Page 66 of Out of Bounds
“Stop…” she whined, and we both laughed.
“I’m fucking with you.” Exhaling, I squeezed her waist. “You’re crying because deep down inside, you know this ain’t you, Masai. A lot has happened, and you’re having a hard time sorting through your feelings. That’s valid, and it’s understandable.
“If this cat fuck with you the way you think he fuck with you, then he will wait until you’rereallyready to go down that road. If he can’t accept it, then he’s not the one.”
“I wanted it.”
“I know. I heard you say that. I’m just saying… You ain’t gotta feel compelled to do it again until you can do it and not feel contrite afterwards.”
“Does it get easier?”
“Girl, I’on know.” I snorted. “I told you, I ain’t been between nobody’s legs but yours. The last pussy I played in was Masai Dolla’s. I know you probably think I been out here deep diving in some shit.”
“You probably have.” She jabbed.
“On my kids, I haven’t. If I can’t have yours, I’on want it. I told you, I ain’t trying to move on.”
“I hear you talking.”
“Then believe me, nigga.” Letting go of her head, I grabbed her chin and tipped her head back. “You gone be good?”
She breathed softly before nodding. “I think so.”
“Aight.” Wiping her eyes with my thumb, I pecked her forehead and let my lips linger. When I pulled back, we gazed into each other’s eyes. “You know I love you, right?”
Masai nodded. “I love you too.”
“Yo’ ass better. Got me sitting up here listening to you cry ’cause you done gave my pussy up to a random-ass nigga. Make sure you tell that nigga, he better hope I’on catch him outside. I’mma dust his ass.”
“Oh my God. You’re annoying.”
“I’ll be that. Go put yo’ clothes and shit back on, with yo’ thot ass. Got my kids at the house with your mom while you in the hotel with another nigga.”
“Get out!” She pointed at the door.
“I ain’t going nowhere. We gonna leave this bitch together.” I teased. “Nawl, on the real… go get dressed. I’mma chill out here until you ready to check out.”
“Okay. Thank you for showing up.”
“I’ll always show up for you, Masai,” I told her and meant it.
My heart was aching like hell, but at least she wasn’t crying anymore. I couldn’t stop Masai from moving on if that’s what she wanted to do. Well, at least that’s what I wanted her to think. She didn’t know it, but her little boyfriend was on borrowed time. Her want for freedom wasn’t going any further than the cheap dates with ole boy and cringy flirting over the phone they’d been doing.
When the smoke cleared, I was coming for mine, and Masai was indeed mine.
“Tell me again why I brought yo’ ass along,” I fussed as we exited the mediation room.
“Shit, you needed somebody to come with you. Masai wasn’t coming!” Deuce heckled, making me throw a weak punch his way.
After weeks of going back and forth, I had finally sat down with my lawyer to get those papers filed with the courts. The first step in putting myself on child support was getting KJ legitimized. I had never heard of the procedure until I reached out to my attorney about the matter. I had papers showing that he was mine, so that helped us move forward. I was talking to Masai about it, and she was saying that because KJ was a child born out of wedlock, if anything happened to me, Ashton would basically have to fight her in court for him to get anything.
Everything that I owned was left to Masai in my will, so either way, if I died today, Ashton was going to have to seek Masai’s approval on anything monetary for KJ. I’d given instructions in my will on what she was to give my kids. So, without KJ being legitimized, if Masai wanted to be petty, she could opt out of taking care of KJ. Being that it’s not in her nature to do some petty shit like that, she urged me to get him legitimized so there would be no issues.
We got that worked out, and today was the day we had to appear. When Ashton got the papers from the court, she was pissed. I mean, she hit me up, going in on my ass. I told her when I was playing nice with her ass, she didn’t appreciate it. Now, I was going to let the courts control the situation. I don’t know what the fuck she thought was going to happen, but I had to protect myself, and more importantly, I needed to be able to spend time with my son without her supervising shit. She kept saying that the court appointment wasn’t going to go my way, and she was going to fix me.
Unfortunate for her, it didn’t go her way. I was already paying for everything that KJ needed, and my financial records proved that. The judge ended up siding with me. Since she was already receiving five thousand dollars a month, he felt that was substantial enough, and I wasn’t required to give anything extra. Our custody was ruled as joint; I got KJ every other weekend from Thursday to Sunday. She brought up the fact that I traveled out of town frequently for work. The judge didn’t care and said that anytime KJ was in my custody, I could take him anywhere I wanted and didn’t have to clear it with her. The same went with her.
I mentioned wanting to get him a passport because I wanted to give my kid out-of-the-country experiences, and the judge agreed to that as well. Both of our names were to go on the passport paperwork, which I had no issue with because she washis mother. It would remain in her possession until I needed it, and when I did, she would turn it over with no hesitation. The shit really was cut and dry, and that was all I wanted. When we made it outside the courthouse, Ashton and her attorney were standing on the steps. She took one look at me and rolled her eyes.
