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Hey good people, allow me to introduce to you ‘The First Lady’s Choice.’ So many times, we have heard or witnessed the corruption that has transpired in and around the church house. The first thing many folks do is place blame, point the finger, and judge where there is no room for an amateur.
This story will push the envelope in following the vows said during the wedding ceremony or following the heart. A mind is a terrible thing to waste but the heart can easily be broken. A marriage is simply a union joined in holy matrimony without complicating matters of the participant’s profession or status.
‘Who do you run to’ when the one person that vowed to love and to hold is the same person dealing the dirty blow?
“How was the rest of your day?”
“It was fine, and yours?”
“It was alright. I met the cutest little flower girl today during the wedding consultation I am doing.”
“…” I didn’t miss the eye-roll and exasperated breath William just pulled.
“What?” He looked up with concern as if he had no clue what I was getting at.
“The look you just made when I brought up the little girl. And there it goes again.” I pointed out. “That idea repulses you that much?”
“You’re imagining things honey.”
“Right, just like I have imagined that I have to schedule any intimacy with you.”
“Here we go again. Let it all out and hopefully this will be the last time we have this argument.”
“You know what… you are absolutely right. Why would I continue to pick an argument with an unchanging person such as yourself?”
“Now you are going to act salty. Use your words Megan, we are not children.”
“Nor are we having any either, that much is clear.”
“I don’t think we are ready for children after-all you are acting like one as we speak.”
“You are excused. The ghetto persona you snap back into isn’t helping matters either. What is the matter with you? Because I won’t roll over like a good boy and knock you up, I am the bad guy. You have to be kidding me. You already complain about me not being home more and now you want to add a child into the equation.”
“…” He really did have a point and I disliked him that much for pointing out the facts.
“You have nothing to say to that?”
“I tell you what, why don’t we revisit this topic on our little mini-vacation?”
“No need,” I wasn’t being salty at the moment, if anything I felt defeated. My husband controlled it all at that point. What was the point of fighting a no win battle? He had no qualms about not having any children so I guess I should back off.
“Don’t be that way Megan.”
“What way William? You have made it pretty clear that I’m not ready to be a mother because I’m too immature. I can only take your word at face value. Like you said, I already complain enough so why add to it?” I rose up from the dinner table to dump my plate; I had officially lost my appetite.
“Those are not my words, those are yours.”
“The meaning in the phrasing of the words is the same and it’s alright. I won’t bring it up again.”
“Wait, you haven’t even finished your dinner.”
“I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought.”
“Honey,” William exhaled long and hard again like he was trying to pick his words wisely.
“It’s alright William, no need to pacify me any further.” Since we vowed never to go to bed with anger, I bid him goodnight. “Enjoy the rest of your dinner.”
“We can’t end the night this way. You’re angry,” he stated as if it pained him to say it or possibly, he was losing patience. It was hard to tell now.
“Actually I’m not angry, just swallowing the hard pill called ‘truth’.” Which was the absolute truth I wasn’t angry, I was hurt. “Goodnight,” I kissed his cheek in passing. He’d laid a hand on top of the one I laid on his arm to stop my movements. With all the energy I had left, I forced my lips upward into what I’m sure was a sad smile. Removing my hand from his, I made my retreat.
ABOUT K.K. HARRIS
Kanika K. Harris was born and raised in Little Rock, AR. She attended and graduated from the historical Little Rock Central High School in 1999. Kanika is married to her wonderful husband of nine years and mother to three children. She spends her days working diligently alongside her partner and husband running their home based business. Wanting to be an urban fiction novelist has always been a dream of hers and finally in 2013 she self-published ‘Love Drug’.
The first released novel only increased the hunger to see what other plateaus she could reach. Her twelfth novel ‘The First Lady’s Choice was released January 2016 and there is so much more to come from this author. Although the writing process can be trying at times, she is looking forward to many more stories to come.
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