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“I’m sorry.”
“Embarrassment. As I stood in front of the witnesses of our nuptials, there was a sick, fucked-up individual sitting feet away, plotting on destroying them. You don’t understand how humiliating that is.”
“Fuck standing in front of them people, Nature. I stood in front of you days prior and told you what it was. When I said until death do us apart, I meant that. I’m not a fucking boy anymore, Nay. I’m a grown ass man and I’m not backing down. Neither am I letting you run away this time. I’m ten toes down. If you need a week or two—shit, a month or two to sort your feelings, I’m all for it.
“But one thing about it, two things for certain, when it comes to your block, I’ma spin it. So, let me know what’s up. You need space? You need time? What’s up? ’Cause ain’t no such thing as separation and divorce ain’t an option. Ever. Ain’t no nigga ’bout to love you like I love you, Nature, and there’s not a woman in the world I want to give the chance to love me even a little. We in this shit. For life. What do you need? Tell me what you need and you got it. Just tell me what you need.”
“Space.”
Milo said nothing more. He took Mason from my arms and left me standing in the bedroom while they migrated to the living room. Closing my eyes, I allowed the tears that stung my orbs to fall down my cheeks.
“Don’t think I’m dismissing your feelings, because I’m not. I know it hurts. I know because I feel that same pain. But I’m not your enemy, Nature. I’m your ally, and as your ally, I’m staying right here until we figure this shit out.”
Nodding, I silently accepted his response before lowering my body onto the bed, praying to God that I was capable of mustering the strength to push through.
* * *
Daylight cameand went so many times, I’d lost count, yet I still couldn’t manage to pull myself out of bed. The door of the villa had opened and closed a million times and Mason’s laughter often woke me from my sleep. The father and son duo were finding joy in the midst of misery, yet I was left alone to sulk in solitude.
Darkness covered every corner of the space I occupied. Exhaustion continued to weigh me down to the bed. However, the lack of nutrients and underlying symptoms that accompanied almost every woman’s first trimester of pregnancy left me with a dry mouth and rumbling stomach. Unfortunately, I had no appetite. Not even the smell of food appeased me.
Distant footsteps drew closer and closer until I felt Milo’s presence in the room. Quietly, he laid our son beside me, searching blindly through the dark to locate my engorged breasts. Upon locating them, he pushed the silk shirt up my skin and assisted Mason in his mission to extract milk.
His fingers traced my skin, trailing my arm until he reached my left hand. Slowly, he pulled it toward his mouth and kissed me gently, soothing my soreness. Even in my state, I still yearned for him, his heart, and his happiness. I missed him dearly, but the pain hadn’t subsided and I wasn’t ready to push forward. Not because I desired progress, but because I was depleted and unable to press forward.
“I’m sorry, Nature,” he whispered.
He was out of the room within the next three seconds, leaving Mason and I alone. Sleep came so easily. It didn’t matter how many hours I’d spent resting. My son’s heartbeat lulled me into a slumber, following his lead.
* * *
The sun greetedme right along with soft, strategic kisses on the skin of my vulva. Gasping, I clenched my muscles as my body stiffened underneath Milo.
“Relax,” he begged, kissing my clit.
“I don’t wanna fight.” He sucked it into his mouth.
“I don’t wanna hurt.” He sucked harder.
“I don’t want you hurting.” He swiped his tongue across it rapidly, applying the perfect amount of pressure. My legs began shivering just as he slowed to a creep.
“I want to make you feel better, Nature,” he explained as he slid two fingers inside of me.
“Milooooooooooo.”
“I love you so fucking much. God knows I love you.”
He quieted, continuing his assault on my pussy. I melted in his mouth, unable to withhold my orgasm. Milo knew what buttons to push, how to push them, and how long to apply the pressure to them. Massaging my g-spot with his fingers while sliding his tongue across my clit was a lethal combination that split me right down the center.
“Oh God. I’m cu—Oh God.”
Milo lifted until he was on his knees with his veiny tool protruding the air. He stretched my legs, pushing them toward my head until the tips of my toes touched the massive headboard behind me. Slowly, he slid inside of me.
“Ummm, shit,” he moaned.
As if the world was ending and this was the very last time we’d make love, Milo stroked me like his life depended on it. Naturally, I received him, opening so that he could fill me to capacity. Our lips met.
His kiss possessed healing powers beyond my comprehension. My broken heart began to mend.
