Missy
"Give it to me, August!" I shouted in complete frustration. As the days passed, I began to feel like I was pretty much accepted back into the family. The only problem is August, who's been holding back on me with everything. If we kissed, he'd give me small pecks. If we hugged, they were short and if it was sex, it wasn't happening. While incarcerated, August talked so much about how he couldn't wait until I got home so he could have me how he wanted and now that I'm home, he hasn't done anything.
"Missy, I'm tired. I don't feel like fuckin'. Can you just accept that?" He asked, sarcastically.
"No, I cannot. I can't just accept the fact that my husband doesn't want to have sex with me after ten years." I heard him sigh loudly. "We haven't had sex in ten years!" I shouted, becoming even more frustrated than I already had been.
"I'm sorry, Missy, but not now. I'm really just too tired fa' that right na'."
"You've been too tired ever since I got here and it's been almost three weeks since I got home. I miss you, August. I miss all of you and you're not giving it to me."
"You just spoiled." He groaned and climbed out of bed, heading into the personal bathroom. I laid back down as he closed the door and started the shower. Realizing that it was now five o'clock in the morning, I decided to brush my teeth and get my day started. When I walked in the bathroom, I heard a slapping sound and August's heavy breath. I slowly crept over to the shower and yanked the shower curtain back to see August masturbating. He jumped up in and cursed in fear.
"Wow, August. You want sex but not with your wife." I rolled my eyes and went back to what I was doing.
"Fuck, Missy!" He shouted. "That's not what it is. You taking it the wrong way."
"I'm taking it the wrong way?! There's no other way to take it!" I shouted. "I'm over it anyway." I told him in a much softer tone. I felt some type of way knowing my husband wasn't sexually interested in me. I gave up on the topic and found myself watching these senseless reality shows and a few movies I'd never seen or heard of until ten o'clock rolled around. That's when I heard the doorbell.
I hesitated to answer the door due to my fear of that dream becoming reality. But when I opened it, I seen none other than Chef Teddy carrying a case of kitchen knives and three bags of groceries. "Hello, I'm Chef Teddy, the family chef." He greeted.
"Oh, I know who you are." I said, somewhat sarcastically. "I'm Missy, The twins' and Lyric's mother." I introduced myself as I stepped aside to let him in. I followed him into the kitchen, asking what he would be preparing today.
"Oh, just a regular breakfast." He smiled before taking out some vegetables and cutting them up. Feeling like I may have been a burden while he did his job, I went back in the living room now flipping through channels since I couldn't find anything to watch.
A few minutes later, I see August slowly trudging down the stairs with all three kids marching behind him. He looked like a mother goose leading her children to safety with the way they all walked directly behind him. All of them were out of my sight once they entered the kitchen.
"Food is done!" Teddy shouted. I walked in the kitchen to grab a plate and made my way to the dining room to see the kids already chowing down on their food.
"Wow." I mumbled to myself as I sat down. The food looked great but it was something any one of us could make. Bacon, scrambled eggs, and waffles. Everything tasted wonderful so my food was gone in minutes. Prison food made me truly appreciate the food that I consume.
"And here's the quiche." Chef Teddy said as he walked in holding a pie pan.
"You guys eat quiche?" I questioned in disbelief. August was always so casual so hearing that he and the kids eat quiche is funny. The fact that he even hired a chef is still funny to me since he knows how to cook and loves to do so. Not only that, he's a very private, reserved person so it shocked me to see that he has someone outside of family coming in his home constantly.
"Yeah, the kids liked it so I ended up trying it." August replied. I rolled my eyes when he spoke.
"I was talking to the kids, but thanks." I scoffed.
"Ooh, trouble." Teddy instigated. "But this isn't any ole' quiche, Mrs. Alsina. This is Chef Teddy's famous arugula and pistachio pesto quiche." He bragged, sitting the whole dish down in front of me so I could get a good view. "Now, would you like me to cut you a piece, or are you an independent black woman who don't need no man's help?"
I bust out laughing, not expecting him to say anything of the sort. "You know what? I'm a little bit of both but right now, I'd prefer you to cut it for me. I never had this so not too much, I don't wanna end up wasting it if I don't like it."
"Are you questioning my skills, madame?"
"I have to question it when it comes to food, especially new food."
Like I said, he'd cut me a piece that wasn't too big nor too small. Teddy, August, and the kids watched me as I picked up a piece with my fork and stuffed the quiche into my mouth. I smiled in satisfaction with the taste and texture of the dish.
"Aww shit. I'm feeling this, Teddaay." I said, dragging his name out.
"Never doubt my skills." He arrogantly bowed down like he'd just put on a show. "I'll be leaving after I wash my knives." He said as he exited the dining room.
"You like ya' quiche, huh Missy?" August said with a smirk on his face.
"Yep." I said, blandly. I don't understand why he keeps speaking to me when I don't want to talk to him right now. I'm pissed about earlier and I don't feel like talking to him about this fucking quiche.
After everyone ate, I picked up all of the dirty dishes and hand washed them. "Why you ain't just put 'em inna' dishwasher? We not broke nomo', Missy. You don't gotta do that. Shit, I just ain't hiring no maid. That's just being lazy and I ain't want the kids thinkin' they ca' be lazy and have somebody doin' everything fa' them."
I didn't respond because he was getting on my nerves but in my head I was commending him for raising the kids the right way while I was gone. Over time, August's pockets got fatter and he had enough to sit back and not do anything for the rest of his life even though I knew he wouldn't want to do that. When he would tell me about the money he was getting, I was glad that the kids wouldn't need anything but I was also worried that they'd become spoiled brats. Of course August spoiled the kids, but not to the point where they would go crazy if you didn't get them something or felt like they ran the household. They were just typical kids who wanted almost whatever they seen.
"Missy, you gon' keep ignoring me 'cause of this shit? I wanna be able ta interact witchu' Missy. It's been ten long years since I seen you walking around the house in regular clothes. I can finally talk ta' you without a time limit and na' you ignoring me. I ca' see why you mad at me but baybeh, just talk ta' me. I'on wanna do this childish shit."
I turned the water off and went over to hug August tightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly and rested his head on my shoulder as he rubbed my back gently. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I don't just wanna fuck you right na'. It's been way too long fa' that."
"I'm sorry, August. I'm just scared." I confessed.
"Scared of what?"
"You already know, Aug. I'm scared that everyone has moved on from me." I said as I poked my bottom lip out.
"Thirty-three and still poking that lip out like you my big baybeh." He chuckled as he ran his thumb over my lips. "And you know ain't nobody moving on from our Luh' Miss Missy." He said, causing me to laugh at the name he gave me when we first met.
"You know betta'." He said as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Oh no! I'm not ready for more grandbabies yet!" I turned around to see my mother mugging us.
"You can't get pregnant from kissing, mom." I laughed.
"Shit, that's not what it looks like. All these damn kids." She muttered the last part under her breath.
"Mom!" I screamed in embarrassment. She raised her hands in surrender as she sashayed down to the basement.
"Fifty-three and still annoying me."
"That's ya' mama fa' you."
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I'm trying so hard to not give everything away in one chapter and just let things escalate chapter by chapter so bare with me.