Twin Daddies for my Twin Babies

Chapter 6

Kiara’s POV

I had been sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Dave to get home. I had cooked a nice dinner just for the two of us and he didn't show up at 6:30 p.m. as I had expected him to. He usually got home around 6:30 p.m. on Thursday nights and I was really upset with him but at the same time a little worried. This wasn't like Dave at all but I had to admit that he was late more often than he used to be. I was both mad and worried. Dave walked in the door at exactly 9:30 p.m., three hours late. I was happy to see him, but since he appeared to be ok my anger overshadowed my previous concern and I said, "What the hell is the matter with you? You are three hours late and you don't even call me? We have to talk."

He didn't appear to even be phased by what I said and just smiled at me and said, "I know I am late. Yes we do need to talk." He continued, "Let me go get changed and I will be back down in a couple of minutes and then we can talk."

With that he headed upstairs to our bedroom to change and I waited five minutes for his return. All that time I was wondering what he was up to since he seemed so uncaring that I was upset with him.

When Dave returned he sat down at the table and I started to ask him, "Just what could you ha.."

He held up his hand and stopped me, "Kiara, what you have to say can wait a couple of minutes. Let me talk to you first and then you can ask me anything you want or tell me anything you want."

What he said over the next few minutes almost knocked me out of my chair.

He said, "I am having an affair. I figured it was time for you to know that I have been seeing another woman and I decided I wasn't going to do it behind your back any longer. There really isn't much to tell you except that I am really enjoying her but since we are getting married I figured you had a right to know."

"I am not finished with the affair yet," he added, "but I don't anticipate that it will go on too much longer. I figure you will probably take about a week to discover who it is, when we do it, where we do it and why I am having the affair."

I looked at him and the tears welled up in my eyes. Here was the man I loved telling me he was having an affair and that he was going to continue it. I never dreamed that my Dave would ever be unfaithful to me. I could feel my composure starting to slip and I knew the tears were leaving trails down my cheeks. I just couldn't even say a word at that moment. Through teary eyes I just watched him to see what he would do or say next. And to think about this, Pearl was telling me today itself that she did not think that Dave was serious about the marriage.

He went on, "I figure after you get all of those questions answered you will probably take a few weeks to figure out how you feel about the whole thing and what you intend to do about it. I guess the timing of that somewhat depends upon you."

I was numb. He didn't look the least bit disturbed at what he had just told me and his expressions did not indicate that he even cared how much his confession had stunned me.

"Now," he asked "What is it that you wanted to talk about Kiara?"

I replied, "I wanted to know what you could be doing that was so important that you wouldn't call me to tell me that you were going to be late, but I guess I don't need to ask that now do I? How could you do this to me, to us Dave? We are getting married in f*****g two weeks and now you are telling me that you are having a freaking affair?"

Once again he raised his hand and stopped me. "Kiara," he said, "I told you that you would have to spend a week to figure out the who, when, where and why on your own. For you to understand me, you need to do that. After you know that we can talk more about this, but I am not going to say another word now."

I couldn't take it anymore and I jumped up and ran upstairs to our bedroom, slammed the door shut, locked it and flopped down on the bed sobbing. I wondered what was happening to my life and what would become of my marriage and me. I couldn't help it, I just sobbed for hours until I eventually fell asleep.

When I woke up the sun was filtering through the curtains in our bedroom and I could tell it was late already. The bedroom door had been opened and when I checked Dave was nowhere to be found. I noticed there was moisture in our shower so I guessed that he had showered, gotten some clothes and left for work.

I called my office and told them that I wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be in that day, and that I would be in on Monday. After I hung up I showered and dressed for the day and sat with a cup of coffee thinking about what had happened. I thought back to his comment about me needing to find out the who, when, where and why to understand. Well, I would find that out as soon as I could.

I took down the phone book and looked in the yellow pages for detective agencies. I called "The Private Eyes" because their ad stated that they investigated cheating spouses. I told the receptionist what I was interested in and she connected me with one of their investigators named Carl. Carl listened as I outlined what I knew and what I wanted to find out then asked me if I could come down to their offices with photographs of my husband and any other pertinent information that might assist them in obtaining the information I wanted. I told him that I could be there around 1:00 p.m. if that would be alright. He said it would be fine and I hung up.

At 1:00 p.m. I met with Carl and gave him a recent photo of Dave along with our address, his work address, his work number and his cell phone number. I also gave him the make, model and license number of his car. I don't recall the other things Carl asked as he interviewed me, but I answered all of his questions. I told him I needed the results of his investigation by next week Thursday afternoon. He told me that it would not be a problem and that his retainer would be $300 and the total fee would be based upon the hours of surveillance and expenses incurred. I agreed that would be fair and we shook hands and I left.

At 4:00 p.m. Dave called me at home and said, "I see you didn't make it into work today, are you not feeling well?"

I was feeling fine except for the shock of his affair so I told him I just didn't feel like working that day and had taken off. He asked me, "Do you feel well enough to go out to dinner tonight?"

I said, I don't think I want to go out to dinner, but up want to pick up something on your way home that would be fine with me."

At 6:30 p.m. he walked through the door with Chinese carryout including my favorite, sweet and sour chicken. Not much was said between the two of us while we ate, but after dinner we sat and had a drink. Dave asked me how my day was and what I wanted to do for the weekend. It was as if nothing at all had been said between the two of us the night before and there was no affair hanging over our head.

I told him, "I don't know what I want to do over the weekend, did you have any ideas?"

I couldn't believe this conversation. What on earth was happening to me?

Well, we didn't do anything special over the weekend because there was so much tension between the two of us. Saturday we just worked on some chores around the house. He tried to make love with me but with the way I was feeling it didn't go anywhere. Eventually he just rolled over and went to sleep and I laid there with my eyes wide open thinking about him with another woman. I know that I cried softly for a while before I eventually went to sleep.

Sunday, we went to church together. How could he go to church with me after he confessed being in the middle of an affair? I just didn't know, but he did. That afternoon he just lay around watching sports on television while I tried to keep myself busy with other things. Of course, that night was a repeat of the previous night. No s*x, no hugging, no loving.

On Monday we both returned to work and didn't talk until Monday night. I knew how upset I was over his affair, but I also loved him and missed his attention. That night when he tried to make love with me I let him. I did want his touch, but when he entered me I could only think about him entering her. I allowed him to finish in me, but I honestly got no joy from our lovemaking. I cried myself to sleep again that night.

Tuesday night was different. Dave came home his usual time, told me he needed a shower before dinner and rushed up to the bedroom to shower and change. I just knew he had been with her that day. I knew because he avoided looking me in the eye. I knew because I could smell her perfume on his clothes.

That night Dave didn't even try to make love to me and I was both sad and glad. Sad because I knew he was already satisfied with his lover and glad because I didn't think I could take it knowing that he had been with her already. Was I as good a lover as she was? Did I make him feel as good as she would? There were so many of those questions that raced through my mind that I was more glad than sad that he didn't want me that night. But, oh it did ache in my heart that I was losing his love.

I needed to know who it was and why was he getting away from me. Who could be that important in his life that he was ready to ruin our marriage for this woman’s sake?