I would’ve called Savannah when I had my suspicions something was going on, but she would have told me to slice Marco’s tires or something crazy. Caroline’s the level-headed one of the three of us. I’m the one who overthinks everything and can draw the wrong conclusion too fast. Savannah is ride or die and she’d be down to set everything on fire and then ask me if I was sure we should’ve done it. Caroline would burn it with us—after she made sure it was something we should be burning in the first place. The three of us work well together if you ask us, and not our husbands.
“What’s cooking?” she asks when I answer the phone.
I bet her husband is doing the same as mine right now and putting our babies to bed. I bet she’s waiting for him and took the free moment to call me. I should be doing the same, but instead I’m sneaking around in the dark.
“Marco is cheating on me,” I whisper into the phone, but Caroline just bursts into uncontrollable laughter. When I say the words out loud it sounds ridiculous even to me. “Stop laughing so loud! He’ll hear you!” I whisper-yell at her, but she only laughs harder and I roll my eyes. “Ouch.” I muffle my cry as I stub my toe. I wiggle it to make sure it’s still in working order. I blame the desk that’s been in the same spot for years and not my feet being swollen. My feet always do this when I’m pregnant.
“What are you doing over there?” she asks.
“Looking for evidence. What else would I be doing?” I stop shuffling through his desk drawer to answer her.
“Aren’t you supposed to check their phones or computer search history?” Caroline offers, and I glance at his computer. “He’s not cheating.”
“He’s up to something. We didn’t have sex this morning,” I tell her.
“He turned you down?” I hear the skepticism in her tone.
“Well, no,” I admit. “I slept in and he was gone when I woke up.” This time she’s nice enough to try and hide her laugh. “Yesterday he was on the phone and when I walked in he got off really fast,” I add, but she’s not buying what I’m selling. Her hidden laughter says it all. “It’s probably the secretary,” I mumble as I move his computer mouse to wake the screen up.
“He doesn’t have a secretary,” Caroline says dryly.
“I know.” The only person I could come up with that he would cheat on me with was a fake person. “Whose side are you on?”
“You know you’re being crazy, right?” she asks, ignoring my question.
The lights in the room flick on and I stand wide eyed staring at Marco who’s in his sleep pants and no shirt. I thought I had more time since he was putting the kids to bed. Of course this time they went down in seconds.
“Gotta go.” I end the call, but not before I hear her laugh around the word “busted.” I am and now he knows I’m up to something.
“Babe? Why are you in here in the dark?” He clears the distance between us quickly. Too quickly for me to come up with a reason.
“I know everything,” I whisper-yell, trying to be quiet and not wake up the kids. He shakes his head at me with a smirk.
“You’re not going to find out what I’m doing by snooping through my desk.”
“So you admit it.” I point my finger at him and he grabs it and bites the end before kissing it. I narrow my eyes at him.
“I know you’ve made up some reason to go searching in my office hoping to find out what I’ve been planning.”
“Am not,” I deny, but my shoulders drop. I always have the craziest pregnancy hormones. “You’re planning something?”
“Five years of being married to you. Yeah, I’m planning something.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“Oh.” I feel silly now, but he should know I’m crazy when I’m pregnant. “What are you planning?” I peek up at him, trying to bat my lashes and hoping he’ll forget I was sneaking around.
“All this time together and you don’t know how to get something from me?” He lifts me onto his desk. “You owe me, Gia. You passed out after I ate that sweet pussy this morning.”