’s trying to make up for the two years we’d lost. Funnily enough, I don’t want her to. I find myself thinking these days that I’m the one who owes her. The dust has yet to settle, there’s still a lot that needs taking care of, but the two of us are fully mended as far as I’m concerned.
We’ve spent the last week talking, reforging the bond that had been broken and me most of all, apologizing tirelessly for the way I treated her when she came back. If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never be able to make it up to her. Since I can’t touch Dana legally, as there’s no law against what she did, I had to find other ways to make her pay.
It was as simple as outing her to all of her friends and family. Her parents, who are just as narcissistic as she is, are trying their best to stay in mom’s good graces while turning their backs on their own daughter. Mom, who I have only lately come to realize is a sadist, has been eating that shit up and milking it for all its worth.
With the way she’s been acting, you’d think Dana’s sins were against her and not my wife and I. According to her, there’s nothing Dana can do in this life or the next to repay her for missing out on the birth of her first grandchild. And whenever she thinks I’m softening in my stance, which isn’t true, by the way, she reminds me of the hell my wife had to face on her own, alone and pregnant with my child.
So, mom has decided to make it her mission in life never to let anyone forget what Dana had done and how she’d betrayed my wife and I. As if to add insult to injury the way only a female could think of, she has asked Giselle to take Dana’s place on the charity board, something I’m wholeheartedly behind. But when she tried to talk my wife into coming to work for the company, I put my foot down.
Thankfully Giselle and I are on the same page when it comes to me keeping her barefoot and pregnant, something I’ve been working very hard at as well this past week. I haven’t spoken to nor seen Dana, and neither do I wish to, but Donovan has been keeping tabs on her, and last I heard, she’s checked herself into rehab. I’m still reeling at the fact that she’d kept a drug habit so well hidden all these years. I would’ve cut her out of my life long ago if I got even a whiff of that shit.
I still feel bad sometimes that I was the one who’d introduced her into Giselle’s life, that had it not been for me, her mother would never have found here after all the hell she went through to escape, but whenever I feel like that, I just seek her out and hold her, reminding myself that she’s safe with me.
Junior has been reaping the benefits of his parents’ love. Now that the anger and animosity between us were gone, we’re a family, and I couldn’t have wished for better for my son. Just an hour ago, I’d done my best to fuck another kid in her and won’t stop trying until she blossoms with my child. There’s a new kind of excitement building inside me these days, and I can’t wait to see her ripening with child, can’t wait to experience all that I’d missed with my firstborn.
My phone rang on the dresser across the room, and I eased her off my chest onto her pillow and hurried to answer before the noise woke her. She needs all of her strength because I’ve been in her every time she blinked for the past week. It’s as if something had opened up after all the past misunderstandings were out of the way, and we’ve been back to the newlywed stage like two horny teenagers who couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
I’m pretty sure Delores had complained to mom about our PDA