Lem was married to you, but you knew he was sleeping with Tigre, a Hispanic woman from a case. He’s sneak out, leave you asleep in your king sized bed dreaming of holding him.
“Curtis.” You bark as he stands. He stops in his tracks, eyes wide meeting yours.
“Hey, sorry baby. You can go back to sleep. Vic called.” He assures, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“Yeah? Your phone didn’t ring. Who is she? Curtis, who is she?” You ask, sitting up and crossing your arm over your chest.
“Baby it’s not—“
“Yes it is. Is she pretty?” You sniff, wiping at the stray tears falling.
“Honey.”
“Don’t.”
“Honey, I promise you, baby. There’s no one but you. Now, I gotta head to work. I’ll see ya when I get home.” He assures, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, stuffing his feet into his boots and disappearing. You waited a good two hours, cooking a hot meal, and headed to the Barn. You arrived, are buzzed in immediately, met by Claudette and a dark haired man you’d never met before.
“This is Dutch, he’s my partner. What’s goin’ on Honey?” She asks, walking with you. You shrugged, gripping the doorknob and praying to see your blonde headed husband when Claudette’s voice stops you.
“He’s not in there.” She calls, eyeing you confused.
“Oh! He said he had to come to work. Is he out with the guys on the street right now?” Claudette’s Eyes net yours in sadness. You already knew the answer. He wasn’t. You heave a sigh to try to hide the tears as you step into the strike room and put the food in the fridge, flopping onto the chair. You too where Hispanic, dark hair and bright green eyes, but you were a little on the thick side. With wide hips and a big bust, he loved your body, even used to praise it like some kind of temple. You start to cry. Hours passed and you eventually couldn’t wait any longer. You figured there was enough to go home and pack.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” You heard him from behind you. When you turned, you were met by Lem, Shane, and Vic.
“What am I doing here?” You cough, and the laughing erupts from your throat. He watched on, confused and scared.
“What’s so funny?” He asks, a little smile on his lips.
“You might be enough man for two women,” you growl, jabbing a finger into Vic’s chest. “But he’s barely enough for one.” You turn to Lem, your hand cracking across his face. “You don’t get to stand there and ask me why I’m here. I brought you lunch because I THOUGHT you were working all night again. Clearly not.” You nip, grabbing your purse and heading to the door. You twist around once more, eyes meeting the blonde’s. “I hope she’s got a good pussy and at least knows how to cook.” With that you swiftly disappeared.
“Fuck, man.” Lem starts to pace the room, eyes jutting back and forth between Vic and Shane. “What do I do man?” He cries, heading to the strike room. Vic grabs his arm.
“You go home. You apologize. You tell her what you did, man. You tell her all of it. Tell her you’re sorry, that you’ll sleep on the couch. Maybe she’ll forgive you.” He pats the stressed shoulder of his coworker.
Lem slinked into the house, heart in his shoes. The rustling in the bedroom gave you away.
“Honey?” He asks, peeking in the door. You had two suitcases packed on the bed, you were zipping the final zipper. You didn’t say a word as you grabbed the handle of the bags. “Baby! No no no no.” He whispers, pulling the suitcases from your hands and sitting them to the side.
“No what?” You ask, eyes locked on the stain on his shirt, jaw clenched shut.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I’m so sorry. I just, I’ll do better. I’ll be better. Just give me another chance, please.” His hands grasp yours, him crouching to meet your low gaze.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” He asks, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously.
“Say it.” You demand.
“Say what?” He asks a little louder.
“Tell me what you did. I want you to say it out loud. Own that shit.” You growl, meeting his broken gaze for only a moment before averting your eyes once more.
“Honey.”
“Say it.” Your arms cross over your chest.
“I slept with another woman.” He whispers, a shaky breath leaving his lips.
“You didn’t sleep. You fucked another woman.” You seethe, meeting his gaze once more.
“Yeah, I know baby, I’m sorry.” He whimpers, rubbing his hands along the back of his neck.
“Tell me her name.”
“Honey, no.”
“Her name.”
“No, you don’t need to know it.” He assures, grabbing your hands.
“Name.” You nip.
“Tigre.” He breathes, grabbing his chest.
“The puta banging Hector?” You ask, eyeing him.
“Hey—“ he tries to say something but stops.
“What.” You dare him to keep talking. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you against him.
“I love you querida.” He hushes, nose against yours.
“No, you don’t.” You slam two fists against his chest as the tears fall from your cheeks. “You call her that too?” You shriek, stepping away and heading towards the door.
“No! I didn’t!” He cries, and you hear a loud thud. Glancing over your shoulder, you find him sitting on the floor on his knees. Knuckles resting on the ground, you watched as he started to cry. “I’m just sorry. I can’t say anything to make it better. I can’t take it back, but I would. I’m so sorry, I love you. I’m so sorry.”
“Please just let me go.” You whisper, but you watch him stand, dragging his boots towards you and wrapping his big arms around you.
“I can’t.” He hushes, falling apart. His heart no longer pounded quickly but loud and slow. He held tightly, heaving a sigh, the tears soaking your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I did sleep—fuck her.” He chokes the last two, he knew you needed him to say it. “And I’d take it all back, I love you so much. Please just, just stay. Let me fix it, baby. Querida. You’re my life.” You wrap your arms around his back and hug tightly.
“It’s okay mi vida. I still love you. No more lying and hiding.” He nods against your shoulder, hauling you up into his arms and carrying you to bed. He hushed into your ear sweet nothings as he cuddled you close to him.