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"I turned her down because polygamy is forbidden in my household," I continued.
Stacy frowned but she couldn't keep the face and burst into laughter. "How do you even come up with these things?"
"It's called creativity," I replied.
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Did you tell her the real reason you turned her down?"
"I did," I answered as I took my seat.
"Do I have to get a wine-proof dress?"
"Nah, you're good," I smirked, "I made the enquiries; she's been trained not to."
"Then all's well that ends well," she said and focused on Jason.
It was evening. The evening rays of sunshine were cast on my wife and son almost like heaven, reminding me of my purpose here on earth. After the fight with Ian, each time I looked at my family, I couldn't help wondering if I too would go all out to get them or make sure they remain mine.
The answer was simple…. Yes. Yes, I would. With a heartbeat.
"What?" Stacy asked. "I've told you, you can't have breast milk during weekdays."
"What? No!" I blinked in disbelief. "I was just thinking what a wonderful family I have."
"Uh huh, sure you were," she nodded and focused on Jason, a smile forming on her face.
Maybe, I want the one who was a handful in the marriage. I could only wish Ian and his lover, good luck.
Chapter twenty-four
Bring us Back
Ian
I looked through the cute animal fails she had spammed me on Instagram. I wasn't the social media type and Natasha was the type that parents would be scared of letting her view the four corners of a laptop that had access to the internet.
In a way, I found it adorable.
If she found a random video saying wrong medical things she would send it to me and complain about it. At least she had the decency not to comment her know-it-all thoughts on the videos. Other times, we'd just text with her old number and talk about our day and everything we planned to do.
Friends: that was the term we used to define our relationship. It was the same thing I had told Lawrence and he didn't believe me. I wouldn't blame him for not believing. I was struggling to believe that she and I were just going to be friends and nothing else.
What was I to do with all the feelings I had welling inside me?
"You doing okay sir?" a voice asked.
I turned to see David. If I remember correctly, he used to share an office with Natasha.
"Yeah, I am," I said.
"You always seem out of sorts these days and it's a little worrisome," he said.
"I wasn't sure that you guys cared that much about me," I admitted.
"Despite the fact that you make sure our wallets and pockets remain fat every week, we respect you because you always seem to have it together," he said. "It kind of motivates the rest of us."
I looked around and noticed some of the staff were staring at us. They seemed worried too.
"What are my symptoms?" I asked.
