Teri

I entered a nearby grocery store, carrying handfuls of excitement. Sherri and I were planning on having dinner, tonight, at my place. And, I couldn't have been more happy. We'd been seeing each other for a few weeks now, and things were surely going smoothly, so far.

|Me : Hey, I'm out picking up a few things for dinner tonight.| I pulled out my phone, sending a text to Sherri's contact.
|Me : Anything you want in particular?|

Just as I was about to slide my phone back in the left pocket of my hoodie, the box of chocolates, I'd gotten for my love, slipped from underneath my arms.

"Oh, I got it." A voice sounded off from behind me.
I turned around to a middle aged, brunette haired woman, with a rose tattoo covering her right arm.
She then handed me the box.

"Ah, thank you for that." I smiled. "You didn't have to—"

"Do you know who you are?" She had a gasping mouth, impeding my words.

Being stopped in public, by fans, was something that occurred quite frequently. And, I didn't mind it. Not at all. I loved to hear the positivity they'd give--informing me of how the show or my character had impacted their life in some sort of way. It was definitely an amazing feeling.

"Well, I think I'm—"
But, just as I was about to respond, she cut me off. Once again. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe I'm speaking with Teri Polo!" Her eyes grew watery. "The Teri Polo!"

"Yep, its me." I smiled, slightly. "What's your name?"

"So, you and Sherri are very close, obviously." She ignored my question, looking at me sideways.  "What's your secret? Are you guys together in real life?"

"Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, now would it?" I laughed, joking around. "No, no. Sherri and I are friends...who are obsessed with each other. We just...love each other very much." I then lied, and felt horrible doing so. I didn't like this feeling--having to deny every question regarding Sherri and I. 

The girl continued to talk, asking more questions about the cast and show, and so forth. But, all I could think about was having to lie about whether or not I was in a relationship with the love of my life.

I didn't get it. Why should I had to have kept our love a secret, when it was a love so true and real? I should've been showing Sherri off to the world, claiming her as mine. Not being afraid to let it be known.

When the girl finally walked off, I pulled my phone back out, only to see that Sherri still hadn't replied to my text.

—

Sherri

"Okay, Michelle," I began, wanting her to come clean about whatever it is that she had hidden in her throat. "I've waited long enough. Spill it."

She looked up at Khamar, their eyes communicated words I didn't catch. She even grew almost hesitant. "I'm--well, I was pregnant."

My heart stopped, then began again. Flabbergasted, my eyes shot straight up at Khamar, then back at the woman standing before me. "I'm sorry. What?"

She didn't respond. Not one word fell from her lips. Instead, a single tear struggled to reach the end of her chin.
I faced my husband with my own tears eating at my pupils. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Sherri, how could I tell you, when just like you, I knew nothing about Michelle being preg—"

Michelle finally spoke again, cutting Khamar off. "Oh, he knew. I texted the news to him first, then we met up afterwards."

As Khamar looked away, sinking in culpability, the room grew quiet.

Had I had not been doing something right? Was I hurting him in any way, shape, or form, that would drive him to take part in such a heart aching act, making me feel lower than I had ever felt? Why must he put me through this? Why? I shouldn't even had another woman in my home, telling me about a pregnancy she and my husband created.

I crossed my arms above my chest, throwing my eyes at Michelle. "So, what--where's the baby?"

"That's uh--the reason I wanted to stop by." She wiped her face. "I felt you should know. I...miscarried."

"Well, I'm sorry for your loss. I really am." As a woman who had mothered two, being pregnant and just knowing that you're gonna be a mom, was one of the best feelings. You never thought that something may go wrong, or that your baby wouldn't make it. You'd be so excited to see your bundle of joy, that those thoughts wouldn't even crowd your head. But, when those thoughts would become reality, it'd take you to a place you never intended on going.
"I just have to ask--did you know about me? Did you know that Khamar was married?"

Michelle's eyes fell to the floor, guilt tugging at her feet. "Yes, I did. I knew."

I released heavy breaths, sighing and expressing disappointment. If she knew about me during the time of her and Khamar's secret fling, why would she continue to do what she did, with a married man?!

"Sherri, you have every right to be angry with me." She exclaimed, noticing my expression. "But, you're in no position to be mad at just me. Khamar knew he was married just as well as I did."

"I know." I sighed. "I just don't understand why you'd agree to--to be intimate with a man you had known to be married."

Michelle's shoulders bounced up and down. "I don't know. Temptation maybe?" She placed her hands in the air, almost forming the surrendering position. As much as I hated to say it, I'd rather hear the truth from her, than Khamar. She had been completely honest with me since meeting her. All Khamar had done was observe. Standing around, swimming in his own guilt, listening as his lies and unspoken words played out.
"It was very tempting working with your husband, Sherri. For the both of us. Irresistible almost." She explained, dropping her chin below her chest, pulling at her fingers. "I had fun while it lasted, but I'm not looking forward to a relationship with Khamar, if you were wondering."

My head moved up and down, my indication of understanding. Admittedly, Michelle seemed to be a strong individual. Especially after losing something so precious, and to be standing here, facing me. Awarding me with truth and honesty. But, there was nothing left here for her.
"Michelle, once again, I am sorry for your loss." I gave my condolences, a second time. "I could never imagine the pain you must be carrying." My heart then touched hers. "And, I know that one day, I'll be able to forgive you. I can't hold on to this forever. I mean, we all have to move on someday, right?"

She moved her head in a motion that expressed agreement.

"Then, let today be your day—your day to move on." I continue. "As of right now, just leave our home," My eyes found Khamar's. "Just leave, and never return. Please."

When I entered the front door, and learned that she was the Michelle that my husband had cheated with, I wanted to rip her head off. I wanted to do or say something that might've hurt her feelings, deeply. But, I couldn't even if I tried. I was Sherri Saum, a human being far from perfect, (Stop that lyin', Sherri) and so much better than that. Way better.

Michelle slowly walked by, heading for the door with that same guilt tagging along. I watched, tears protested for a spot upon my face.

—

Teri

Just as I'd began setting my dining room table for the special dinner tonight, my door bell rang, disrupting me.

When I answered, I was taken by surprise of a sight which was one that I was not prepared to see. It had been Sherri, drowning in tears. I could literally spot a burden resting right on her shoulders.
My eyes widened. "Sherri, baby, what's wrong?!"

As a response, she fell into my arms, leaving me with no verbal explanation.
I grabbed at her right hand, leading her to my couch. We took a seat, sitting in Sherri's pain. I then extended my arms, wrapping them around her waist as my chin rests upon her curls.

"It involves Khamar." She finally spoke.

I wasn't surprised at all to hear that name being the reasoning for her to show up at my doorstep, broken and dipped in hurt.
"Figured." I sighed. "What happened this time?"

"I uh--I don't want to talk about it, right now."

My pink, plump lips fell onto her forehead, gifting her a soft and gentle kiss. "We can discuss it whenever you're ready, my love."

We sat in silence, still holding on to each other as more than one thought invaded my mind. At first, I didn't want to get involved in Sherri and Khamar's marital issues. But, he had truly been hurting her and was obviously failing to see that. If he knew of the pain he had caused, he wouldn't have kept adding on more of it to a heart that didn't deserve it. Something had to be done. Immediately.

Sherri looked up at me, swallowing the words formed in her throat. She hesitated to speak tonight, but knowing what was weighing in on her, I didn't mind her quietness.

I watched as an inaudible tear struggled to meet her chin. I then took the thumb of my right hand, stopping that tear before it reached the end, bringing along it's fellow waterworks.

Our pupils lined, expressing words non verbally. A strong hold takes it position, radiating the hottest of heat and desire. Our bodies grew closer, and as soon as our skins touch, sparks fly throughout the room, indicating our undeniable love.

I breathed heavily, feeling Sherri's heavy breaths as well. For, we both knew what this moment meant and where it could lead to. We knew we couldn't stop those butterflies, no matter how hard we might've attempted to.
Sherri placed her hands to the back of my head, pulling our faces closer than close. I shut my eyes, then she set her lips to mine.
They began to move together so perfectly, it'd be unfeasible for them to not do so.

I covered her cheeks with the palms of my tingling hands, as Sherri ran her slender fingers through my hair. She then began to place soft kisses along my kneck, making me lost in pleasure.
Once she was done at my kneck, I pushed our bodies down on the couch. When I realized Sherri started to tug at my pants, I stopped what we'd started.

She looks at me, throwing eyes of astonishment my way.
"We uh--are we sure about this?"

A/N
WHADDYA GUYS THINK OF THIS CHAPTER?
-Not edited.
-Chapter dedication : BayRenmen
dammilamano 
goddessoflovex
And, of course, StefenaFanFiction ❤