“I’ll make an ass of you..”
Two Months Later
I hated freezing rain. It was the worst kind. And here I was awaiting his arrival in it. I refused to meet him at my house. Too many memories had accumulated in it.
I avoided media at all costs and crawled into a hole of seclusion. It wasn’t something bad though. I was becoming who I should have been long ago.
“Fuck!” I jumped as a hard knock sounded against my window. It was him. Letting my window down, I gave the hooded figure a simple nod.
“My bad,” peering in the backseat, he spoke as the locks switched. But King wasn’t there.
“Grab the umbrella, Brey,” I slipped up with his nickname and earned a smile from him.
“Ready?” He appeared at my doorside with one hand stuffed in his pocket and the other holding the umbrella.
Drenched, I didn’t understand the point of umbrellas if rain was still able to get on you. Nonsensical it was.
Removing our shoes and shrugging off our wet jackets, we found ourselves in the empty restaurant. Well, with the exception of staff, it was empty.
I allowed him to pull my chair out although I didn’t care for his gratitude. We were not getting any step closer to being together again. This was strictly two parents having dinner.
“The world misses you,” Aubrey said before scanning the menu as if he didn’t already know what he wanted.
“Hmph,” I chuckled at his not so cryptic words. “You or the world?”
“I can only come back to one of those,” I leered and he wasn’t too pleased as his expression dropped. “Let’s not dwell on that.”
“Don’t become some emotionless person.”
“So because I’m not in tears over your ass and doing what I should’ve done long ago I’m some emotionless robot,” I chuckled a bit bitterly. “Don’t play yourself, Aubrey. I’ll make an ass of you.”
“So this is you now, huh?”
“You get what you give.”
“And what am I gettin’?” he smirked. He was such an asshole.
I smiled at the two dimples sitting in her lower back. Back turned to me, Nicki lied half-covered in the California King. This had been our routine for the past month when it wasn’t pertaining to our child. She thought it was just “sex” but she and I knew it was much more. If it wasn’t, then her damn body and mine had me fooled.
“My goodness,” she seethed once trying to get up but my arm was wrapped around her face. “Bastard.”
I chuckled in response to her futile attempts. She’d give me hell for it swiftly.
“You keep doing the same shit. I don’t want the affection,” her head crooked my way quickly.
“Move my hands then. But if you aren’t, then stop with the front.”
“Is that so?”
“You here, right? I’m here right? So keep your ass still.”
“Fuck you, Aubrey! Don’t think you run shit because you fucked me good. We still aren’t on good terms. I still don’t like you or that bitch. Just because y’all crashed and burn does not mean we have a chance rebuilding.”
“So what we doing here?” raising up, I motioned between us. “Don’t act like you’re innocent either, Onika. You’re very flirtatious with other niggas. You’re lucky I let that shit slide. And the whole Wayne thing.”
“Fuck you!” she shouted.
“You did that already. Just cut the shit. Forget the bullshit I said months ago. I did what I did to fuck with her emotions and make an ass of out of her. I needed the world to see how contradicting she could be. So you comin’ home or what?” I ran my hand down my face.
It had been my plan all this time. I knew she and everyone else wouldn’t agree with the plan to begin with, so I just kept it to myself. The stuff I said was bogus, and at the time, Rih was just in the other room. Yes, it hurt seeing Nic hurt, but I really wanted her exposed at the time.
Not only had she pulled that crazy shit, but she was also just throwing me under the bus. Yet she was ready to hop on a jet to come to my shows. I could play along too.
“I don’t know,” she got quiet suddenly. “I kind of like being single.”
“What you mean you like being single?”
“Exactly, what I said. And then you’re throwing my flirtatious nature in my face. So maybe this break or whatever this may be is good.”
My jaw clenched as I looked on at her nonchalance and apparent seriousness.
“Kidding,” she climbed atop of me and placed kisses along my collarbone. “You’re not the only one who can joke.”
“You better get a leash on that flirting shit, Nic. I’m serious.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she smiled.
My head ached from the sunlight peering through the hotel window. The events of last night were faded memories as I turned to face Aubrey’s muscular build. I rubbed the scruff of his maintained beard and noticed a gold band adjacent to the diamond ring I’d returned to him months ago.
“Shit,” I mumbled as I tried piecing things together. It only meant one thing. We’d impulsively done what we planned on doing in the near future.
“Brey,” I shook his body but he didn’t budge. “Aubrey!”
“Shut up, Nic!” he grumbled and planted his face back into the pillow.
“Look at your ring finger,” I said. Resisting for several seconds, he finally did as told but was nonchalant of it. There was a band bigger but similar to mine.
“We’re married, so what? Take your ass back to sleep,” his arm flung over my waist.
“Yes, last night when you got drunk off your ass again, I asked you to put the ring back on. Got the gold bands I had for the real wedding. But instead, we went to a nice little chapel and made it official there.”
“So you’re happy with what we did or no? I mean we agreed on waiting but if you want to see i-,”
“Why would I be upset? I married the love of my life. Ain’t no second-guessing. I love you.”
“But what if I’m a horrible wife? I mean I don’t want things to change, Brey,” I was near tears now. “We already have had plenty of problems. What if things get worse?”
Sitting up with a groan, Aubrey gripped my hips and pulled me in front of him and wiped my tears.
“We’re good. You know how many times we’ve broken up and gotten back together. We’re straight. At the end of all this, we’re only each other’s. No status is changing that shit.”
“You promise, Brey?”
“I promise, babe.”
“I’m nervous,” I bit my nails while readying myself for the photo. The veil from what remnants of last night we kept hung to the small of my back. I sat on the sea of sheets with my back to him in nothing but my black lace panties. With my left hand placed in a way for my wedding ring to be shown.
“Ready?” Aubrey inquired.
“Yeah,” I relaxed and waited to hear the sound of the camera. “Beautiful.”
I found myself blushing at his choice words. There was no skepticism about spending the rest of my life with him. Although he sent me into a fury, Aubrey managed to make feel so good inside.
Butterflies gathered in my stomach and flew freely. I was so happy with him, and I didn’t care what events had proceeded.
“What’s the caption?” I craned my neck his way.
“Mrs.,” a smile tugged at his lips. “You know you’re married when the corny pictures begin. Everyone’s gonna be blowing our phones up too.”
“We won’t answer. This is our time.”
“I missed you,” she lied back against my chest as we sat up in the bed. Her fingers moved back and forth against my knee propped up. “Us.”
“You were talkin’ that shit though,” I kissed the back of her neck.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“No problem. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”
“Uh, can I ask you something?”
“What if I wanted to have another baby?”
“Is your body ready for that? I mean King isn’t a year yet. But I want what you want. We can have ten kids if you see fit.”
“Really? I was initially against it. But I want it all now. We can wait with our careers being busy an-,” her words were cut off by a loud knock.
“Get it,” she moved off of me and underneath the cover. I trudged taking my time to maneuver out the room and into the foyer. Getting up to the door, I looked through the peephole and saw everyone I’d been ignoring for the past two days.
“Shit,” I grumbled as I tightened the strings of my sweats.
“Fuck you!” was all said as I opened the door.
“Where’s Nic?” Court asked from behind them before they all busted in.
“In the bedroom.”
Chubbs, CJ, 40, Oliver, Mark, Future, Hush, Ryan, OB, everyone was here.
“Stop!” Nicki’s voice erupted with muffled giggles. “I’m sorry.”
“We found out from the fuckin’ Insta like we ain’t close to you niggas personally,” Hush griped with her thrown over his shoulder.
“It just happened. I don’t even remember shit. We’ll eventually have a real one.”
“We wanna throw a party,” 40 added.
“Where?” I asked, taking a seat on the little open space of the bed. They were just lounging like it was theirs.
“Shit, I don’t know.”
“Can I walk in to ‘Trophies’ on some G-shit? Or his verse on ‘Sh!t’ remix?” Nicki asked with a straight face. I started cheesing then erupted into laughs as Hush let her down. “Imma wear a mink or some shit, Brey.”
“You wildin’,” Chubbs shook his head.
“Bitch, check the numbers, I’m the one who really get it,” Nicki rapped. “Y’all better do that shit or I ain’t comin’ in. Deadass”
“Fine. What you walkin’ in to?” 40 continued.
“He’s walkin’ in with me,”
“Niggas thought I was playin’,” Onika beamed as her mink dragged against the floor.
“I wished you’d take that off. Too fuckin’ warm in here for that shit.”
“Hoes are mad,” Nicki pointed at me and flipped her hair over her shoulder to hit my chest. She was definitely feeling herself tonight.
“Yes,” she finally shrugged it off. It dropped to the balcony floor and a tight, pink dress with thin straps was revealed. “But you’ll keep your eyes on me tonight.”
My lips curved upward as she attempted to walk away but I grabbed her waist. I pressed my lips against her cheek.
“Dance with me,” she said when Party’s Muse came on.
She had me wherever she wanted.
“Let’s get lost,” I found myself thinking out loud. I was on a high as my body fell back against the bed.
“In what?” he posed. And I couldn’t exactly answer it as such.
“Everything, I suppose,” my eyes diverted to the ceiling’s mirror.
“What’s everything?” he mused rhetorically.
“Whatever we want it to be.”
“And that is?”
“Good, bad, everything.”
“So you want the bad?” his hand brushed against my arm and down to my hand. Our fingers entangled and grasped each other’s. It was a little gesture but meant so much to me. All I ever wanted was his touch, the warmth of his being.
“Everything,” I nodded. “We wouldn’t be us if there weren’t the bad times, Aubrey. I may not like them but I appreciate them. Every time we experience a bad time we grow stronger in bond and connection. No one can take you from me and vice-versa.”
“You just gotta work with me, alright? Trust me.”
“I do. I just…I guess I get a little angry with you at time. You never talk much about what’s going on inside while I wear my heart on my sleeve. We have to give each other what we’re taking.”
“Likewise. I know my rep with women but you have the eyes of many men. And I hate that shit especially when you kind of egg the shit on.”
“I just kid, I don’t want them, Aubrey.”
“Yeah, but they don’t know that.”
“So you don’t want me being friends with them or what?”
“Do you, but don’t do something you wouldn’t want me doing.”
One hand stayed in the air while the other gripped the red solo cup. I was a little buzzed but well aware of how to behave. And honestly at this point, I couldn’t care about her being here. She had already lost to me.
This was something she couldn’t take away. And for a moment, I felt for her. But once I recollected her harmful intent, those feelings washed away quicker than they had come.
Frankly, she could take nothing that was never hers.
Her eyes zeroed in on my ring finger and back to the stage. A sly smile slid on my face every time she took time to acknowledge it. Shit, it felt beyond great because it was real, and her facial expressions were just icing on the cake.
“I’m being good,” I said to 40 as he basked in the knowing. He quickly threw an arm over my shoulder and laughed.
“As long as you know and she knows.”
I knew better but I couldn’t say the same for her. Hopefully, the night wouldn’t go awry.
“Pizza pie,” I smiled at my own box in front of me. Leaning over to peck Brey’s cheek, I giggled as the guys faked their sentiments in feminine voices.
There were so many people backstage. It felt like more than had been here before my abrupt departure.
“You drunk?” he asked.
“Nah,” I shook my head. “I got a little buzz though.”
“Pay her no mind.”
“Did you know she was coming?”
“Nah, I didn’t.”
“Well, then we’re good,” I got up from my seat on the couch. “I’ll be back.”
Navigating through the numerous people, I kept ahead to the table for the sake of my thirst. I wanted something to drink. But I guess we were both thirsty, her in more ways than one.
“You rang?” I said to Rihanna while letting my eyes scour the drink choices.
“So it’s true?” she said with uncertainty in her voice.
“I didn’t know you needed confirmation.”
“We were just together.”
“And?” I now turned to her. “I don’t think you’re willing to play yourself right now, babe. You already look desperate; don’t do this to yourself.”
“Ok,” she smirked. “You know that was gonna be me right? I coulda married him.”
“And what stopped you?” I crafted my question carefully. She began to chew on her bottom lip, hesitating to answer me promptly. “Huh? Speak up.”
“You c-,” she started but I cut her off.
“Answer my question,” I demanded but she wouldn’t. “Me. I stopped you, bitch. I’m his biggest fan. What are you? I’m the mother of his child. What are you? Most importantly, I’m his wife. What are you, Robyn? You’re no better than the next bitch off the street. You just got fame. And luckily, I’m not like other women out here because if I was your ass would’ve been beat long ago. This is the nicest it’s going to get. But keep fuckin’ with me, and I’m going to give you that awaited ass whoopin’. Get in a line like every other bitch.”
I had spoken too soon. It was too soon.
All hell broke loose swiftly. Shit had escalated. I knew Nic had been waiting for this moment but more than likely hadn’t fought without good reason.
Rih had gotten a punch or two in and a scratch here and there. But it was noting compared to what Nicki had done.
Rih’s left eye had now been painted black, and blood leaked from the pores of her face. Nicki had transformed into something otherworldly as everyone looked on. I wasn’t one to normally let women fight but this was something bound to happen.
Still, once I believed both had enough, I pulled them apart and took Nicki off into the distance.
Her monstrous nature had disappeared and she was now silent. Laying her head against the window, she sat away from me in the backseat as the driver took us back to the hotel.
The patter of raindrops was all heard throughout the vehicle. And at the moment, it was best. We needed no arguments or confrontations.
I reached for her hand and held it. When she didn’t turn me away, I knew we’d be fine.
“Don’t touch me, shit,” she hissed. Nicki huffed out of frustration when trying to find a comfortable position in the bed. Something else was obviously bothering her but she chose not to speak on it.
“Talk to me,” I encouraged.
“You fucked her,” she spoke rather than asked. “And she threw that shit at me like some damn poison. But that wasn’t even why we fought. She tried to ask me how King was and said she was sorry for keeping you from him.”
“What else needs to be said? I’m here, Aubrey. I’m going nowhere even if she keeps at it. We’re only going forward even if that means I gotta deliver a few ass beatings along the way. This thing we got is it.”
“No one else,” I told her.
“No one else, Brey.”
About time, right? :)