In Spite of the Bosset Life(27)

“Dada, are you happy?” asked Majesty.

“Majesty c’mere,” said Ace, reaching for his daughter. He wasn’t in rage no more, so I was a little at ease. I hoped he saw where I was coming from. I wasn’t trying to hurt him or go against our marriage.

“Say you sorry,” I said, keeping Majesty in my possession. Ace tilted his head.

“Sorry... now huh,” said Ace, taking his daughter. “Dada and Mama feelings hurt right now. I hurt your feelings and Mama feelings. Mama hurt my feelings,” said Ace, trying to explain why her parents were acting so crazy. We hadn’t saw each other in three years, it had only been a couple of hours, and we were already acting a foo. This was not what I wanted for my daughter. Seeing her parents so angry and mad at each other wasn’t the upbringing I wanted for her. I thought things would be so different when Ace came back. “You love yo daddy?”

“Yes,” said Majesty. “You gon hurt Ma Ma? I don’t want you to. I love Ma Ma too. I wann you stay Da Da.” That alone made me tear up all over again. I folded my arms because Ace had his daughter seeing all this foolishness. This is why I wanted her gone when we talked in the first place. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy telling my husband I f*cked another nigga. I needed to tell him the truth.

“I won’t hurt Ma Ma. I promise. When adults get mad, they do and say things they never meant to. Dada will protect you and Ma Ma. I’m not going nowhere.”

“Ace, we need to talk seriously. I can’t fight with you no more. I’m already stressed out enough.”

“Let me give my daughter a bath and get her back comfortable. We can talk then,” said Ace, going to the bathroom. I went to the hallway to get my cracked up phone. I started to clean the room back up but Ace stopped me.

“I got it. I’m gonna clean up. Just chill. I’m sorry,” said Ace kissing, my cheek. “You still love me?”

“I love you the most...Ace, I’m really sorry. I feel awful. I just-,”

“Koì, stop apologizing. You said sorry already. If I was home, none of this would’ve happened. So, I’m sorry,” said Ace, holding me. “My fault.” I was glad he was taking responsibility in this f*cked up situation. Ace knew if he was here, I would never step out on him. That was just fact.

“That’s the Ace I remember...you use to treat me like a queen.”

“I’m gonna continue to treat you like my queen. We just gotta communicate. You know I gots to be here with you,” said Ace, pointing to my head and his. Ace was all about being on the same page. If we weren’t, then everything stopped so we could get it right. Today was no different. We would fight to the death just to get somewhere, where we could meet in the middle. “I apologize for putting my hands on you. You know I don’t get down like that Ma.”

“Dada, I’m ready to get outta,” sang out Majesty.

“My daughter talks just like you. I f*cks with it,” said Ace while smiling. “Say baby.”

“No,” I said smiling. He knew that irritated me when people asked me to talk, so they could hear my accent.

“Shiddd, no sound good too...say it for me, Ma.”

“I f*cks with cha bayybee.” Ace kissed me and felt my round ass. I missed him doing just that. I had to stop him to get another kiss. He knew I wanted him to rub on my booty again and he did.

“Let me take care of Majesty, Ma.” I let Ace go and went to see if Unni made it back to the house yet. Thank God she did. She was tearing up talking about how glad she was that Ace was home. I had to cut her off because I really needed this time to talk to my husband. She understood and took Majesty outside to play. I met Ace in the theatre and sat next to him. I decided to start the conversation off with a few videos. I didn’t want to be talking all night trying to explain what all happened in three years. I showed him all the videos that Akamai had recorded for him. All Majesty’s birthdays, Christmases, Halloweens, Kash and Kori’s prom and graduation, me getting a business of the year award for the furniture store, Big Momma’s funeral, and lastly, the birth of Majesty. Ace had a hard time watching everything, like I knew he would. Big Mama’s funeral was what I was dreading telling him. Ace never took death well. Now, we just sat in silence. I still had more to tell him but didn’t know how to go about it. Last thing I wanted was him flipping out like last time. I watched my husband emotions change as he finished watching the videos. There were smiles, tears, laughter, and hurt.

“I should’ve never left you here,” said Ace, putting his head down. I rubbed his back.

“Ace, you did what you had to-,”

“But you should’ve never been left like this. I can’t help but blame myself. I missed three f*cking years with my daughter. My son is grown... I missed everything.”

“You here now. You can make it up with everyone. I’m not blaming you. I’m not mad anymore. I was mad but now I’m just grateful you came back. If you beat yourself up about this, you’re never going to get over it. You told me not to never fear anything. Don’t fear this new beginning. We a team. I kept everything afloat the best I could but now we can do it together. We can parent Majesty together. She loves you and needs you.” Ace wiped his tears because he knew I was right. Ace had been gone so long, he didn’t know how he could just jump back in our life. This was my second time seeing Ace cry. This man NEVER cried.