There is his cabana
I laid my head on his shoulder
He whispered something to me and it made me begin to wonder
Wonder why something suddenly didn't feel right  
"Did you ever read "Anthills of the Savannah" he asked in his rich textured baritone voice
Jolting me outta my reverie with a tiny shudder
"Yes, but never really found it captivating"
I said
What's your take on the book I queried?
"I never really enjoyed it myself"
I knew he had a lot more he wanted to say to me cause art was always his window
I turned to catch his gaze and said "so spill"
"What?" He asked
"Oh please Harry! Miss me with the BS and tell me what's on your mind"
I only forgot his pet names when I needed to get something outta him
He heaved a sigh, certainly not one of relief
And looked away from me.
"What's wrong babe?" I asked trying hard to conceal my worry

"I'm sorry, this wasn't what I promised you when when we married"
"And I could never love another like I do you"

"What are you on about?" I asked my voice trembling barely above a whisper.


"She's carrying my baby...
I'm sorry but it happened just once and now she's carrying my baby"

"Who is she" I whimpered
Seeing as we never had a child of our own .

Everything inside of me came crumbling down


Minutes passed, the silence was too loud
Almost deafening

I tried to steady my breathing but my heart was beating so hard I feared it might break free from outta  my chest.


"Harry Ese Williams! Who is she?"
This time around my voice betrayed me
And just when he was about to respond

My bestfriend walks in, our eyes locked  and I knew he didn't even have to utter a word for me to know who it was he was talking about.

r3d
10:09

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