Aaron toyed with the knife.
He was supposed to be chopping vegetables for dinner. Not thinking about how it
would feel to draw the blade against his own wrist. He and Maricela had been
lovers for six months. In one month he would give birth. A month after that,
Maricela would give birth to his child. Ariel was due to deliver any day now.
He sighed and resumed chopping. He still hadn’t told his lovers about his
connection with the leaders of the PPP. He desperately needed a drink, but
after a long lecture from Blade a few months ago, he didn’t dare drink at home.
“Is dinner almost ready?” Onyx asked as he walked in.
Aaron nodded.
“Are you okay? You haven’t been yourself lately.”
“I’m fine. It’s just the baby. I’m getting too old for this.”
“Uh-huh.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Aaron whirled to face the
older man.
“Nothing. I just wish you trusted us enough to talk about
what’s really bothering you.”
He reached out to stroke Aaron’s cheek. Aaron
jerked away. He felt so guilty about cheating that he hadn’t been able to bear
being touched. He knew the others noticed, but he couldn’t help it.
“Sorry,” he muttered, “Dinner’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
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