He pretended not to know that the 'someone'  she talked about was not the baby but the mother, and asked, “There you go again. If the baby would come between us, why do you ask me to get one?”
Now, Mitchell was speechless, and Cornelius waited for her reaction. She simply lay on his chest and sobbed. He was mute and waited for her to speak. 
Meanwhile, he was convinced that Irene loved him and would come between them, but he could not go back because he loved her too, especially with the pregnancy.
After a while, she mustered up the courage to ask him, “Is she pregnant already?”
“I wouldn't know until I get there?”
“Is she better than me in bed?”
Cornelius was bereft of speech and was calm. When she got no response, she asked another stupid question, that earned her a stupid response.
“Do you tell her that you love her when you are making love to her?”
“Get ready, and come with me. You will find out the answers to your questions by yourself,” he blurted out and tried to get up, but she stopped him with a kiss. 
He reciprocated, and she calmed down.
“I love you, Wifey,” he assured her, and she dropped the subject, and relished the moment, “I love you too, Hubby."
He ensured that he satisfied her, and was in the right frame of mind, before leaving the house.
 Irene's House
Mr. Cornelius was troubled. That was the first time that his wife would know that he was going to see Irene. Notwithstanding, she was aware that there could be a woman or two somewhere, but not like what happened that morning.
“How would she feel knowing that her husband was with another woman?” He asked himself before he got out of the car. 
Meanwhile, to give his wife a sense of belonging, he called her, and she picked up immediately.
“Hubby, have you arrived?” she asked excitedly.
“Yes, my love. I called to inform you that I arrived safely.”
“I see. How was your trip?”
“My trip was great. Thank you for your concern.”
“I see. I am grateful for your call.”
“It is my pleasure. See you later.”
“Okay, dear. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He cut the call and mumbled, “I can't continue to hurt her. Something had to be done.”
He walked into the house. To his happiness, Irene was anxiously waiting for him. She got up from the couch and walked into his open arms.
“How are you doing, my baby?” He inquired.
“Your baby is expecting our moon baby,” she announced happily. 
He showed shock and looked into her eyes. “What did you just say, my baby? We only talked about conception three days ago.”
“You are right. I never knew that I had conceived our cute babies before then. You planted your love in me before then.”
Although it was not new to him, he was delighted that she loved the idea, and had informed him.
“Come to the couch,” he said and led the way. 
They took their seats, and he requested, “Tell me that you are not joking.”
She laughed softly and explained, “I am not. The pharmacist ran the test and gave me the report.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her temple. Then he expressed, “It's so nice to hear that you conceived the moon baby, Alisa.”
“I'm glad to know that, too. I love you, my Cornell.”
“I love you, too, my Alisa.”
They did nothing that day, but to relish their accomplishments. Nevertheless, he sent a message to his wife and informed her of the pregnancy, and she was left with sadness and joy. From her response, he could feel the pain that she was going through.
“That's good to hear. I can't wait to see our baby. Will you still return to me?”
He reasoned with her, and sent her a short but intimate love message, “I will always return home to my first love. No one can replace my Mitchell of my school days. I love you so much, my wife.”
The message quelled her disturbed spirit, and she wiped her tears and cheered up. 
Nevertheless, she sent a eulogy to him, “I believe you, my first love. With your firmness, I won your heart despite all the attention seekers on the campus. I await your return, my crush.”
That night, Irene inquired, “What next, Cornell?”
“What next over what, please?” he asked.
“I mean the moon baby, our love child, will not be illegitimate. Or do you want that?”
“You have said it all. I won't permit that too.”
“I think we should get married at once. Or what do you think?” 
Now, the die had been cast. It was all Mitchell's idea for him to get involved in extramarital affairs. He was not acquainted with her plans. All the same, he had to do what he deemed fit for his family and damn the consequences.
“I think the same way, but I have to get my wife's consent, or she would sue me for bigamy.”
At that point, Irene brought out her repulsive character, which the Prince resented, and flared up. 
"Are you married?” She demanded.
Mr. Cornelius was surprised at her outburst, and responded sharply, “At my age, what do you expect, Alisa?” 
She got up from the bed, sat on the edge, and snapped, “You lied to me, Cornell. I mistook you for a widower, who wished to remarry.”
“I can't remember. I won't lie about my marital status,” he emphasized.
Nevertheless, Irene was aware that she was nothing but a sexually promiscuous woman, whom Jenny pimped for him, and there was no room for a formal introduction. 
They sat quietly for a while, before he spoke, “My Alisa, come to your Cornell.”
At that point, she concealed her immoral acts and ugly past and made Mr. Cornelius a transgressor.
“I hate it when people take advantage of me,” she sobbed. 
All the same, he moved closer to her and crossed his arm on her shoulder. 
Thereafter, he pleaded, “I think we were carried away by the love we had for each other at first sight and failed to ask questions about each other. As you can see, it is too late to back away. I love you, Alisa.”
To avoid going further on the subject, she calmed down and asked, “What if she says 'no'?”
“She will not. She would be happy to have you and the baby.”
“Are you saying that she would love to share her husband with another woman?” She asked with concern. 
Cornelius was certain that it was already difficult for Mitchell, but he undertook for her, “She has no choice. The question is you. Would you like to share me with …”