(Part Two)
Justin's fingers drummed against his armrest while his eyes were glued to the clock. He watched each minute slowly tick by until he had unknowingly been staring at the clock for a full twenty minutes. Now half-way into the session, therapist, Ava Jennings decided to pull him from his trance.
"So can we assume that this will be another individual session?"
"No!" Justin bellowed before his voice softened, "She'll be here. She's just probably running late. She had to pick up the kids from school and then drop them off with my in-law's across town."
"Okay well can I ask some questions while we wait a few more minutes?" Ava adjusted her glasses.
"Sure why not." Exhaling a deep breath, he scratched his goatee before meeting Ava's slanted eyes, attributed to her Chinese and African-American heritage.
"Tell me about your three sons, Michael, Cory, and, Jordan."
"Actually I have three daughters, Michal, Kori, and Jordin." He proceeded to give the correct spellings of their names. " Dee has a bit of a fascination with male names I guess. Well actually, she's just obsessed with Michal Jordan that's how she named two of our daughters. I had no say in that. I was allowed to name Kori, but made sure to keep with her tradition."
"Is that a tradition her mother started?"
"Oh hell no. Her mother hates it that Darnell and her sister have boy names. Hates it."
"Okay." She jotted something on her notepad. "How is Mrs. Timberlake's relationship with her mother?"
"Um you might want to ask Dee these questions. She could give you a better answer." For someone who had been so talkative a few minutes ago, he hadn't had much to say on the subject.
Even outside the therapy sessions, he remained out of the matters of Darnell and her mother. He didn't want her to discuss the countless arguments they had because he couldn't stand to see Darnell upset about it and she didn't care for his advice anymore. Whenever she argued with her mother, she'd come home and argue with him. It was a never-ending cycle until they started ignoring each other all together.
"Well does her relationship with her mother put a damper on your marriage?"
"I said I didn't want to talk about it but if you're asking if her mother is the reason we stop having sex before Dee moved out then I'll say yes."
"Hmm." Ava raised her eyebrow skeptically and whipped out her pen to take more notes. She returned the pen to its station behind her ear.
"So you're blaming your mother-in-law for your sexless marriage?"
"Yes she frustrates Dee and a frustrated Dee can't get excited about sex. Furthermore, she doesn't even want to bother with it. When she moved out, you know after she kicked me out and I moved back, it was apparently because she had to be away from me to get herself together. She couldn't focus because she would have to tend my needs instead of her own. What do you think of that?"
"I actually agree with that."
"Well yeah who the hell asked you?" Justin snapped.
"You did Mr. Timberlake." She smirked.
"So…"
"How is your relationship with you mother?"
"Cool. She knows her limits. It took her a long time to respect them but everything's cool now. I didn't even tell her that Dee and I are separated otherwise she'd be raising hell."
"Are you sure it was a good choice not to tell her?"
"Yeah Dee and I won't be separated for much longer."
"You sound pretty sure about that."
"Yes I am." Justin replied with a definite smirk of his own.
"Oh and when do you anticipate this reunion?"
"As soon as I can make it happen."
Ava smiled a little, setting aside her notepad, "And if you're wife isn't ready?" She didn't wait for his response.
"What if she wants to drag out the separation until she feels she could be a better wife? Better yet what if she's just done with you and wants a divorce?"
"Hey don't use that word. We are not getting a divorce. Dee still wants to be with me. You heard her say that, you heard her." He was beginning to sound like a desperate little boy.
"Yes in retrospect, but-"
"She still loves me." He was now perched on the edge of his chair.
Ava sighed. "I'm sure she does, however-"
"Let's just postpone this conversation for when Dee gets here." He folded his arms across his chest and sat back in his chair.
Ava glanced at her watch and emitted another sigh. "Our session is practically over. Your wife isn't coming." Justin tried not to show his disappointment as he abruptly stood.
"I guess I'll see you in two days." He snatched up his coat.
"Yes and we'll discuss how the children are handling the…separation." Ava's last words met the back of the door after Justin's hasty exited.
~*~*~*~*~
Justin thought he was going to jump out of his car the moment he parked in front of his sister-in-law's house. However, that was not the case. As angry as he was at Dee for deliberately skipping today's session, he seemed more content to stalk outside rather than go inside and have that dreaded argument with her.
His decision whether to stay outside or not was made when the front door opened and his daughters came sprinting down the walkway.
Jordin being the daddy's girl of the three was right in front and screaming his name the entire way. Justin exited the car in time for her to throw her small frame into his. She wrapped her short arms around his knees, forcing him to stand still and acknowledge her.
Staring into her face that had so many of his features and apparently none of her mother's, he actually felt his anger diminishing. >Jordin's grayish blue eyes twinkled as she told her father what she did today.
"Me and mommy were drawing. She drew you daddy."
"She did?" Justin eyes widened as if he was excited when he was actually confused. He had never known Dee to draw portraits of him, ever. It was always cartoon characters and such that she created.
"Uh huh. She make you ugly daddy!" Jordin politely covered her mouth while emitting a fit of giggles.
"I'm not surprised." Justin murmured, lifted Jordin into his arms, and then looked to his other two girls. "What's up Mike?"
"I'm cool." As always, she stood with her hands on her hips, and was frowning much like her mother used to and still does. "What's up daddy?" She raised her chin to him as if she wasn't nearly as tall as he was already.
"I'm cool too." Justin shook his head while cracking a small smile. Michal had clearly spent too much time with him and her Uncle Drew/Godfather when she was a toddler.
"How was school?"
Michal immediately scrunched up her face and plucked away a loose brown curl. She yanked on the hem of her ruffled denim skirt that he was sure her fashionista aunt had purchased. "I had to take a spelling test today. Mommy helped me study."
Justin simply nodded and stuffed his hand into his pocket. He finally glanced at Kori who had been patiently waiting her turn as always. He wouldn't exactly say that she was suffering from middle child syndrome. It was more so her laidback personality that made her rarely compete for attention.
She was like her father in which she would wait until acknowledged. However, her outer appearance, except for her light coloring and wild hair, was all Dee. Her face was plump and round, with similarly shaped dark brown eyes. Looking at her current short stature, he knew she would grow up to be no taller than her mother's 5'4 frame.
"Hey Kori." He used his free hand to pull her to his side and then ruffled her mop of curls as usual. In fact, she was the only one that allowed it. Jordin had been practically trained in etiquette and grace by her grandmother while Michal was simply too grown to allow her father to play in her hair.
"Hi daddy."
"That's all you have to say?" She was quiet but she did enjoy talking about what she did in school each day. "What's wrong?"
"Mommy's mad." Kori began, "She's in her room. And she locked the door."
">Gran'ma was mean." Jordin offered. "She a poopie head cuz she made mommy cry." Her lips poked out dramatically. Justin stifled a laugh at the thought of Victoria being a poopie head.
"Is that true Mikey? What did Grandma say?" He asked her because he knew she was famous for eavesdropping.
"I dunno. I forgot to eavesdrop, but mommy went straight to her room and locked the door. She was so mad she didn't even open it for Auntie Darrien. I didn't see her crying though."
Justin sighed, "Alright Mike tell mommy to come outside for a minute."
"Good luck." Michal had the nerve to say before walking ahead.
Justin rolled his eyes and childishly stuck his tongue out at the back of his oldest daughter's head. He lowered Jordin to the ground, she grasped Kori's hand and then they followed Michal inside.
As always, Justin observed the landscaping of his sister-in-law's house while he waited for Darnell. There was never a dull moment whenever he took in the details of Darrien's home.
It was much different from his brick row house that was semi-detached with a large yard and tall tree out front. Darrien's house was a substantially large four-bedroom structure with a patio and deck and curved cobblestone driveway. She had an arrangement of plants enclosing the façade of the house and stylish outdoor furniture located on the porch. The beautiful house was the only item she requested and received during the divorce proceedings.
While Justin became fascinated by the house, Darnell suddenly appeared in the open doorway. She leaned her hip against the frame as Justin stared as if he hadn't yet noticed her. It wasn't until she clamped her hands together behind her back and began sauntering towards him that he blinked and acknowledged her.
He wasn't smiling. He wasn't frowning. He simply stared blankly while leaning against the car with his arms folded. Darnell stopped in front of him, the top of her head reaching just below his chin.
Darnell swiped her hair away from her face, "Michal said you wanted me."
"Yeah I wanted you to come to therapy."
"Oh well, pfff. I didn't feel like it." Darnell shrugged and headed back up the walkway. She promptly entered the house and proceeded to her bedroom. Knowing that Justin would follow regardless, she didn't close the door behind her.
She tossed herself on the bed, stomach first, and picked up a comic book. The sight of his wife's retreating back and her simple brush-off made Justin angrier than he'd initially been.
And without much thought, he strolled over to the bed and smacked Darnell across her rear. Months of frustration were evident in that smack, however it only resulted in a feeble sting for Darnell.
She whirled around on her back and glared at him. She asked, "What was that for?" but Justin didn't specify. Instead, he squeezed onto a small corner of the bed in front of her.
"Are you sick, you're still in your pajamas?"
"No."
"Something happened with the kids and time just caught up with you? I'm just speculating here…Is that a no too?"
"Yes."
"Yes, no or No, no?"
"Yes, no." Darnell snapped annoyed. She couldn't stand the sarcastic whiny side of Justin.
"So you just didn't want to come?"
"I thought about it but then decided not to." Knowing that Justin would rather not hear about her argument with her mother, particularly the ending, Darnell didn't bother mentioning it.
Justin momentarily closed his eyes. "Who goes to see a marriage counselor for individual sessions, Dee? I do, obviously. I'm the only one on earth who does that."
"And do you know how hard it is to convince a therapist that your wife still wants to be married when you're sitting there by yourself? She basically laughed in my face and told me that you wanted a divorce and I should grant you one."
Darnell turned to him with her mouth opened wide. "She did not."
"In so many words she did." Silence followed Justin's reply. Shortly, Darnell exhaled a deep breath.
"Well, we never talked about getting a divorce."
"And we won't." Justin quickly added while nudging Darnell over slightly to make space for himself on the full-size bed.
Offended, Darnell propped herself up on her elbows. "So we talked about what you wanted to talk about, allowed you to vent and that's it? To hell with what I have to say right?
"No. Tell me what happened with Victoria. I heard that she made you cry."
"I don't want to talk about it." Darnell scoffed and lied back down. "Therapy session over." Remaining silent, Justin tossed his arms behind head.
That right there is why they never got anywhere when it came to taking care of problems in their relationship. If it'd hurt too much to talk about it, then they hadn't. Instead, when Darnell used to go to a room by herself and cry, Justin learned to pretend not to hear it. All feelings and emotions were kept to themselves.
Noticing how quiet Justin had gotten, Darnell turned over so that she was facing him. Due to an old habit, she tucked her head underneath his chin and her arms around his middle. Those two movements alone proved to be the most intimate Darnell had willingly been in months. She surprised the hell out of Justin when she lifted her head and pecked him on the lips.
"Sorry I didn't go to therapy today. I didn't deliberately skip today's session." No matter what she had led her mother and Darrien to believe.
"You think an apology and a little kiss is going to change the fact that I'm still mad at you?" Justin said all while pulling her closer. He couldn't help that his body was dying to be near hers after being denied for so long.
"Mmm, it used to." Her almond-shaped eyes flickered with amusement as she leaned against chest.
"Well that was back when I was young and horny." Justin mused over how relaxed she seemed to be with him. He was caught off guard but he didn't question it. He was going to milk it for all he could until whenever.
"…And how long ago was that exactly?" Darnell tossed back and Justin laughed.
"It's going to take a lot more than a peck especially after all you've been putting me through." He smirked with a wink. Darnell immediately sat up with a suspicious glint in her eyes and then she frowned. The playful and intimate moment was gone.
"Nuh uh." She was already climbing out of the bed. "I know what you're thinking."
"What?" Justin feigned ignorance and grabbed at the tips of her fingers, trying to pull her back to bed.
"No way Justin."
"C'mon Dee it'll be just like old times." He jumped up to stop her at the open door.
"Look, even your bedroom is the same." He waved his hand around. "You moved all the same stuff in here, this big ass Michael Jordan poster right over your bed that I've always been jealous of, the Wonder Woman one over there, and even these same damn Chicago Bulls bed sheets."
"And your point?" Darnell place her hands on her hips. "I thought I said until I get myself together sex would be cut off for a while."
"For a while? Dee it has been an eternity!" Justin exploded. "If I say you don't ever have to go to another therapy session ever again, can we lock ourselves in this room for two days?"
Darnell glared instantly, not at all amused by Justin's comment. "Is that all you care about? It is, isn't it?" She slammed the door close and faced her husband. "You want to get me in that bed, put one more baby in me so I won't be able to go back to school don't you. You and my mother are plotting against me, aren't y'all! I can't believe it!"
Darnell didn't give a confused Justin the opportunity to respond as she dashed from the bedroom in a fit.
"School? Plotting? What the hell is she talking about?" Justin scratched at his mop of hair and then his growing beard. " Dee is going crazy and I think she might be seeing the wrong kind of therapist."
Justin's fingers drummed against his armrest while his eyes were glued to the clock. He watched each minute slowly tick by until he had unknowingly been staring at the clock for a full twenty minutes. Now half-way into the session, therapist, Ava Jennings decided to pull him from his trance.
"So can we assume that this will be another individual session?"
"No!" Justin bellowed before his voice softened, "She'll be here. She's just probably running late. She had to pick up the kids from school and then drop them off with my in-law's across town."
"Okay well can I ask some questions while we wait a few more minutes?" Ava adjusted her glasses.
"Sure why not." Exhaling a deep breath, he scratched his goatee before meeting Ava's slanted eyes, attributed to her Chinese and African-American heritage.
"Tell me about your three sons, Michael, Cory, and, Jordan."
"Actually I have three daughters, Michal, Kori, and Jordin." He proceeded to give the correct spellings of their names. " Dee has a bit of a fascination with male names I guess. Well actually, she's just obsessed with Michal Jordan that's how she named two of our daughters. I had no say in that. I was allowed to name Kori, but made sure to keep with her tradition."
"Is that a tradition her mother started?"
"Oh hell no. Her mother hates it that Darnell and her sister have boy names. Hates it."
"Okay." She jotted something on her notepad. "How is Mrs. Timberlake's relationship with her mother?"
"Um you might want to ask Dee these questions. She could give you a better answer." For someone who had been so talkative a few minutes ago, he hadn't had much to say on the subject.
Even outside the therapy sessions, he remained out of the matters of Darnell and her mother. He didn't want her to discuss the countless arguments they had because he couldn't stand to see Darnell upset about it and she didn't care for his advice anymore. Whenever she argued with her mother, she'd come home and argue with him. It was a never-ending cycle until they started ignoring each other all together.
"Well does her relationship with her mother put a damper on your marriage?"
"I said I didn't want to talk about it but if you're asking if her mother is the reason we stop having sex before Dee moved out then I'll say yes."
"Hmm." Ava raised her eyebrow skeptically and whipped out her pen to take more notes. She returned the pen to its station behind her ear.
"So you're blaming your mother-in-law for your sexless marriage?"
"Yes she frustrates Dee and a frustrated Dee can't get excited about sex. Furthermore, she doesn't even want to bother with it. When she moved out, you know after she kicked me out and I moved back, it was apparently because she had to be away from me to get herself together. She couldn't focus because she would have to tend my needs instead of her own. What do you think of that?"
"I actually agree with that."
"Well yeah who the hell asked you?" Justin snapped.
"You did Mr. Timberlake." She smirked.
"So…"
"How is your relationship with you mother?"
"Cool. She knows her limits. It took her a long time to respect them but everything's cool now. I didn't even tell her that Dee and I are separated otherwise she'd be raising hell."
"Are you sure it was a good choice not to tell her?"
"Yeah Dee and I won't be separated for much longer."
"You sound pretty sure about that."
"Yes I am." Justin replied with a definite smirk of his own.
"Oh and when do you anticipate this reunion?"
"As soon as I can make it happen."
Ava smiled a little, setting aside her notepad, "And if you're wife isn't ready?" She didn't wait for his response.
"What if she wants to drag out the separation until she feels she could be a better wife? Better yet what if she's just done with you and wants a divorce?"
"Hey don't use that word. We are not getting a divorce. Dee still wants to be with me. You heard her say that, you heard her." He was beginning to sound like a desperate little boy.
"Yes in retrospect, but-"
"She still loves me." He was now perched on the edge of his chair.
Ava sighed. "I'm sure she does, however-"
"Let's just postpone this conversation for when Dee gets here." He folded his arms across his chest and sat back in his chair.
Ava glanced at her watch and emitted another sigh. "Our session is practically over. Your wife isn't coming." Justin tried not to show his disappointment as he abruptly stood.
"I guess I'll see you in two days." He snatched up his coat.
"Yes and we'll discuss how the children are handling the…separation." Ava's last words met the back of the door after Justin's hasty exited.
~*~*~*~*~
Justin thought he was going to jump out of his car the moment he parked in front of his sister-in-law's house. However, that was not the case. As angry as he was at Dee for deliberately skipping today's session, he seemed more content to stalk outside rather than go inside and have that dreaded argument with her.
His decision whether to stay outside or not was made when the front door opened and his daughters came sprinting down the walkway.
Jordin being the daddy's girl of the three was right in front and screaming his name the entire way. Justin exited the car in time for her to throw her small frame into his. She wrapped her short arms around his knees, forcing him to stand still and acknowledge her.
Staring into her face that had so many of his features and apparently none of her mother's, he actually felt his anger diminishing. >Jordin's grayish blue eyes twinkled as she told her father what she did today.
"Me and mommy were drawing. She drew you daddy."
"She did?" Justin eyes widened as if he was excited when he was actually confused. He had never known Dee to draw portraits of him, ever. It was always cartoon characters and such that she created.
"Uh huh. She make you ugly daddy!" Jordin politely covered her mouth while emitting a fit of giggles.
"I'm not surprised." Justin murmured, lifted Jordin into his arms, and then looked to his other two girls. "What's up Mike?"
"I'm cool." As always, she stood with her hands on her hips, and was frowning much like her mother used to and still does. "What's up daddy?" She raised her chin to him as if she wasn't nearly as tall as he was already.
"I'm cool too." Justin shook his head while cracking a small smile. Michal had clearly spent too much time with him and her Uncle Drew/Godfather when she was a toddler.
"How was school?"
Michal immediately scrunched up her face and plucked away a loose brown curl. She yanked on the hem of her ruffled denim skirt that he was sure her fashionista aunt had purchased. "I had to take a spelling test today. Mommy helped me study."
Justin simply nodded and stuffed his hand into his pocket. He finally glanced at Kori who had been patiently waiting her turn as always. He wouldn't exactly say that she was suffering from middle child syndrome. It was more so her laidback personality that made her rarely compete for attention.
She was like her father in which she would wait until acknowledged. However, her outer appearance, except for her light coloring and wild hair, was all Dee. Her face was plump and round, with similarly shaped dark brown eyes. Looking at her current short stature, he knew she would grow up to be no taller than her mother's 5'4 frame.
"Hey Kori." He used his free hand to pull her to his side and then ruffled her mop of curls as usual. In fact, she was the only one that allowed it. Jordin had been practically trained in etiquette and grace by her grandmother while Michal was simply too grown to allow her father to play in her hair.
"Hi daddy."
"That's all you have to say?" She was quiet but she did enjoy talking about what she did in school each day. "What's wrong?"
"Mommy's mad." Kori began, "She's in her room. And she locked the door."
">Gran'ma was mean." Jordin offered. "She a poopie head cuz she made mommy cry." Her lips poked out dramatically. Justin stifled a laugh at the thought of Victoria being a poopie head.
"Is that true Mikey? What did Grandma say?" He asked her because he knew she was famous for eavesdropping.
"I dunno. I forgot to eavesdrop, but mommy went straight to her room and locked the door. She was so mad she didn't even open it for Auntie Darrien. I didn't see her crying though."
Justin sighed, "Alright Mike tell mommy to come outside for a minute."
"Good luck." Michal had the nerve to say before walking ahead.
Justin rolled his eyes and childishly stuck his tongue out at the back of his oldest daughter's head. He lowered Jordin to the ground, she grasped Kori's hand and then they followed Michal inside.
As always, Justin observed the landscaping of his sister-in-law's house while he waited for Darnell. There was never a dull moment whenever he took in the details of Darrien's home.
It was much different from his brick row house that was semi-detached with a large yard and tall tree out front. Darrien's house was a substantially large four-bedroom structure with a patio and deck and curved cobblestone driveway. She had an arrangement of plants enclosing the façade of the house and stylish outdoor furniture located on the porch. The beautiful house was the only item she requested and received during the divorce proceedings.
While Justin became fascinated by the house, Darnell suddenly appeared in the open doorway. She leaned her hip against the frame as Justin stared as if he hadn't yet noticed her. It wasn't until she clamped her hands together behind her back and began sauntering towards him that he blinked and acknowledged her.
He wasn't smiling. He wasn't frowning. He simply stared blankly while leaning against the car with his arms folded. Darnell stopped in front of him, the top of her head reaching just below his chin.
Darnell swiped her hair away from her face, "Michal said you wanted me."
"Yeah I wanted you to come to therapy."
"Oh well, pfff. I didn't feel like it." Darnell shrugged and headed back up the walkway. She promptly entered the house and proceeded to her bedroom. Knowing that Justin would follow regardless, she didn't close the door behind her.
She tossed herself on the bed, stomach first, and picked up a comic book. The sight of his wife's retreating back and her simple brush-off made Justin angrier than he'd initially been.
And without much thought, he strolled over to the bed and smacked Darnell across her rear. Months of frustration were evident in that smack, however it only resulted in a feeble sting for Darnell.
She whirled around on her back and glared at him. She asked, "What was that for?" but Justin didn't specify. Instead, he squeezed onto a small corner of the bed in front of her.
"Are you sick, you're still in your pajamas?"
"No."
"Something happened with the kids and time just caught up with you? I'm just speculating here…Is that a no too?"
"Yes."
"Yes, no or No, no?"
"Yes, no." Darnell snapped annoyed. She couldn't stand the sarcastic whiny side of Justin.
"So you just didn't want to come?"
"I thought about it but then decided not to." Knowing that Justin would rather not hear about her argument with her mother, particularly the ending, Darnell didn't bother mentioning it.
Justin momentarily closed his eyes. "Who goes to see a marriage counselor for individual sessions, Dee? I do, obviously. I'm the only one on earth who does that."
"And do you know how hard it is to convince a therapist that your wife still wants to be married when you're sitting there by yourself? She basically laughed in my face and told me that you wanted a divorce and I should grant you one."
Darnell turned to him with her mouth opened wide. "She did not."
"In so many words she did." Silence followed Justin's reply. Shortly, Darnell exhaled a deep breath.
"Well, we never talked about getting a divorce."
"And we won't." Justin quickly added while nudging Darnell over slightly to make space for himself on the full-size bed.
Offended, Darnell propped herself up on her elbows. "So we talked about what you wanted to talk about, allowed you to vent and that's it? To hell with what I have to say right?
"No. Tell me what happened with Victoria. I heard that she made you cry."
"I don't want to talk about it." Darnell scoffed and lied back down. "Therapy session over." Remaining silent, Justin tossed his arms behind head.
That right there is why they never got anywhere when it came to taking care of problems in their relationship. If it'd hurt too much to talk about it, then they hadn't. Instead, when Darnell used to go to a room by herself and cry, Justin learned to pretend not to hear it. All feelings and emotions were kept to themselves.
Noticing how quiet Justin had gotten, Darnell turned over so that she was facing him. Due to an old habit, she tucked her head underneath his chin and her arms around his middle. Those two movements alone proved to be the most intimate Darnell had willingly been in months. She surprised the hell out of Justin when she lifted her head and pecked him on the lips.
"Sorry I didn't go to therapy today. I didn't deliberately skip today's session." No matter what she had led her mother and Darrien to believe.
"You think an apology and a little kiss is going to change the fact that I'm still mad at you?" Justin said all while pulling her closer. He couldn't help that his body was dying to be near hers after being denied for so long.
"Mmm, it used to." Her almond-shaped eyes flickered with amusement as she leaned against chest.
"Well that was back when I was young and horny." Justin mused over how relaxed she seemed to be with him. He was caught off guard but he didn't question it. He was going to milk it for all he could until whenever.
"…And how long ago was that exactly?" Darnell tossed back and Justin laughed.
"It's going to take a lot more than a peck especially after all you've been putting me through." He smirked with a wink. Darnell immediately sat up with a suspicious glint in her eyes and then she frowned. The playful and intimate moment was gone.
"Nuh uh." She was already climbing out of the bed. "I know what you're thinking."
"What?" Justin feigned ignorance and grabbed at the tips of her fingers, trying to pull her back to bed.
"No way Justin."
"C'mon Dee it'll be just like old times." He jumped up to stop her at the open door.
"Look, even your bedroom is the same." He waved his hand around. "You moved all the same stuff in here, this big ass Michael Jordan poster right over your bed that I've always been jealous of, the Wonder Woman one over there, and even these same damn Chicago Bulls bed sheets."
"And your point?" Darnell place her hands on her hips. "I thought I said until I get myself together sex would be cut off for a while."
"For a while? Dee it has been an eternity!" Justin exploded. "If I say you don't ever have to go to another therapy session ever again, can we lock ourselves in this room for two days?"
Darnell glared instantly, not at all amused by Justin's comment. "Is that all you care about? It is, isn't it?" She slammed the door close and faced her husband. "You want to get me in that bed, put one more baby in me so I won't be able to go back to school don't you. You and my mother are plotting against me, aren't y'all! I can't believe it!"
Darnell didn't give a confused Justin the opportunity to respond as she dashed from the bedroom in a fit.
"School? Plotting? What the hell is she talking about?" Justin scratched at his mop of hair and then his growing beard. " Dee is going crazy and I think she might be seeing the wrong kind of therapist."
Not long at all, it was good so I had to keep reading.
