In Spite of the Bosset Life(23)

“You didn’t lock the door?” I asked, grabbing anything to put on. My dress was in the living room, so Rodney threw me his robe. He too then started to put his clothes back on.

“Shit, I forgot. I wasn’t thinking with my right head.”

“I have to go,” I said, rushing out the room. I quickly put my dress on once I got to the living room. I then followed the sounds of soft cries. I found Majesty hiding in the kitchen. She was in a ball crying. I got on the floor with my daughter and picked her up.

“What’s wrong? Smoochie Angel, stop crying.”

“Ma Ma,” said Majesty, crying.

“C’mon, it’s okay. We can go home. You want to go home?” Majesty nodded her head yes. I said goodbye to Rodney and packed up and left. I felt like a bad parent. I didn’t like the thought of my little one seeing me having sex. Let alone, it wasn’t even with her father. Once we got home, I showered good. I didn’t want to lie in bed with my daughter knowing I had just had sex. I felt dirty and washed my body twice. We climbed into bed and Majesty snuggled up next to me.

“I want DaDa,” said Majesty. I held my daughter close. I could buy Majesty everything in this world but I couldn’t buy her father back. It hurt me to know this.

“I wish I could give you DaDa,” I said, kissing my daughter. I was so tired of living like this. It was too much. I just wished Ace never had left. I wouldn’t have had to start over or be out trying to heal a broken heart that he left. I was feeling abandoned.

The next couple of days was a little weird. I talked to Rodney every day but didn’t see him. I told him I wanted to assure that my daughter was okay. He thought it wasn’t that great of a deal to trip about but understood as a parent. Majesty had never been exposed or seen me giving a man that kind of affection. I wanted to make sure my little girl was okay. I probably was over reacting but she was my princess.

“Majesty, you have to eat,” I said, standing at the kitchen table. Unni had cooked a big breakfast. She was overly happy this morning. Akamai even told me good morning and he never talked. Something was strange or I was just tripping.

“No! I want DaDa,” said Majesty, knocking the orange juice over. These tantrums were more often and I grew worried. “I want DA DA! I WANT MY DA DA!” screamed Majesty. I grabbed her up so quick then thought. I couldn’t whoop her for wanting her daddy. Those were her feelings. I did need to help her express herself better. Her and her father shared the same temper. They were so hot headed.

“I do too, Majesty. Dada in the sky. You want to go talk to Da Da? Let’s go talk to Dada,” I said, carrying Majesty up to my room. I went out on the balcony and brought Ace’s IPad too. I let her watch the clips of Ace and I just lying around in the house being us. He wanted me to smile for the camera but I wouldn’t in this one random video. He started doing all these goofy things to get me to smile.

“DaDa funny! Ma Ma ain’t he,” said Majesty, cracking up. I was crying. I missed him. “I wanna see DaDa real big,” said Majesty, dragging me along to the theatre room.

“After, you have to get ready for school, okay smoochie,” I said, opening the door. Surprisingly, Ace had paid her tuition up until she graduated. “C’mon Smooch.” I looked up because Majesty wouldn‘t go in the theatre. Something came over me all at once and tears rushed down my face.

“Ma Ma, who is that? It dat Da Da... Dad Da?” asked Majesty, letting me go and about to take off. I stopped her though. Ace stood to his feet disappointedly. I closed my eyes because this had to be a dream. I opened them and Ace was still standing. Majesty was fighting to get out my arms. I closed my eyes and counted to five. I had to be dreaming. “Ma Ma, it’s okay... Da cum back for us.” I stood holding her back and that made Majesty lose it.

“No No No... I WANT MY DA-DA!”

“Smoochie no,” I said demandingly. I was afraid if I or her touched him, he would disappear like a ghost. Ace started walking and I backed away with my daughter fighting me. Everything in me wanted to say he was not welcome back. Three years is a long time and I began to say I was a widow. Now I wanted answers as of where my husband been or if this was really real. I closed my eyes again, just to see if he would disappear.

“Koì, let her go. You stopping her from what?” Ace’s voice was the same. He spoke the same, walked the same, and looked the same. He didn’t look as if something happened to him. He had his limbs and I even counted the nigga’s fingers.

“From you leaving her again.” Majesty squirmed her little body out my hands and ran to her daddy. Ace’s eyes watered as he picked her up for the first time. This was the very first time he held his only daughter. I waited for this dream to be over but the fact was, it wasn’t a dream. I felt light headed but held onto the leather seat to keep from falling. I was use to falling out and knew the feeling.

“Da-Da, you come back,” said Majesty, wiping her daddy’s tears.

“Yes, daddy came back for you and momma,” said Ace, walking to me. I didn’t know if I should just accept him back in our lives. This was a close call. He touched my face and kissed my lips. He smiled and kissed me again. I was shaking and I couldn’t open my mouth because I thought I would vomit.

“Da-Da back, Ma Ma! You said he come back,” said Majesty, so happy to see her daddy. My daughter wiped Ace’s tears then mines. I could tell Ace was happy his daughter recognized him.