Cydney and I sat quietly, as we’d definitely inflicted ourselves with pain. There appeared to be hope for us, though. I was eager to see what the future had in store for us. Mrs. Tillman’s sessions were very helpful, and almost an hour later, she wrapped up. We thanked her again then left.
I was back on the job. Things were going smoothly. Since we’d been in counseling, Cydney and I had our first disagreement. She wanted me to go to the doctor with her, but I couldn’t because I’d already taken so much time off work. I wanted to make a good impression and show the Sarg that I was serious about keeping my job. Eventually, Cydney said that she understood. We’d learned that disagreements were always going to take place. We had to work through them and never, ever go to bed angry with one another.
Compromising, I told Cydney that I’d take my lunch break to check in on her at the doctor’s office. I looked for a parking space, but there was no spaces close by the entrance. I parked on a nearby parking lot, and as I walked towards the entrance, I saw Cydney come out of the building. She was dressed in an off-white pantsuit that fit her waistline perfectly. Her hair was full of teased curls and the sight of her brightened my rough day. I removed my police cap from my head then tucked it underneath my arm. As I unwrapped a stick of gum, I made my way to her. She spotted me right away. Sadness was in her eyes, and when I saw her wiping them, I suspected that something was wrong. I walked faster towards her, but she seemed to walk at a slower pace. When I reached her, she slid her arms around my waist and laid her head against my chest.
“What’s the matter, baby?” I said, frowning.
“Are you listening?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“We’re going to have a baby!” She screamed then slammed her clutch purse against my arm, as she backed away from me. I wanted to scream too, but my enthusiasm didn’t compare to Cydney’s.
“Calm down,” I said. “Give me a kiss and tell me what the doctor said.”
She trembled as she spoke. “He said…we’re going to have a baby!” She shouted again then did the cabbage patch.
I laughed and smiled. “A baby, huh? All my hard work has finally paid off.”
“Our hard work,” she said, placing her arms on my shoulders. We kissed while I hugged her tightly. I wanted to cry because things had turned out so sweet for us. I was glad that I never gave up on Cydney, and that she’d never given up on me.
“How much more time do you have for lunch?” I asked.
“Not much. I need to get back to the office A.S.A.P. I’m already late.”
“Well, we can celebrate later, okay? As soon as I get off work, I’ll be home and I’ll bring you some ice cream.”
Cydney kissed me again and I escorted her to her car. Once inside, she blew me a kiss then drove off. I felt like a new man, as I made my way to my police car and drove off. I’d soon have a son, or a daughter, that was really and truly mine. I visualized all sorts of things—from the delivery to bringing the baby home. I’d even thought about college. I was in deep thought about everything, but to fill my stomach, I pulled over at a nearby McDonald’s to get something to eat. I went through the drive-thru and then parked my police vehicle to eat. Almost immediately, I heard a horn blow. I looked over to my right and there was a gorgeous looking woman beside me. She resembled Lauryn Hill, and with her glossy, plum colored lips, she mouthed for me to lower my window. I did.
“Officer, I’m having some trouble with my rear right tire. I was wondering if you could assist me with it.”
“You don’t have road-side assistance, or no other type of vehicle insurance to assist you?”
“No, I don’t. If I did, I wouldn’t have asked.”
I hesitated, but exited my car. She got out of hers too and we walked around to the right side of her vehicle. I looked down at the tire, but not before glancing at her smooth legs that showed because of the thigh-high skirt she wore. I bent down to look at the tire. That’s when I saw a nail.
“It looks like you have a nail in there. Do you have a spare tire in the trunk?”
She walked around me, switching her hips from side to side. I narrowed my eyes to glance at her ass, and then turned my head in another direction. She opened the trunk, confirming that a spare was in there.
I removed the spare, tiny jack and 4-way from her trunk. I laid everything on the ground, and she watched as I got busy changing her tire. Once I was finished, my hands were dirty, and sweat dripped from my forehead.
“Thank you so much,” she said. “Is there any way that I can repay you? Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
I stepped to the back of her car and put the damaged tire in the trunk. I then reached for a towel in the trunk and wiped my hands on it. After putting everything else in the trunk, I closed it.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she said, being persistent. “Did you hear me?”
I love my wife, I kept saying to myself. And even though the flesh is weak, I’m determined to do the right thing. God, help me.
“Thanking me is more than enough,” I said. “If you’d like to, you can always call the police station and throw in a good word for me. My name is Isaac. Isaac Conley.”
“Officer Conley, my name is Sabrina. I think you’re awfully sexy and I wouldn’t mind entertaining you sometimes.”
“That sounds nice, but I’m happily married.”
She gave me the “so what” look that I’d seen many times before.
“Married? Ummm, that’s a shame. I’m married too, but…”
“But I have to get back to work. I hope that spare tire works out for you and don’t drive on it for too long. Have a nice day.”
Without waiting for a response, I went inside of McDonald’s to wash my hands. I stopped to get me another soda then I headed back to my police car. As soon as I drove off, I looked across the street and could’ve sworn that I saw Cydney in another car. When the woman in the car winked at me, I turned on my siren and quickly made a U-turn. I drove next to the car and sure enough it was Cydney.
I lowered my window and she lowered hers. “You set that up, didn’t you?” I said.
“What are you talking about?” she said with a smirk on her face.
“I’m talking about the woman whose tire I changed at McDonald’s.”
“What woman?”
“Cyd, don’t lie to me. Remember what Mrs. Tillman said.”
“Okay, so I couldn’t resist. I saw that she was having trouble with her tire and I directed her to you. I paid her to flirt with you, so don’t flatter yourself thinking you’re that handsome. She gave me thumbs up and told me you passed the test. So, sorry for the trouble, but you know I had to see for myself how you’d conduct yourself under certain circumstances.”
“First of all, you were wrong for that, and secondly, I am as fine as they come, baby, and you already know that. Next time, though, find a woman with a little more curves in her hips, thicker thighs, and definitely more ass. You know I gotta have more ass than that. Then, I may not be able to resist.”
Cydney rolled her eyes. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“No, because I have nothing to hide. I wish you’d trust me, though. We’ve got to trust each other, okay?”
She nodded. I looked at the car she drove and questioned her about it.
“Whose car are you driving? I know damn well it’s not yours.”
“No, it’s not. And trust me when I say that it’s not a man’s car either. It’s Carol’s car. She let me use it.”
“Yeah, right,” I said in a joking manner. “Sounds like some bullshit to me.”
She laughed and that’s when my radio came on. Someone reported a car accident and an intense argument was brewing only a few blocks away.
“I gotta go,” I said. “I’ll see you later on this evening.”
“Be careful. And don’t hurt nobody out there.”
I winked at Cydney then turned on my sirens and sped off. As I made my way to the scene of the accident, ther
e were many people gathered around to see what had happened. I could barely get out of the car, before a loud-mouth female rushed up to my vehicle, insisting that the Asian man in the car purposely hit her.
“He just slammed right into me officer,” she yelled and kept rambling on and on.
“Calm down and tell me what happened before the impact.”
“My cousin can tell you too. He called us names and tried to spit on us.”
I looked at the Asian man standing by his BMW with his arms folded. He looked disgusted.
“Where’s your cousin?”
“Over there,” she pointed to her. “Andrea, come here!” she yelled.
Andrea slowly made her way across the street, displaying a tiny gap between her legs. She wore blue jean shorts that looked melted on her chocolate skin. Her half shirt showed her cut midriff and belly ring was clipped to her navel. No doubt, the temptation was there. I couldn’t do anything about it, and I had to work hard at focusing on what was important: my child, my wife and our marriage. When Andrea smiled at me, all I could do was smile back. A man often knew when a woman was trying to get fucked—that she was. She kept staring at me as I listened to what had happened, and at one point, she brushed her ass against me. I realized that some women were always going to be out for one thing, and some out for another. I just had to make sure I was man enough to deal with any setbacks in my marriage that could occur when dealing with another woman. I wasn’t up to having anymore setbacks, and that decision was man enough for me.
“Alright, ladies.” I pulled my notepad from my pocket and started to take notes. “I’m getting conflicting stories. One at a time, please.”
The Asian man shouted foul language from a distance, and when I approached him to find out what had happened, he tried to wrestle with me. Eventually, I had to arrest him. It turned out to be a chaotic day, but it was a good ass feeling to know that I had someone special to go home to. The one and only, Mrs. Cydney Conley.
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