by Lucinda John
For the last three years of my sentence we talked, but I could feel the disconnection. She would send me pictures, but she hadn’t been to the jail house to visit me. At first I started to stress her on it, but then it no longer bothered me. The more I had time apart from her, the more I realized that we didn’t have much in common at all. I was just comfortable with having her by my side just like my father had my mother. The thought of being a family man was something that I wanted so bad that I ended up settling. Yes, I loved Macy, but that in love shit wasn’t there like it should have been.
When I brought up us getting a divorce a few months ago, she moved back home and tried to play her part as my wife. By then, it was too late. I started denying her request to visit me. I would interact with my kids on FaceTime and talk to her on the strength of her, but that was it. Divorce was something that was still heavy on my mind. The lack of her ability to hold me down like she promised proved that she wasn’t the one for me.
“Daddy!!!” A voice squealed snatching me away from my thoughts.
“Hey, Maliah.” I smiled picking her up. I looked into her pretty brown eyes and saw my genes strong in her. My twins were all me whereas Mace looked more like Macy.
“Where is mommy?” I asked walking with her through the house.
“She’s giving Mace a bath. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home daddy.” she pouted poking out her lips.
“It was supposed to be a surprise baby.” I ran my fingers through her neat braids that were in a design going to the side with gold hair clips attached to them.
“Where is Mariah?”
“She’s in the timeout room.”
“What did she do?”
“She called me a bitch.” Maliah replied before covering her mouth due to the bad word she just said.
“That’s not nice.” I replied clenching my jaw.
“Yes, that’s why mommy said she has to sit in the timeout room and write me an apology letter.” Maliah went on to say.
“Let’s go check on her.” I said walking through my newly renovated house.
When Macy moved out, I had a few contractors come in and renovated everything to the kids and Macy liking. I also had my brothers have me a six- bedroom, six bathrooms, two- story family home built from the ground for me. That house was what I planned on sharing with my true wife and soul mate. Macy wasn’t it, and it was pointless for us to waste time staying tied down to one another.
When I walked in the twins’ room I was proud at how Macy decorated it. The huge room was done in a pretty in pink princess theme which had a hint of purple and lime green that tied everything together. The paintings of the different Disney princesses on the walls were done to perfection. Macy had an infatuation with painting; so, I was convinced that this was all of her beautiful work.
“Mariah baby,” I said from the doorway causing Mariah to jump out of her seat and run my way.
“Hey, daddy!! Are you home now for good?” she asked displaying her two missing top teeth.
“Yes, daddy is here to stay.” I replied.
“Good because I was sick and tired of missing you.” she frowned causing my heart to melt.
“And I was sick and tired of missing you and your sister.” I replied reaching down to pick her up.
“Listen, Maliah told me what you said, and I just want to tell you that using bad words towards your sister and anyone else is not cool. Ok?”
“Ok daddy. I promise not to do it again if you get me out of timeout.” she replied with a puppy dog face.
“This is the time out room?” I asked looking around at all the stuffed animals and toys that were scattered around. This room looked a little too fun to be considered a punishment room.
“No daddy, this is our bedroom silly. The timeout room is next door.” Maliah replied.
“Why weren’t you in the timeout room like your mother asked you to be?” I scolded Mariah.
“B…B…Because I had to find my princess pencil that one writes better.” she whispered.
“This time I won’t tell mommy, but next time daddy is going to be upset with you ok.”
“Ok. Oooohhhh daddy can we go get ice cream?” Mariah asked changing the subject.
“How about we go to grandma’s house and eat birthday cake.” I suggested.
“Why would we eat birthday cake at grandma’s house?” Mariah asked confused. “Is it grandma’s birthday?”
“No silly it’s my birthday.” I replied.
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!” Maliah dramatically screamed with both of her tiny hands placed on the side of her face.
“But we don’t have a present for you, daddy.” Maliah frowned.
“It’s ok baby girls, coming home to your pretty faces is the best gift ever.”
“You promise?” they asked in unison.
“I promise. Find a pretty dress to wear so you little ladies can be my date.” I replied kissing them both on the cheeks.
“Mommy said dating is for big girls.” Maliah giggled.
“And she’s right.” I replied initiating a tickling war.
I had to admit Macy was doing a great job at raising my kids, which even earned her some cool points with me. My daughters looked well kept, they were respectful, and smart as hell. I loved how she put my money to good use and made sure our kids were straight.
I wished we could be the family we planned on being, but the nagging feeling in my heart reminded me that it couldn’t work. She couldn’t handle being married to a boss. She didn’t possess that hold you down rawness that my mother had.
I watched my daughters rummage through their mini-sized walk in closet in search for something to wear before I walked out of their room in search of my son. This would be my first time holding him, and I was excited to see my little nigga. He was the heir to my throne. The one I would pass everything down to like my father did to me.
“Oh shit you scared me.” Macy screamed as I walked into Mace’s room.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked watching how cranky he was.
“He has an ear infection and won’t take a nap.” she replied sounding stressed.
I looked down at my two- year- old son and my heart melted. He looked just like his mother, with a hint of his sisters. He was twirling in his mother’s arms fussing, but the moment I touched him he calmed down. He looked at me with wide eyes before he eventually got comfortable in my arms. It was as if he knew daddy was coming home to him.
Holding my son in my arms for the first time was an amazing feeling. I almost reached over and slapped the shit out of Macy for keeping him away from me. This wasn’t the way I was supposed to meet my first son. The more he clung onto my neck, the more I started hating Macy. I didn’t have proof, but I had a strong feeling that she was messing around on me. Why else would she just up and leave my family when we were the only ones that had her back?
“I thought you were getting out next week. Why didn’t anyone tell me your release day was today?” Macy said rubbing her fingers through her wild mane. I could tell that she hated me catching her off guard with her looks, but I didn’t care. Macy was beautiful even with her hair all over her head, ashy kneecaps, with cold in the corner of her eyes.
Although I was amazed by her beauty, that wasn’t enough for me to keep her around. Looks faded, but love is what would keep a relationship alive until death. Standing in front of my wife, my heart didn’t skip a beat like it usually did. I didn’t have the desire to kiss her lips, nor did I feel the need to stay in the same room with her.
With my son in tow, I walked out of his room and entered the one that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life in with my wife. When I walked into our room, I noticed how she changed everything around. Our wedding pictures were replaced with a wide variety of her paintings. I was hurt, but instead of speaking on it, I laid on the bed with my son pulling him onto my chest.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Macy said walking into the room.
“Not now Macy, d
on’t you see me bonding with my son for the first fucking time.” I snapped in a low but harsh whisper.
Instead of replying she walked out of the room, and I was glad she did. I knew eventually we would have to talk shit out but for now, I just wanted to bond with my son for the first time . I ran my hands through his wild curly hair and was confused at the texture. My daughters had straight thick hair. Macy had fine long hair. The fact that his hair was curly had me feeling a type of way. I didn’t want to question him being mine, but I wasn’t going to front like the thought wasn’t heavy on my mind.
Once Mace was asleep, I went to his superhero themed room, and laid him on his Spider-Man twin sized bed. The minute I returned to the room, Macy was now on the bed looking beautiful dressed in nothing but a silk robe and pumps. I wanted to fight, but the fact that I hadn’t had good pussy in three years had me pushing all of my ill feelings to the side.
“You know you want this daddy.” she purred placing a manicured finger in her mouth.
Walking over to the door, I closed and locked it then walked over to where she was. I stripped down out of my clothes and climbed on top of her. Even after giving birth to three kids her body was still in shape. I was attracted to women with meat, cushion, something to pull and tug on while you were hitting it deep. Without kissing or caressing her body, I slid my dick deep in her and buried my face in the crook of her neck.
“Ahhhhh.” she cried out as I thrust in and out of her.
“Fuck me right there daddy!!! Oh… My… YESSSSSS!!!”
Although her pussy was feeling good, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of allowing her to hear me moan. I didn’t want sex to feel personal so she wouldn’t get any crazy thoughts of us making our marriage work. As I drilled in and out of her hole, I didn’t feel the desire to fuck her like I have in the past. Now sex between us was just a mission for me to get my rocks off. Yes, the pussy was good as her wetness coated my dick and dripped down my stomach, but that was it. I didn’t feel like I was fucking my wife. A woman that I was in love with; it felt more like me fucking a jump off.
When I was close to my nut, I pulled my dick out and placed it to the opening of her mouth. Opening wide she accepted my wood and started sucking every single inch I dropped down her throat. Grabbing the back of her head, I forcefully fucked her mouth until my nut was running down her throat. I wasn’t sure if she caught her nut, but at this point I didn’t care. I got mine off, and I was ready to enjoy the rest of my night with family celebrating my birthday. A birthday my own wife didn’t feel the need to wish me a happy one.
“That’s it?” she asked as I got up and walked to my closet.
I didn’t have much of anything up- to- date here. If my wife was a good woman she would have made sure to add to my wardrobe collection while I was away. I didn’t mind because my brothers were on top of things. Aside from the family house I had in the works, I also had them purchase me a four- bedroom condo, which is where I was going to be staying. My brothers made sure to have my cars lined up, my place furnished, and my closet laced without me having to tell them. That’s the type of loyalty I wished Macy had, but that was only wishful thinking.
“Mayhem, I know you hear me talking to you.” she snapped.
“Didn’t I tell you this was a wrap? I told you I wanted a divorce. I didn’t ask for you to return home.” I replied.
“A divorce; Mayhem don’t be silly.”
“Yes, a fucking divorce. What the fuck I look like being with a bitch that couldn’t hold me down. Even if you did get fucked behind my back the least you could have done was be there for me. Do you know how hard it was for me to hear you say you couldn’t deal with the stress, and that you were moving to New York with your moms? That was a fucking blow to my heart and my mother’s considering she put everything on hold to help you with the kids. All you had to do was be my fucking rock in my time of need, and you couldn’t do that!” I snapped.
“Mayhem, everything was just too much. I needed time to deal, and I just couldn’t sit in this house without you knowing that I had to wake up in this bed every day and not see your face.” she cried.
“Even if you did leave to clear your head but for three years? You are my wife, and you left me for that long. You didn’t even bring my son to come see me. I had to FaceTime my fucking kids because you couldn’t be strong! Weak ass!”
“I didn’t want the kids to see you like….”
“Bullshit Macy! There is a lot of father’s in prison whose baby mama’s, wife, etcetera brought their kids out to see them. Not only did you keep my kids from me, you stayed away from me. All this fucking money I left you. All the money that I sent to you and you couldn’t hop on a plane and come see me? I had to jack my dick because my wife was too weak to hold me down!”
“You’re not being fair Mayhem. You’re making it seem like I ceased all communication with you. I did call you every night, send you pictures, and make sure you video chatted with the kids each night.” she argued.
“If you were just my baby mama or even my girlfriend that would have been acceptable, but you are my fucking wife! The woman I gave my last name to. You did a fucked up job for holding me down. Before I walked down that fucking aisle to that sixty- eight thousand dollar wedding we had, I asked you would you be able to handle a nigga like me through the good and the bad and you told me yeah. You made me believe I was marrying a real chick when in fact I got a weak one instead. Thank you for giving me that time to see the real you. Thank you for letting me understand that you ain’t the one for me. I put a ring on your ass by default. My real wife is out there somewhere, and I need your ass to sign those fucking papers so I can find her!” I snapped.
“Mayhem…”
“Shut the fuck up Macy I’m done talking! I’m done. Let me enjoy my fucking birthday with the real ones that held me down.”
The look she gave let me know that she forgot that today was my birthday. Ten years of being together, and she couldn’t even remember that today was my fucking birthday. She had the number to the phone I had in my possession while in jail and not once did she tell me happy birthday. I even purposely called her to check on the kids before I came home and still nothing. A real bitch would have been up on game, ready, booty butt naked with a cake, blunt, a bottle of Remy, and a wet pussy. My sorry ass excuse of a wife wanted to sit here looking dumb in the face making me regret the day I placed those rings on her fingers.
Grabbing my clothes, I walked in the bathroom to wash away Macy’s pussy, and the residue of the prison off my skin. My heart was somewhat hurting from me having to talk to Macy the way I did, but she had to understand where the fuck I was coming from. In the streets your wife couldn’t pull a bitch ass move like that on you. If it was my mother that would have done that to my father he would have been had her ass kilt. For the sake of my children, I let her live, but I was done with her. I may fuck her from time- to- time and let her suck me up, but this marriage was dead.
*****
An hour later, I was dressed down in Gucci everything, ready to kick it, and celebrate my release day and birthday. Wearing a pair of khaki Gucci pants, a Gucci polo shirt with the web collar, a pair of leather Gucci loafers with the web, all the while smelling like Gucci Guilty Black, I was fresh to death. The thick gold Jesus piece I wore around my neck, golf ball sized diamond in each ear, and thick gold bracelet around my wrist spoke volumes when it came to my money. Thanks to my barber behind bars, my hair was freshly cut and my goatee was tapered to perfection. Running a small comb through my Rick Ross beard, I was ready to go.
“Ready girls?” I called out walking past Macy. She had a screwed up look on her face, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Why didn’t ya mama tell me about this party?” she asked with her lip turned up.
“You cross my mama once, and it ain’t shit for her to cut you off; you of all people should know that.”
“That’s fucked up. I am your wife.” she had the nerve to roll her eyes.
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“Bitch your dumb ass didn’t even know today was my birthday. I dropped dick in ya ass, and you still ain’t tell me happy birthday. Get the fuck from around me with that shit. Sit ya ass home and make sure my son is straight.” I replied checking myself out in the hallway mirror.
I was looking good as fuck I could see it all in Macy’s eyes. She was standing there eating her heart out for crossing me the way she did. I wanted to question her about Mace, of her infidelity to me, but I was too afraid of what I may do to her if she gave me an answer I didn’t like.
