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I come to a stop at the threshold, my ass smarts at the sight of him.

“Good morning”

Goose pimples spreads across my skin and me behind throbs at the sound of his voice. “G-good morning” instituted, my eyes jumping to the side.

“Come, join me for breakfast” my husband invites. His voice is soft, but it was the same one in which he called come here last night and it didn’t end too well for me.

“Er- just let me check on the babies for a bit and then I’ll-” my foot moves to the side, my flip flops staffing on the floor.

“Maria is with them”He states without breaking his stare.

“Er… okay” I shuffle forward, the hem of my loose pants tickling my toes over my flip flops. Our usual breakfast of my favorite foods and his preferred breakfast is spread out in on the table. I come to a pause behind the chair, my hands going behind me.

Apprehension washes over me. Seems they’ll be no changing his mind or escaping his conversation. I’d woken up on my front, the lingering pain on my