Cyndi walked into the guestroom to straighten up. Her mom Genevieve was coming for a visit, mostly to see her grandchildren. Seeing Cyndi and Remy was secondary ever since the babies were born and they all moved to New Orleans into Remy's late Uncle's house.
She lifted off the comforter to wash it and found something underneath. Upon closer examination, she found it to be a...condom.
Used.
Her eyebrow raised and her jaw tightened as she set the comforter down on the bed again in a ball.
"Remy!" She yelled, not caring if the babies heard, they weren't napping like they were supposed to be anyway. When he didn't answer back. She stormed down to the living room where he was lounging on the couch, drinking a beer.
"Remy!" She yelled again as she reached the foot of the stairs.
He sat up in the couch and turned around a little to look at her, confused and bewildered by her tone and the volume of her voice.
"Wha' Remy do, Chere?" He asked innocently.
"I'll show you what you fuckin' did. Follow me." She replied angrily as he got up off the couch to see what he could've possibly done wrong. The day had started off so well.
Followed her up the stairs and into the guestroom...instantly, he had a feeling what it could possibly be.
"Either we have a condom fairy...or you, Remy LeBeau, have been sloppy." She accused as she crossed her arms over her chest after pointing to the used condom on the bed.
His eyes took in the condom and his jaw dropped.
He turned to look at her, unable to speak yet, his eyes sad and his expression stunned.
"How could you, Remy? How COULD you?" She asked, stomping her foot on the hardwood floor in her anger. Her eyes welled up with tears as she turned away from him, unable to see him. He was the man of her dreams. They had 2 beautiful twins together. She wanted to marry him one day. Why would he ruin it? Why?
"Chere..." He said softly as he stepped closer to her, the volume of his voice indicated that he was standing right behind her. When she refused to answer him, he tried again.
"Chere, please..." He said in almost a whisper, his voice was breaking up a little and his face grew hot. His indescretion was unearthed and his relationship with Cyndi was quite possibly ending.
All because he was a dog. And old dogs didn't learn new tricks, they continued to do the same stupid shit.
He reached forward to hold her shoulders gently but she shrugged him away. It was then that she started crying, her body trembling as she sobbed.
"It didn' mean not'in, Cyndi. She mean' not'in." He said gently, his eyes moistening slowly.
"Then why did you do it?" She cried, looking blankly at the wall in front of her.
"Dunno..." He admitted.
"You don't know?!" She replied incredulously. She could hear Sophia start crying in the babies room down the hall, she would have to leave to tend to her soon. She was just so angry.
"I mean, I...it jus' happened. I'm so sorry...I really am." He said gently, using the first person which he never did.
She turned around slowly and looked at him, her light eyes big and heartbroken. Tears stained her cheeks and her eyes looked a little puffy. She was still so beautiful. Remy just wanted to kiss her, to hold her and take away the pain and yet, he had caused it. It made him feel awful.
"Was she worth it, Remy?" She asked softly, her voice like honey and velvet.
He didn't answer.
"Was she?!" She asked, her eyes narrowing and still glassy with tears as she leaned forward and pushed against his chest, sending him a few feet backward. He stummbled clumsily but recovered.
When he didn't answer yet again, she cried out in frustration and walked out of the room. Sophia was crying hysterically in her crib and needed her mommy. It was then that she started to calm down just a little. She needed to. The babies shouldn't see her upset.
She entered the peaceful room and went to Sophia's pink and green gingham clad crib and reached in to effortlessly hold the sobbing infant. Luca was sleeping in the crib across the room.
"What's wrong, baby...hmmmm? Mommy's sorry she woke you up..." She cooed to her baby gently, holding her against her chest, Sophia's head nuzzling into her neck.
"She wasn' worth it..." Remy said softly. He had followed her and was standing quietly in the doorway watching.
Cyndi ignored him and tended to the baby in her arms.
Sophia cried and fussed a moment longer before she calmed down and started to coo gently. Cyndi sighed and went to sit on the rocking chair in the corner of the room.
"You're 5 minutes too late with that." She said gently, cradling Sophia and closing her eyes, wishing this were all a bad dream.
"Remy gon' leave fo' de nigh'...ya need ta be alone an' Remy gon' give ya dat." He said gently as he walked further into the room.
"You're leaving? How convenient for you. You do the deed and then when you get found out, you pack a bag and go? Well, if you're gonna leave, Remy, then you leave for good and never come back." She replied.
"Chere, ya can' mean dat-" He interjected.
"No, I do." She said softly, the baby dozing off in her arms. She made sure she kept her voice low. She wanted to cry, just as Sophia had been, but she couldn't look weak again. Couldn't let him know how bad she was hurt.
"Remy don' wanna leave ya, Chere. Jus' fo de nigh', ya missunderstood Rem-" He corrected quickly, not wanting to leave her. Wanting to work this out and heal.
"No, I haven't missunderstood a thing. You cheated on me...and now you wanna go off with your tail tucked between your legs. Don't worry Remy, maybe a kind young woman will take you in for the night and give you a nice warm bed to sleep in. You've never had trouble finding yourself a bed." She said as she stood up and put Sophia in her crib. She turned on the mobile over the crib and a lullaby began to play. She sighed and walked around Remy to leave the room.
Remy sighed and went to their bedroom to pack a bag.
"Why ya so stupid, Boy...?" He asked himself as he threw a suitcase on the bed and went to the closet, pulling random shit off hangers and tossing it into the suitcase. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a razor and his toothbrush.
The prospect of leaving his own house was painful, but he knew why he had to do it. He was wrong. He cheated.
Who would've thought, Remy LeBeau...a cheat? So far fetched.
He couldn't have been more dissappointed in himself.
