MIRABELLE'S POV
''Patience! I'm coming!'' Jeez what is wrong with people in this neighborhood? No one could imagine my shock at the very person standing on my porch with an infant maybe two or three months old or somewhat ! "Erm..... Daniella, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this visit?" tsk "Cut the pleasantries Mira, I'm here for Donald!"
Damn, she has some nerves coming here, snapping at me and disrespectfully demanding for my husband in my own home. Ha, that does it. Just as I'm about to slam the door in her face.... My husband appeared.
'Mira babe, who is at the door'..... Coming down the stairs with Skylar in his arms, my husband Donald appeared. He is still oblivious to the witch standing at the door. I take my chances making eye signals towards Danielle, signaling her to leave.
Don't get me wrong, this woman could put a damper on my marriage. She is Donald's ex-girlfriend for crying out loud. How can I stay calm while this woman is standing at my door demanding my husband? "Donald! Come take your child from my arms and tell this 'woman' to step out of my way so I can come in. We have matters to discuss!" I didn't understand anything, so I turned to face Donald.
His shocked and troubled expression has me cornered. I am stupid to be expecting an angry Donald, but who am I kidding am sure Donald is aware of this. He hisses "Danielle .... what are you doing?", a warning evident in his voice. I squinted my eyes towards the young man. Is he losing his mind? Someone please check his temperature. Obviously, his question was supposed to be "Danielle, please leave my house with your drama and why would you refer to my wife as 'woman' "but no, he asks so carefully, as if trying to convince a three-year-old child. Okay, now I am sooo interested in this so-called 'matter'. I'm nall ears. Even though Donald was protesting, I let her in.
Okay Mira, take a deep breath in, out, in and out.
You wouldn't want to go to prison for killing someone or, in this case, people. Especially now that you have Skylar and not render a baby motherless. I sit down and stretch my arms out for a fussy Skylar. I looked down at my little princess, caressing her face with my fingers. She smiles and my heart warms. I looked up, catching the silent conversation going on between Danielle and Donald. Danielle's face holds pride, confidence and arrogance. I might or might not know how all this is going to end, but nevertheless.... "Now, Danielle, may I know why you are at my house? Because Donald is supposed to be on his way to work if you..."
"Ask your husband, I owe you no explanation."
I waited for Donald to explain and got tired of waiting. "Donald?" I asked.
"Come on Donald, tell your precious wife here, how this darling baby boy is a product of our sweet, hot and intense love-making. After all, she could not satisfy y..."
"That is enough, Danielle! You apparently asked me to give the explanation, so shut the fuck up! Mira darling, it's not how she makes it seem, okay?"
"How do I make it seem? It's the fact, okay? You know it's your son, so cut the crap because I'm not taking care of this child alone. And you!" she says, standing and pointing a finger in my direction. " Stop with this 'I don't understand what is going on' act. You had it coming all along when you stole him from me!"
She is screaming now, trying to try to attract attention like the drama queen she is, but that's not where my attention and problem lies. I looked at Donald, waiting for an answer from him, but got none. A place on my arm feels wet. That's when I found out that I was crying. I kept my head low, gazing at Skylar, who was now patting my cheek and warmth spread through my heart despite the coldness planted there by Donald and his ex, or may I say mistress. I still waited for an explanation, waiting for him to deny or even say anything, but it seemed he had gone mute. Damn, he doesn't even spare me a glance. I turned my head towards Danielle as I asked:
''How old is the baby?'' At least I'm trying to start from somewhere. She rolls her eyes at me and scoffs. ''eight months and before you start saying stuff like it's not Donald's, you're lying, blah blah blah, I have solid proof. Ha! Hell! I am sure you don't even need proof, Donald, here is living proof, right Donny?'' she says, flaying her arms dramatically around her, smiling sweetly at Donald. He cringes at her, but I'm sure it's all a facade.
'Donald?'
There's silence, and it is so intense you could hear a pin drop. I take that as my cue. It's either fight or flight. I choose the latter. As quickly as possible, I wiped my tears, and ran to the stairs, heading for the room I and that douche bag usually sleep in. I can't stay here anymore, not when Danielle is using their child to push Donald into a tight corner. I know he wants a male child, and that's what Danielle is giving him. So it would be better to leave, and I'm taking Skylar with me.
I can not and will never leave her here with that witch, so she'll be neglected. I can't trust Donald either.
I know he is the father and all, but with the arrival of his new child who is a male, shit might hit the fans. I'll just find one of my best friends to stay with for a while. Once I made it to the bedroom, I dropped Skylar on her feet just as my head began to spin. I held onto the door handle for balance. I think I feel a headache on its way. I sit on the bed trying to ground myself for the move I'm going to make next. What am I going to do next, you must ask? I'm a new lawyer for myself, signing for divorce, getting custody over Skylar and leaving this shit hole of a house.
After mustering all the courage I could gather, I signaled Skylar forward before giving her a squeeze, hugging her and telling her it was going to be okay. Children are wise. I'm sure she knows that something is wrong between her mum and dad. I place her on the bed and start packing. I know I'm a coward that, instead of facing my problems and fighting for my marriage, I'm running away from both.
Once I've packed my belongings into eight luggage, (I have lots of things). Sky and I share our toiletries in one luggage or box, or whatever it's called, is not among my worries now. Sky's clothes in two, toys, shoes and bags in one, jewelry, documents and three quater of my savings in one, and my clothes in the last three. I rack my brain for who to call. I consider Angel, but stop when I remember that she is battling with her second pregnancy and a set of twins currently. This is the sixth time I've been sighing since I've entered this room. Someone to call, someone to call, hmmm.
DAMIEN!
Yes, I'll call Damien. Damien is the perfect solution. It would be nice for Skylar while I find my foot. I switched on my phone and scrolled through my contacts, then I came across the name Damien Woods. I dialed his number, which was answered on the fifth ring.
'Hello'.
I am not even sure if he would agree. Well, let's find out. 'Hello, you're speaking with Juliet, Mr Woods' secretary, how may I help you?' a female voice rings out. Okay, here we go.
''Good day Juliet. I'm Mirabelle, and I'd like to speak with Damien please.''
There's a pause inh the background. I wonder if she has hung up. ' Okay, hold on for a minute...'' I'm not sure if I waited for more than a few seconds before his voice booms through the speaker...
'Mira bear, longest time darling.' -------------