8. Citrell
I fucked my woman’s head up with my little game.
From the time she told me that she knew about chords because her mother taught her and her sister, I knew I wanted to play this game with her.
Their mother taught them because she felt that it would be beneficial to help them with their changes when they sang.
After I finished the game with my baby, I gave her grace and let her sleep for two hours before I gave her the dick.
I’m a considerate man in that way. I loved that we had such a strong sexual connection among our other connections.
Some people loved to play down the sexual aspect of relationships.
They tried to play off the whole love is most important.
I wasn’t saying that love wasn’t important, but what I was saying was that sex was just as important.
A few days after we played the game, I asked her if she wanted to set up the game with another song and her ass shook her head so damn fast before she told me that she wasn’t ready.
I thought for a second that she didn’t like the game, but she confirmed she did.
The problem was that it was just intense, and it was something that she had to build herself up to.
We came to a compromise that we would play the game once a quarter and alternate who took the lead in the game.
I couldn’t wait until she took the lead to see what she came up with for action.
Sundae spent a lot of time at my house to the point that she might as well move in.
I gave her closet and drawer space. She had her hygiene products in my damn bathroom, favorite snacks and drinks in my kitchen, and her weighted blanket on the couch in the den.
There were nights that I would be at the bar, so Sundae would stay at my house with Callira.
I would come home at three or four in the morning, and they would be cuddled up under that weighted blanket.
I had so many pictures of them like that. She loved my daughter, and it showed.
When I was served with the contempt of court, Sundae was pissed.
Hell, all of my family was, but I couldn’t say that I was.
See, I knew that Iesha would come for me in some way after I kicked her ass out of my bar.
Did I think she would play the court angle, no.
Did I care, also no. My attorney has been on retainer since before my daughter was born.
She got more than enough of my money to be the one that stressed about the stupid shit that Iesha did.
After all of that shit popped off at Iesha’s house, I had a meeting with my lawyer to tell her what happened.
I gave her the recording of what was said.
Attorney Ducks did advise me that legally I couldn’t refuse her visitation without going to the court.
I told her I wasn’t going to refuse shit, but I also wasn’t going to reach out to make arrangements for visitation.
Iesha would have to. Like I knew, she never did.
You couldn’t deny a person something that they didn’t ask for.
Since the bar incident, my baby’s mother had gone out of her way to try to harass me on social media.
The crazy part was that all the crazy posts weren’t having the effect that she thought they would.
People dug in her ass. The funny thing about social media was that people who tried to go viral with bullshit and fabrications forgot that some of those people behind those profiles actually knew their fraud asses.
That was what happened with Iesha. She put a fake ass story out there about me and my woman that others weren’t trying to hear. They knew she was full of shit from go.
Now here she was at my daughter’s school and Sundae’s place of business showing her ass.
This right here was the nail in her coffin when it came to being around our daughter.
Before, I told her that she could have her visits once she got rid of that bum ass nigga.
Now it wouldn’t matter because I didn’t want her around my daughter period.
“What the fuck is your ho ass doing here?”
“Shut the fuck up, nigga! I told you that I had something for your lame ass,” she ranted. I took in my surroundings and noticed the knife that was on the ground. It was closest to Iesha and the man that held her, so I had to assume it was hers.
“I’m not sure how you think this shit is going to help your ditzy ass. You think a fuckin’ judge is going to let you see my baby when you came up to her school to fight her teacher, dummy?” I sucked my teeth. “You’re thirty-nine acting like a teenager.”
We had court in less than two weeks. She should have been trying to clean her act up if she really wanted to be near her child. Every post that she made was sent to my lawyer as well as the negative reviews that she put on my business page from different accounts.
The cops came over to do their thing. I moved in front of my woman. “Babe, are you alright?” I looked over her like I would my daughter for any injuries.
She waved me off. “I’m fine. I need to check on the children and Callira. They saw the beginning of it.” She told the police that she needed to get inside to her kids. They told her that they would come inside to speak with her.
One of the teacher assistants spoke with the cop because she saw the entire ordeal. Sundae was upset, that was clear. As usual, she was more concerned with my daughter and the other students than anything else. How could you not love a woman like that?
“Why the fuck am I getting arrested? She fuckin’ attacked me!” One of the officers had placed handcuffs on Iesha. He tried to explain to her that she was being detained because she was hostile and they needed to investigate.
I wasn’t sure of the teacher assistant’s name because she worked with another teacher, but she chortled. “Silly lady, we have cameras with sound. That lie is not going to fly.”
Iesha’s eyes followed the woman’s finger when she pointed at the cameras that were strategically placed around the entrance. There were four cameras that based on the surprise on Iesha’s face, she didn’t see beforehand. Yeah, she’s going to jail.
I couldn’t be bothered with the bullshit, so I headed inside to check on my baby girl. Wynsdae told me that Callira was in the office with Sundae and Princess. All of their heads snapped in my direction when I opened the office door.
“Daddy!” Callira ran into my arms. I picked her up and hugged her tightly. “Why would Mommy be mean to Miss Sundae?” She pulled back to gaze at me. “I don’t think I want her to be my mommy anymore. Can Miss Sundae be my mommy?”
My heart filled but broke in the same instant. I wanted to tell my baby that her mother loved her very much, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t be 100 percent positive that she did. I would never lie to my daughter just to make her feel better. I would only tell her what I knew.
“Baby girl, I know your mommy doesn’t make you happy, but she will always be your mommy,” I told her with a soft voice. “Now, guess what else? You are also allowed to have two mommies, so Sundae can be your mommy to if she wants to.”
She stared at me for a moment, then wiggled out of my arms. She walked over to the couch where Sundae sat. “Miss Sundae, do you want to be my mommy?”
It was the most complex question that Sundae may ever get. Well, I planned to ask her to marry me. That was pretty complex as well. I held my breath. There was no way to anticipate how she would respond. I knew how I wanted her to respond, but that meant nothing.
Sundae reached her hand out to Callira. When she took her hand, Sundae pulled Callira into her. “Callira, I would love to be your mommy. It would mean the world to me because I love you.”
My breath released to let my smile surface. This was something that I knew would eventually happen, but I didn’t think so soon. Iesha’s actions sped up the timeline drastically.
Callira threw her arms around Sundae’s neck. They hugged each other tightly. There was a wide smile on my daughter’s face when she pulled back from the hug. “Okay, Iesha still has to be my mommy. You can be my good mommy and she’s my bad.”
I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. Kids didn’t give a fuck about the shit they said. The thing about that was, most of the time, they spoke the truth.
Time For Court . . .
This past week and a half had been a little bit of heaven and hell. Iesha’s ass was on her good harassment bullshit. Her doing all the extra bullshit solidified that she didn’t truly want visitation. She just wanted to get on my fucking nerves.
From the fight at Brilliant Minds, Iesha was charged with simple assault and child endangerment which was a pending case.
My mother and Sundae accompanied me to court.
Iesha rolled in there inappropriately dressed, but I expected nothing more.
She wore a pair of spandex leggings and sneakers with a fitted crop top.
She had the decency to wear a jacket over it.
When the judge asked her why she was dressed in that manner for court, the ditzy broad gave the most asinine response.
“I was at the gym working out with my personal trainer right before I came here. You know I got to keep this body right.”
My lawyer dropped her head. I could only assume that she was embarrassed for Iesha. Judge Hutchinson just tittered and shook her head before she moved on. “Mr. Wick, it says here that you have hindered visitation of your daughter with her mother. Is that true?”
Attorney Ducks cleared her throat. “Your honor, my client by definition has hindered visitation; however, it was with good reason to protect the welfare and safety of the child. That is what is most important to my client.”
“That’s bullshit!” Like the out of turn female she was, Iesha blurted. “He didn’t need to protect the welfare of shit. I would never hurt my daughter. I love her.”