“Your wife,” I cleared my throat, hating the way my voice cracked at the start of my sentence. “Ashley already cursed me out, Aubry. She thinks I still want her husband and?—”
“You do want me.”
I shoved his hand off my thigh, instantly pissed.
“I did want you, wanted us to work for Lolani! You never acknowledge what all you’ve done to break and hurt me! I’ve been with you since ninth grade; I loved you with a young heart and still love you as a grown woman. I wasn’t ideal enough for you in college. It took me a long time to accept that but when I did, I let you go!” I dropped my head in defeat and finally allowed my tears to drop.
I looked over at Aubry, for a moment, it felt like I was starting to get through to him. He ran his hand down his wheat-colored face then tugged at the bottom of his beard. Since he remained quiet, I continued to talk. Once again, my emotions took control.
“You kept coming around, fucking me, claiming to love me and even wanting to make it work once you got settled with a good job. I end up pregnant and ecstatic about having your baby, all for a bitch to be at my parents’ doorstep claiming to be your wife…what followed after that, Aubry?”
I cocked my head to the side with balled fist waiting for him to finally admit to his fucked-up ways.
“All for you to go to court and make me out to be an unfit mother! Black mailing my father with his past! You couldn’t even wait until Lolani turned one years old, you?—”
“Shut the fuck up! What’s done is done, and I don’t feel sorry for none of what I had to do to ensure my daughter is straight. Ashley is a good stepmother, if it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t be able to do all of what you do! Besides,” he forcefully placed his hand back on the top of my thigh and gripped it tightly.
Possessively, Aubry’s hand trailed between my legs. I already knew what he was on but wanted to fight it. I was tired of beingtired with this entire situation. I felt helpless, like a pawn in this fucked up cycle of what he deemed as normal between us.
“I came here to feel you, baby. A nigga miss this puss?—”
“Don’t!” I stopped his hand from cupping my pussy.
I slapped his hand away just as he skirted away from in front of my parents’ house. My chest heaved, as anger and shame stirred in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re married, and I’m trying to get my shit together. I don’t have time for this shit with you, Aub.” I sighed the words out.
Give me a fucking break, please!
“Yeah, I’m married…but you never care about that wedding band when I’m deep in that pussy.” His wheat complexion reddened as he stopped at a red light.
“I’m not on that no more, you might as well take me back home.” I said loud and clear for it to get through to his brick head.
“Alright fasho.” He sucked his top lip into his mouth then released it with a loud pop.
“Don’t expect to see Lolani this weekend.” He shrugged.
The light turned green, and he busted a dramatic u-turn and accelerated to five as he zoomed back towards my parents’ house. His words hit harder than any slap ever could. My breath stuttered as panic seeped in.
“You took my baby from me, because that bitch womb couldn’t carry your seed!” I yelled.
“Yeap, that’s the reason, Ma.” He chuckled dryly.
“The fuck else you got to say? My wife a better mother than you! She knows how to play her fucking role too! She doesn’t beg and nag a nigga, she never be on the stupid insecure shit that you use to be on, going through my phone to find what you already know is there!” He spat the words out coldly.
“You confusing my daughter! She calls us both mommy! It’s me, Aubry! I fucking—” A sob broke through as I dropped my head in defeat. “I love my baby, I want to be a full-time mother to her. I’m not a bad person and you knew this from jump. You don’t have to want me, but that shouldn’t make you continue to keep my baby from me, she loves me and cry every time she has to go.” I cried out.
“I don’t give a fuck. I refuse to have any baby daddy and baby momma problems with you. If I let you keep Lolani, you wouldn’t have done shit but put me on child support with your broke ass. My daughter good, she being raised in a two-parent home! Fuck!” He slammed his hand hard against the dashboard; I jumped out of fear.
“Why the fuck can’t you just be happy with how shit is? You get to see her on the weekends. You don’t have to do too much of shit even then? Let’s be real, you just jealous of my wife…you wish it could be you in her shoes.” He shook his head.
It was supposed to be me! Since it’s not, just let me be the mom I know I can fucking be!I thought, as I shut my eyes for five long seconds. I wanted to punch on Aubry until my knuckles bled out. That was a fight that I knew I wouldn’t win so I calmed myself before I spoke.
“I’m going to take you back to court when I get my money up, Aubry. I’m really getting sick of this shit. This ain’t two years ago when my dad was trying his best to be on good terms with youbecause of his past. I swear, one day I’m really going to boss up on you. Get my own place, and everything else that I need to get my baby back.” I gritted out.
My dad’s track record in the streets was dirty. It was drug money that afforded my parents’ the huge six-bedroom two story house in Baldwin Hills that we lived in. Aubry called himself having dirt on my father in order to get my parents to fall back. I had to beg my dad not to revert back into his old streets ways because he wanted to kill Aubry for even making the threat.
“That’s cool, but you can try me bitch. Ain’t no judge gone tell me I gotta hand my daughter over to her messy-ass ghetto momma who never even had a fucking job! A bitch that never lived on her own, never paid a fucking bill. I can’t even put you on child support if I wanted to!” He yelled.
