Chapter 19
Kiara was getting a little excited. After her husband got over the initial shock, he seemed to accept that the baby was on the way. He even surprised Kiara and brought home a teddy bear bouquet. She was pleased that Rashad accepted the news of her pregnancy so well. She had hope. Maybe it would be a new beginning.
It was almost time for them to get away for their anniversary vacation. Kiara couldn’t wait. All she did was work most of the time, and she stressed the rest of the time. She deserved some relaxation.
Rashad was just as hyped. He told her that he paid the remaining balance of their cruise including adding the AT&T cruise ship package so they could stay connected in case of an emergency. Myles would be cared for by Mama Flora. All the preparations were set.
In early October, a few days before their trip, Kiara was in their bedroom partially naked after having just taken a soothing bubble bath that Rashad drew for her.
She stared at herself in the mirror. “How do I look? Do I look fat?”
“You look fine.”
“I wonder if I’ll be able to get rid of the baby weight this time.”
“It won’t matter, you will still look hot, Kiara.”
“For real, Rashad?”
“Of course; there’s nothing ugly about you. Hey, I know you think I’m an ass. That’s what you always say, ‘I love you, but you’re an ass.’”
She laughed. “True.”
“I know this sounds strange, but maybe instead of calling me one, because that could be why I’ve acted the way I do, how about calling me a name that you really want me to be? Words have power, right?”
“Oh, I know you did not say that.”
He grinned at Kiara, relieved that she didn’t look like she wanted to punch him. “I’m just saying that if you want positive things, it may help both of us if we both started speaking the same language.”
“I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Are you a changed man already? Just because I announced I’m pregnant?”
“Kiara, I’ve been thinking.” He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. “You’ve been through a lot of shit. And I know I’m responsible for most of it. I guess I shouldn’t have acted so surprised, considering. But, I am willing to try and do better, really try. I gotta clear some things up first—”
“Yes, you do,” she told him. She thought about Eddison and hoped he was doing well since their last conversation. But even if he wasn’t, she knew she had to let go. Her husband was her main concern now.
“I cannot tell you how happy this makes me, babe,” she told him.
“I could never predict I’d be this hyped about Myles having a little sibling. I’m happier for him than you will ever imagine.”
He told her that he looked forward to being with her during their getaway. They both agreed they needed to keep the home fires burning.
Finally, the time had come for the Easons to celebrate their ten-year anniversary with a week-long visit to the Western Caribbean. They had just gotten onboard their ship at the Port of Galveston. The atmosphere was filled with energy. Some first-time cruisers were walking around and exploring the ship. But Kiara and Rashad bypassed the tour and went directly to their cabin. They were issued their identification cards and couldn’t wait to settle in their mini suite.
Once they found their room and got comfortable, Kiara rolled her big brown eyes. Rashad was lying around on the couch, then hopping up every few minutes to look out the window to the balcony. He opened the sliding glass door and sat on the lounge chair and became lost in the view of the ocean. She joined him.
“So like I was saying, it makes me feel damned good to know that I can leave the business in the qualified hands of some of my workers. That means I trained them right. It doesn’t make sense for a man to work so hard but rarely get to enjoy his coins. That’s got to change.”
“Everything will change now that we’re having another child.”
“Yeah, and I’m cool with that, but I’ve been thinking. What if I have to keep up the pace of my schedule? Babies cost way more now than they did when Myles was born.”
“That’s true. Every day these manufacturers coming up with something new that they trying to sell to us parents. But making yourself increase your hours? Nope. More work won’t work.”
“But what about the cost of diapers, equipment, child care?”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Rashad. Where is your faith?”
He said nothing.
“Babe, I think we’ll be still okay if you reduce some of your projects. Just think, Rashad. Now is our time to prove that love and family are what’s most important. Chasing money? Not so much.”
Rashad, unable to keep still, got up and Kiara followed him inside their cabin. He walked with a confident bounce in his steps fueled by the pride he had in being a business owner and in carrying on the legacy started by his late father.
“But what I’m doing is more than about stacking coins or paying bills. I consider my work very important. That’s what you don’t understand.”
“Help me to understand.”
“Kiara, do you know how good it feels to know I don’t have to punch a clock for ‘the man’? The man who tells me I gotta work twelve hours a day and thinks he’s doing me a favor by giving me a thirty-minute lunch and two fifteen-minute breaks? It feels hella good to know I can call my own shots, and know that every hour I work, that money is going towards me and mines. When you work for someone else, times moves slow. But when you work for yourself, there ain’t enough hours in the day.”
“Okay, great. Your paycheck has your name on it instead of the government, but at what price? By neglecting your family and not having enough time for them? By breaking your promises to your son and teaching him that lying is the way to go?”
“I don’t care what you say. I love y’all, but I can’t afford to let my business fail. I gotta take all the jobs I can get and hustle as hard as I can. Just like Fred Sanford and Lamont, I’m out there every day to make sure there will always be an Eason & Son. It’s Myles’s heritage, my new child’s heritage, and I won’t let anything, even a marriage, interfere with that. I’m going to do all I can to keep my kids off these streets and out of a white man’s prison.”
“That’s cool. That’s commendable.”
“But?”
“We need your presence, babe.”
” And you need my presents, too! P-R-E-S-E-N-T-S.”
“Ha! Nice try.”
“See, that right there lets me know you don’t get me. You don’t understand all I’m trying to do.”
“I don’t get you?”
“No! You don’t.”
“Thing is, I really want to,” she said in a soft voice. She gave Rashad an encouraging smile. She loved that he was opening up to her. That’s all she ever wanted: clear communication.
“You know what, I agree with you, Rashad. I agree that I don’t allow you to be you. And that’s not right. I am going to listen to you and stop trying to change you into the man I want you to be.”
He shouted and yelped. “That’s what I’m talking about. All I want you to do is hear me out. If we both agree the decision won’t work, we’ll find a better solution. Together.”
“I’m all for that, my king!”
By the grin on his face, Kiara knew she had done the right amount of ego stroking that her man needed. If only she could remember to keep this up, then it was possible her marriage could be saved.
“Now,” Rashad said, “we have seven freaking nights on this Love Boat wannabe. Let’s start having some fun.”
“Let’s.”
A knock could be heard on their cabin door.
Rashad answered. It was a smiling middle-aged man whom he and Kiara had met when they boarded the ship. They’d promised to eat together at the Windjammer buffet. The guy was recently divorced, and was taking the cruise to get his mind off his heartbreak.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“No problem, buddy. We weren’t talking about anything.”
“Cool. You ready to go do something?” the man asked.
“Yeah, let’s get outta this cabin. From now on, I just want to concentrate on having a great time. The best time of my life. Let’s go.”
“When we’re done eating, I want to chill on the lounge chairs by the pool and have lots and lots of drinks,” said their new friend.
“I want to play Putt Putt golf,” said Rashad.
“All right.” Kiara shrugged. “But after that, we gotta go to the casino. I need to take a gamble that I know I can win.”
“When you gonna put on those sexy swimsuits?”
“When I’m good and ready.”
After they ate a fabulous meal at the buffet, Kiara found the courage to dress in her swimsuit, but she covered herself with a maxi robe. She left the room and found Rashad by the Flowrider, where he was standing on a surfboard. He held out his hands as he tried to maintain his balance.
“I’m the king of the world,” he yelled.
“Yes, you are . . . my king.”
They were more than halfway through their cruise, which took them to Cozumel and Grand Cayman. Kiara was feeling better than she had in a long time. She and Rashad seemed to bond on the first five days of the cruise. By the time the sixth day came, Kiara felt she could make it.
They were headed back to Galveston. The weather had suddenly changed for the worse. The Gulf of Mexico waters turned choppy. Kiara prayed they would make it back safely. It was nighttime. They were in their room after a long day of cruise-ship activities including watching a Broadway play, swimming, and getting in the Flowrider. Kiara and Rashad had several drinks with their new friend and were feeling tipsy. Once they told the man good-bye for the evening, Rashad decided to take a shower.
“You want to join me?”
“No, you go right ahead. I’m feeling tired and nauseous. I’m going to lie down for a minute.”
“Okay.”
Kiara went to rest on the bed. And she had fallen into a light sleep when she heard a beep. She looked at the night table. She saw an unrecognizable watch. She knew it wasn’t hers. It had to be Rashad’s. She picked it up. She realized it was a watch phone. A message popped on the screen:
Say hello to your newest child.
Then an ultrasound picture loaded: a grainy photo of an embryo.
“What the fuck?”
Her feet felt unsteady as a wave of nausea settled over her.
Kiara threw the watch on the floor.
At the same time her own cell phone was beeping. She went and picked it up. A text came through from Alexis.
I hate to bother u but NG is telling ppl she’s preggers. She told SP and SP of course told me. She showed me an ultrasound photo. This is so wack.
Kiara began hyperventilating. Her breath came in spurts. She felt beside herself. All her hopes and dreams were swiftly disappearing. Did wanting love mean being eternally gullible? Her husband would never change.
Kiara went to her toiletry bag. She removed a tiny bottle of shampoo. She quietly went out to their balcony. She looked both ways and above the balcony. She saw no one. Then she twisted open the bottle. She squirted all the liquid on the floor of their balcony and watched it spread across the surface.
She went back inside their cabin and waited for Rashad to return from his shower.
He smiled at her when he emerged completely naked.
“You want to cuddle for a minute before we do something fun?”
“Um, cuddling sounds good, but no. I have something else in mind. Let’s go out on the balcony.”
“Cool. Let me get dressed.”
“Just wrap a towel around your waist.”
“Oh, okay,” he said.
Kiara opened the door to the balcony. She invited him to go outside first.
She knew it was impossible for him to fall off the balcony, but maybe she could hurt him some other way. She wanted Rashad to feel pain, to suffer, to know what it felt like to be vulnerable and helpless.
When he stepped onto the balcony, he started out walking around normally. But he didn’t notice the spill. And his bare feet stepped onto the slippery liquid. Rashad lost his balance. He crashed to the floor. He looked up at Kiara. She just stood there watching him with no expression on her face. He tried to stand up, but flipped over with a loud thump.
“Damn, my back.” He pulled himself to his knees and tried crawling.
“Why aren’t you helping me?”
Kiara stood and said not a word. Then her mouth opened wide. She stood horrified.
A sudden roar sounded. A wave of water hit the side of the cruise ship. It wasn’t a horrific wave, but it caused a large amount of water to spill over the balcony rail and drench the deck floor.
Within seconds, Kiara’s feet slipped from under her. She banged to the floor and landed on her thigh. The soapy watery mixture left her helpless; the pain made her want to cry.
“Kiara, are you all right?”
“Help me.” She felt very frightened. “My baby.” She held her stomach and her body started sliding around as she struggled to stand. She felt like she was drowning.
Somehow Rashad managed to crawl to a table where he was able to pull himself up. He threw his large towel on the floor. It was slightly damp but dry enough to give him good balance. And completely naked, he walked across it to reach his wife. He helped her up and they both hurried across the towel and ducked back inside their room.
“What happened out there? Why was the floor so wet?”
“Because of the rogue wave?”
“That wasn’t just water. It was something more dangerous.”
Kiara fumed. “Did you know that Nicole is pregnant by you?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“She just texted you a photo of the unborn baby that is in her stomach. I’m assuming you put it there.”
“How do you know this?”
“I saw it on your stupid watch phone.”
“Oh, that can’t be right. That has to be a joke.”
“That is nothing to joke about. I’m so upset at you I don’t know what to do.”
Rashad stared at his wife then at the empty bottle of shampoo that was sitting on a table. “You tried to kill me, didn’t you?”
“No, I did not.”
“Kiara, don’t lie. You’re insane. And you want me dead without even knowing the full truth. Nicole has an ex. That baby could be his. You ever thought about that?”
“If that were true, she’d be texting her ex and not you, you big dummy.” She was screaming. She beat his chest with her fists. “Tell the truth for once in your life.”
Rashad was speechless. And he was scared. He stopped her from hitting him and forced her to sit.
Rashad was twelve years old. His daddy had just come in real late after being gone from the house the entire weekend. The first person his daddy saw was his son, Rashad.
“Shhh,” his dad told him and winked. “If your mama asks where I was, tell her I fell asleep in the room above the garage.”
“Oh, okay, Daddy.” Rashad knew it was a lie. But he loved his father. He loved it when his dad let him sit in the driver’s seat of his Eason & Son van. He had a ball when his dad brought him to work and explained to him all about nuts and bolts and hammers and wood.
His father was good with his hands and he told Rashad he had the same talent.
“You will always have a job when you can fix and build things, son.”
Rashad nodded and stared at his hands.
“Protect them. They will make you a lot of money.”
He’d follow his dad around the contracting firm, watching him fill his toolkit with all kinds of metal objects.
But little Rashad also saw when his dad would wink and flirt with his secretary, Gloria.
Gloria had short hair and a nice shape. She liked to smoke and dance around the office playing her beat box real loud.
Rashad took it all in. His dad would wink at his son and take Gloria with him into one of the empty rooms at his office building. They’d be gone for an hour, leaving the boy alone to play.
And when he’d return home after being with his father, his mom, Beeva Reese, would corner him.
“Where were you?”
“At Daddy’s job.”
“Were other women there?”
He’d shrug, nod “yeah,” and look around and ask to be excused because he was tired and hungry.
Beeva would explode at his daddy. She hit her husband with her fists. He’d pop her back in her jaw and push her off him. She’d fall to the ground, cower and scream as he kicked her.
That was when Rashad became afraid to tell the truth.
Truth caused pain.
Pain caused suffering.
Suffering caused a woman to cry.
Truth hurt.
Rashad thought about his mother and the fact she’d been married a few times since his daddy died. He wasn’t very close to the woman. She seemed to be too busy with her own life. And their estrangement made him feel bad. Somehow he feared he may always have a horrible disconnect with a woman. And he just didn’t know how to close in the gap.
He sighed and his shoulders felt heavy with fear.
“Okay, Kiara. I’ll be honest with you. The baby could be mine. It’s a strong possibility. But it was an accident. Everything was an unintentional accident.”
“I don’t want to hear it.”
Kiara got up and went to lie on the couch. She pulled the covers over her head. All she wanted was for the cruise to be over so she could think clearly and plan her next move.