When the Cake Is Made by Miasha & Lisa Wu Hartwell

Author:Miasha & Lisa Wu Hartwell [Miasha & Hartwell, Lisa Wu]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Occult, United States, Religion & Spirituality, Theater, Contemporary Fiction, Drama & Plays, Contemporary, Drama, American, Arts & Photography, African American, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B004477WK6
Publisher: Fifth Ave Ent
Published: 2010-09-22T04:00:00+00:00

“I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, but Mrs. Stewart you do have endometriosis which very well could be why you and your husband have been unable to conceive...”

The minute we left the doctor’s office and got in the car he unleashed his fury, “What are we going to do? Huh?” he screamed.

“We’re going to keep trying,” I told him. “Anything is possible through God.”

“Keep trying? For how much longer? What, you want me to be fifty years old having my first child?”

I wrapped my arms around him and he brushed me off mumbling, “I wish I would’ve known this shit.”

I was devastated. I felt like my insides were ripped out of me. And all that was left was my outer shell. That was the day that I stopped feeling, believing, trusting, loving. That was the day it all went cold. I was a robot after that.

A couple months went by and he brought home some ultrasound pictures. He told me we were going to tell our family and friends that we were expecting a baby. He said he had already worked out a deal with a female friend. She agreed to let him impregnate her and once the baby was born he could have it. He would give her three hundred thousand dollars and she would walk away without mention of it ever happening.

“So, you went out and slept with somebody else?” I remember was my first concern.

“No, I gave up my sperm at one of those clinics! What the hell do you think I did?” he fumed. “Now this is the plan and you stickin’ to it! You wanted a fuckin’ baby right? RIGHT?”

Shaken with fear and misery, I nodded, fighting my tears with all my might. Only when he disappeared, did I break down. I was at an all time low. And ironically after going nine months pretending to be pregnant, stuffing my dresses with pillows and everything, it was the welcoming of the baby girl that my husband had conceived with another woman that brought me the joy and love I had been lacking for years.

It was hard, especially during the first few years. Looking at this baby grow, knowing she was someone else’s. I loved her so much but sometimes looking at her brought up so much anger. It’s a wonder I didn’t lose my mind. Then there would be days that I would be so unhappy and it was like she could sense it. Even at two and three years old. She would wobble over to me with the warmest smile and say, ‘I love you, mommy.’ My heart would just melt. And I would know that she was in my life for a reason. She was my guardian angel.

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