*Mother of Life* *Part 4* _*By Timmy Turner*_ A few weeks later... The past few weeks iv been living with Trevor. After a long and heated argument on whether or not we're keeping the baby I finally stood my ground and declared that the baby stays. Though he isn't happy with the idea he let me stay with him. It hasn't been easy, the past few weeks have rather been something else. We are no longer that power couple that was envied by most of our colleagues at college, the couple that would walk down the corridor holding hands and laughing about anything and everything with Trevor continuously whispering sweet nothings in my ears not making it easy for me to contain my laughter. Instead we have been living like a couple that had an arranged marriage and had to make it work because of whatever was at stake. Trevor has been distant, very distant. He no longer kisses me as often as he used to, he no longer takes me out on dates, he no longer sets up movie nights for just the two of us and even the love making is no longer as it used to be. Nowadays I just lay there like a dressed chicken and he does his thing and we're done. Not much kissing, not much foreplay, no eye contact whatsoever. We're just like a couple that has been together for fifty years and is tired of each other and the husband ends up going out and having a small house or two. He sometimes does not come home, he goes out with his friends and comes back the following morning smelling like a tarven and the only answer I get when I enquire on his whereabouts is "I am an old enough man living in his own home therefore I ask the questions and not the other way around so my darling if you're not happy here I can show you the way back to Bulawayo". Now that saying stabs my heart as if it's the first time I hear it each time he says it. We also argue all the time even about the silliest things and the way he looks at me each time we argue makes me wonder if perhaps it's a warning eye but Trevor never struck anyone to be the abusive type but at this moment, the way we've been living lately anything is possible. I always wonder what I'd do if I was right, what if he is indeed warning me to shut up or I'll be 'disciplined'? He'd never, I always told him my father owns a gun. Well I think he does because of the photos I've seen of him during the war times holding a gun, maybe he still has one or maybe not but one thing for sure my father would skin anyone who touches any of his daughters alive. That I am sure of. They say, 'if you can't beat them join them'. After a while of ups and downs with Trevor I decided I was throwing in the towel. I wasn't giving up on our relationship, that I'd never do because I hoped and prayed that one day he'd come around then we kiss and make up and live happily ever after with our son or daughter. So I decided I'd let him be and wait for that time to come if ever it was meant to come, in the mean time I'd do me just like he was doing him. During my stay at Trevor's compound, I made new friends Shylet and Felistas who were popularly known as 'Shy' and 'Stars'. Now this duo everyone around the block knew was a bad combination. However if you wanted a nice time in the area they were a force to be reckoned with. They went out regularly to night clubs, bars, casinos, basically anywhere where people went for a nice time, they went. They'd noticed that I was around and reached out to me offering me an invitation to join them on one of their escapades on one weekend. I always turned the invitations down but with the living arrangement I had going on, being all alone all the time I ended up considering it once or twice but the sanity in me would always show up and shun the idea. This continued until one day as Trevor walked out the house dressed up and looking all nice after having spent the previous night away I thought to myself why not join them since I can't beat them. Shy's phone rang twice and was picked up at the third ring. "Hey Hun, what's up? I was actually about to call you. We got this cool spot downtown we discovered and we thought why not tag along and we paint the city red. Now before you turn down my invitation please think about it, we'll get you home in time for you to go back to your boring wifely duties and it's going to be fun". In my mind I was jumping up and down because I dreaded having to ask for the invitation so since Shy had the ability to read my mind there and then, she made things easier for me. Now all I had to do was to pretend I didn't want to go but will just go for the sake of being constantly invited. "First of all I do not have boring wifely duties my dear and secondly you're so annoying Shy, I always tell you I can't go out with you guys. I'm not used to it, I don't know the first thing about going out but since you guys have been pestering me about it I'll do it just this once only if you promise to leave me alone after this". Shylet screamed as one who had won the lottery before she told me to be ready by six pm and look good, emphasizing on the look good part.