The nice man

**Dayle** 

We headed back home after a very heartbreaking dinner. I didn't know where to start or how to continue. Something tells me that Chrissy strongly believes that Amber slept with me. 
It sounds disgusting and embarrassing which is why I have to confront her no matter what. 

We walked into the house as Chrissy pulled me gently towards her. Her eyes are deeply rooted in mine, scared and confused. 
 “I trust you, Dayle. Wgarecet happens, we’ll deal with Amber and be a lot more conscious, right?” she asked and I nodded. 
 “Of course, sweetheart! I promise you, it is not over yet,” I assured her, gently squeezing her arms. 
 “Alright baby, I’ll just keep these in the fridge while you quickly freshen up. I was thinking we could watch a movie or a sitcom to ease the mood like we always do,” she said and I couldn't agree more. 
 “Sure baby! Catch you soon,” I said and headed upstairs while Dye walked to the kitchen, and just like I guessed, she was FaceTiming Ken and Sophy. 
Chriss acts like a Mom to everyone around her. She makes everyone feel at home and warm. 

…
A few minutes later, after bathing. I sat on the edge of the bed, wiping my body with the towel. 
I grabbed my phone and dialed Amber instantly. 
It took about five seconds before she responded. 
 “Hey, handsome—”
 “Are you fucking kidding me, bitch? You think this is a game? Playing your childish games with my relationship?” I scoffed, she couldn't speak and I didn't expect her to have the guts to do so. “Are you that bitter?” I asked, still trying to fathom why she would go that far to do such a thing. 
 “Okay. Dayle. I've entertained your shit more than I should. What's the fuss about? A little text should not ramp things up?” she snapped, I could picture how nonchalant she looked.
I scoffed, “A little text? Fucking hell, you almost destroyed my relationship and you think it's just a little text?” I asked again, my gaze darting directly at the dresser a few feet away from me. 
 “Dayle, take it easy okay? You wouldn't have agreed to come over if I didn't pull that little stunt—”
 “You know what?” I interrupted. “You’d come by the house tomorrow and apologize to Chriss and tell her that you and did nothing, tell her the truth…” I demanded. 
 “You’re kidding,” she snapped. 
 “No, I’m not Amber, you have to do it or I’ll handle it my way,” I firmly stated. 
 “Dayle, I’ll do anything for you but that! I can't stoop that low, she’s not all that…” she said like the fucking annoying bitch that she was. 
 “Honestly, people outgrow stuff. Why can't you?” I let out while she scoffed, barely unbothered. “Come by the house tomorrow and confess to my girlfriend that nothing happened between us and you orchestrated everything. She knows but I need you to tell her everything. Word for word! Or we are gonna have a fatt ass problem,” I hung up, tossing my phone on the bed. 

I rose, confused and distraught. 
I love Chrissy and each passing day seems not enough to prove it. There's literally nothing in this world she wants than being loved back and Amber wants to do is ruin a good thing. I wouldn't let that happen. 

I sighed, walking into the closet with a newfound resolve. 

***
Rubbing my belly, lazily walking down the stairs, I heard Chriss arguing with someone. 
As soon as I entered the kitchen where she was cleaning the dishes she washed, I saw Egan eating an apple—leaning on the counter. 
 “Hey, bro!” Egan waved shortly at me with a smirk as my eyes darted to my girlfriend. She was pissed, if not angry. 
 “What's up, man!” I flashed a small smile, walking to Chrissy, holding her from behind. I placed a kiss on her neck as she turned to me, hanging the small towel.
 “After you're done talking to him, to need to talk to you and can't wait, Dayle!” she stated firmly as she grabbed her cell phone from the counter and stormed off angrily. 

I turned to Egan who was just still. 
 “What happened, bro? Did y'all argue?” I asked, confused and suspicious.
 “Nope. Just asked a few questions bro!” he snapped casually turning on his heel to leave. 
My face squeezed a bit, “She literally stormed off like thunder, what did you?” 
 “Really? Dayle? What did I do? You think I'm ever gonna hurt her?!” he walked out of the kitchen leaving me to ponder on what had just happened, leaving me confused as fuck. 

I followed. 
Egan was outside on the porch, smoking Marijuana. I scoffed lightly, pocketing my hands. 
 “How did your date go?” I asked. 
He told me that he would meet up with Nova and I was really worried about how it went. 
 “She is just not my type,” he snapped and I shrugged. 
 “What's your type, Egan?”
He dropped into the chair while I leaned on the wall. 
 “Pretty. Good heart. Loves caring for everyone. Family-oriented. Funny. Strong…” he said and turned to me. “Very faithful,” he added and my jaw tightened. 
 “Sounds like Chrissy to me,” I said under my breath. 
 “Yeah!” he said, I didn't know that he caught that. 
 Bro, is she that bad? Maybe you should invite Nova or we can organize a double date and get to know her. I should see for myself. To, you know, try to understand what you mean. Right?” I opted and he just looked away, smoking as he passed me the blunt. 
Well, we don't say no to that. 
Chrissy would have to forgive me for the umpteenth time. I hope that she isn't lurking or close by or else im screwed. I might end up sleeping on the couch or in one of the guest rooms. 
 “Don’t know man, do whatever!” 

Egan gave no shit about it and it was starting to get alarming. 

Egan was not the guy I used to know, something about him had changed. Giving off the vibe of too sly, uninterested, and sad. 
I don't know my friend that way though. 
Before I could speak, my phone buzzed. A text entered. 

‘I’m close!’

It was from Steve and I was excited for some reason. 
 “Steve’s coming,” I announced sitting across. 
 “Fuck! I see what you're doing here. You invited him to give me a big ass sermon about marrying a fairytale Princess?” he flared up and I rubbed my forehead. He's got to be kidding me.
 “Fuck you, from the depths of my heart!” I snapped, replying to Steve’s message. 
 “Dumb move,” Egan snapped at me as if he would throw a slipper at me. 
 “Fuck you still! I'm gonna go in and grab us a beer,” I rose, walking into the house. 

Minutes later, I returned with a small bucket of ice and some heated grilled chicken wings.
Meanwhile, Steve was sitting with Egan, arguing about God-knows what. 
 “My man!!!” Steve rose as we shared a friendly hug and signature handshake. 
 “Why’s he grumpy? I didn't know Egan turned 60 today,” Steve teased and I cracked up. 
 “He’s been acting like a grandpa because of a pretty princess in Norway,” I explained, tossing each of them a beer before sitting on the spare seat. 
 “Seriously, Dayle, I didn't know you wanted to be a cheap journalist! Could stop telling everyone that I’m marrying a fucking princess, okay?” he snapped at me angrily. 
 “No, man, you're not going to yell at me like that. I'm not a kid, you fucking hear that?!” I stated firmly. “Besides, I told no one but Stevie. If you've got a problem, say it as it is and stop talking through cryptic messages. None of us looks like a conspiracy theorist right here,” I added. 
 “Guys, chill…” Steve interrupted. “What's the fuss about?” he added. 
 “Im just trying to help him out. I left my girl upstairs trying to sort his ass out,” I stated again and then I gulped the beer. 
 “Remind us again that Chrissy made you a freaking simp,” Stece teased. 
 “Simp for her, count me in a billion times,” I snapped. “And can't you be a simp for Maggie?” I fired back at him as he scoffed looking away. Defeated. 
 “Okay, that's not funny!” he snapped. 
 “Well, you should have thought about that,” I snapped back. 
 “Maggie wants to have kids and I’m not ready…” Steve stated taking a wing. 
 “I'm not judging but… why not? Maggie loves you so much, she keeps up with your shit and all she wants is a family. Give it a shot, man! Chrissy and I love each other and we wanna have start a family and have kids running all around,” I said while they stared at me in silence. 
 “That's the issue, bro, not every girl is like Chrissy…” Egan chimed in finally. 
 “Well, I didn't say that…”
 “Or stop reminding us that you have the perfect relationship and don't,” Steve said. 

I just couldn't believe it. He had a perfect relationship and ruined it. I mean, he could have told Maggie that he didn't need a committed relationship rather than lead her on. And there you have Egan being bitter over what I can't understand. 
 “First fucking off, I wouldn't stop telling you guys about Chrissy. Secondly, I’m not rubbing shit in your face but I will if I have to.” I shrugged. “I'm only concerned that my best friend’s love life is a total wreck and I’m fucking concerned about it. We had dreams growing up and marriage was a fucking part of it. But, if my concern seems like a total waste of time and effort and a stick in your asses, I would rather be with Chrissy right now,” I grabbed my beer, about to leave. “Y’all eat up everything, I’m going to bed. Goodnight, guys!” I said and left them while they basked in silence. 

Trying to be nice is not my thing and I just thought that I could be nice and it backfired. 
Good luck to their messes, I won’t sign up to be a fucking idiot. 

…
When I entered the room, Chrissy was already in bed with the lights off. 
I kept the empty bottle on the table and walked over to the bed. 
I lay next to her, shoving the thick sheets over our bodies. I wrapped my arms around her, placing a goodnight kiss on her neck. She smelled very nice like always. 
 “I want Egan out of our house,” she voiced out firmly while I remained shocked. 
I didn't know that she was awake all this time.