I looked at her outstretched hand, at her lovely face covered in makeup and then at Sean. I didn’t make a move to touch her. Wife? What the fuck?! My mind went back to the photo sent to me so many years ago, I saw the same smile, the same eyes and perfectly sculpted facial features. Cleo remain calm, remain calm. Why the fuck was she in my child’s hospital room?! All sorts of thoughts rushed to my mind. But the thought at the forefront was that Jazmine was in this room and she was looking from me to Sean. The Latina, Vanessa reeked of money from her head to her well manicured fingers to the pointy toes of her designer stilettos. The hand she had extended fell to her side and she angled her body toward Sean placing a possessive hand on his chest.
Is she bombo raasclaat kidding me? I was screaming in my head. Did this mother fucker see my child in this hospital bed? I called on my inner zen, the one I perfected after Sean’s disappearance, that worked quite effectively in court.
I couldn’t read Sean’s expression, I could only see the hardness in his eyes as he looked at me. I willed myself to keep my poker face and so I stared in her face blankly. “I wasn’t aware this was a meet and greet area, Sean,” I said directly to him but my gaze was on the Latina, Vanessa. “I’m going to ask you both to leave my daughter’s room, please.” I said this coolly and without batting a lash.
Sean looked at me with a pleading look. Maybe it was a plea to not cause a scene or a plea for understanding. I don’t know what it was, but my poker face was so firmly intact my name could very well be ‘Wednesday’ from ‘The Adam’s Family’.
“Well, I guess playtime is over Sean,” she said smoothly in her America/Latino accent. She was obviously not used to being ignored. “You came, you saw, and I’m sure there is no doubt in your mind that this bastard child is yours. I can now see why you decided to come see her for yourself in spite of the pictures the private investigator showed you,”she continued. “I hope we won’t get any, as you people say, ‘baby mama drama’ from her.” Her imperiousness and lack of tact knew no bounds and it was obvious that she was used to being the center of attention.
I was this close to losing my control, but I have never cursed in front of Jazmine. Jab at me all you want, but how fucking dare you talk about my baby. I clutched the bag of food more tightly trying to control the rage that was building in me. Sean must have sensed the change in me and put his hand on the small of Vanessa’s back to usher her out of the room. She had a smug smile on her face at his tender gesture toward her. He never said anything and maybe that was what struck me more forcefully. That, and the lost look on Jazmine’s face when he left without saying goodbye.
“Mommy, daddy left without saying goodbye,”Jazmine stated dejectedly. I could see her little mind working overtime trying to decipher what just happened.
“It’s ok baby. He had to leave.” I was trying my hardest to keep my mask in place. My movements became very robotic. I was still clutching the food bag like a lifeline when I sat on the bed and Jazmine crawled into my lap. I placed the food on the side table and hugged her to me. She buried her face into my chest and her tears soaked through my blouse. This was a feeling I couldn’t describe. I swallowed several times to hold my tears at bay. The thing that I feared the most had come to pass. I could take care of myself, but I couldn’t handle that lost dejected look Jazmine had when Sean walked out. How could he?! “It’s going to be ok, baby.” I said softly.
“Mommy, what’s a bastard?” She sat back and asked as she brushed tears from her eyes.
“Baby, that’s not a word you need to know, ok.” I said looking in her tear stained baby face. In my mind I was screaming all the insults I could think of at Sean. She nodded reluctantly. She was smart and curious; and she knew that word was not a nice word. “I want to go home, mommy,” she said softly.
“I know baby. Come here,” I hugged her to my chest again and kissed her hair. “I think you’ll be able to go home soon,” I said in her hair.
“Mommy you’re shaking,” Jaz said looking up at me through her tears. I was fucking livid. Sean allowed that bloodclaat gal fi come inna my pickni room and insult har! But I was master of my emotions, Jazmine should never see me in a state of extreme anger. She sensed the tension in me. I was trying so hard to hold it together.
“Mommy’s ok, baby,” I said quietly. I know she wasn’t stupid, she knew something was going on. She hugged me even tighter around my waist.
As if sent by an angel of mercy Dr. Ranger knocked on the door and walked in at that moment. “Hey why are you crying happy girl?” He asked Jaz using the name he gave her because she was always so happy and bubbly, never grumpy.
“She wants to go home.” I said flatly. Jazmine kept her face buried in my chest.
“Well I’m here to give you good news!’ He said excitedly unaware of the turmoil both mother and daughter was going through. “I need to check your bandages and then you can go home with mommy and daddy.” He looked around, I guess for the first time realizing that the beast was not in the room.
“Where’s Dr. Miller, Cleo?” Maybe this was the first time he looked directly at me since Sean told him to keep his eyes to himself.
I gave him the blank look. “He’s not here right now.” I said flatly.
He checked Jaz’s bandages and gave me a script for pain meds in case she needed it and gave Jaz the all clear to go home.
Jaz was not as happy as he expected so he asked, “Is everything ok, Cleo?”
“Everything is fine, Dr. Ranger. Maybe Jaz is just a little tired.”
“And what about you?” He prodded.
“I’m definitely very tired,” I said. He smiled kindly. I know he was still attracted to me. I sensed he wanted to say more but was afraid, so instead he bid us goodbye and left. I toyed a little with the idea of fucking him just to get back at Sean but I know that would be a royal waste of my time. I just needed to get my baby away from the hospital and back to the life she knew free from all complications.
The look of hurt and rejection in Jazmine’s eyes was too much. I don’t know what Sean’s intentions toward her were. I don’t know if he intended to stay in Jamaica or if he was going back to whatever hole he was hiding in,but I Just knew I couldn’t let him near her again . She’s a baby! Why in hell would he even allow that woman near Jazmine?! My thoughts were a mess.
I knew I should have done more to protect Jaz, but I was too caught up in Sean and what he was doing to me. I probably toyed with the fantasy of us being together like a real family. He had already stated his claim on us. I should have known better than to get involved with him, but my body betrayed my heart at every turn. I wanted to take Jazmine and run but to where? His possessive ass would find us wherever we went. That woman though! Who the fuck did she think she was?! Baby mama drama she said! I wanted to find her and slap the make-up off her face. She not only insulted me, but also my child to her face! My mommy instincts would have triggered my reflex to punch the words back down her throat, but I need to be a good influence for Jazmine to follow. Too many Jamaican mothers fight and curse in front of their children thus damaging their self esteem and self worth; allowing the children to believe that it was ok to fight and behave like a virago even when it wasn’t warranted. Too many of us mothers throw darts at our children using the venom from the toxic relationship we have with their fathers.
Jazmine should be a better version of me. She should not have issues with loving someone wholeheartedly because she’s never experienced the unconditional love that a parent has for their child. I don’t care what Sean wanted to do with my heart but I will protect my child’s heart at all costs.
“Do you think he’s coming back mommy?” Jazmine’s small voice brought me back to her. We were sitting in the living room. She was in my lap as she watched her favorite tv show. She was a little more comfortable in her own home. Pat promised to bring her pizza to celebrate her being home. I didn’t tell Pat what happened, I just told her that Jazmine was going home.
“I don’t know, baby” I told her honestly. I knew she was asking about her father and it pulled at my heart. He disappeared on me before and I knew what that was like. I was so afraid what it would do to Jazmine. “Do you want him to come back?” I asked her.
“Yes, I do,” she answered quickly nodding her head.
“What if he doesn’t Jaz?” I asked her cautiously because I didn’t want her to be upset.
“He will,” she said simply as if she knew for a fact. “He told me that me and you are his world and we are the only thing that matters,” she continued. Tears pooled in my eyes and I was happy Jaz’s back was to me so she couldn’t see. “I don’t know what that means. Do you know what that means mommy?” She asked ignorant to my warring emotions. I was so angry earlier today, I called a judge that worked closely with my firm and asked him to get me a restraining order. Luckily I didn’t add Sean’s name to that court order because Jaz would have been more than disappointed that I blocked him from coming back if he tried.
“No, I don’t Jaz.” I really didn’t.
Pat rushed through the front door pizza in hand at that moment and I was never more happy to see her.
“Jazzy Wazzy!”
“Aunty Pat!” Jaz smiled broadly forgetting the conversation she was having mere moments ago. Her favorite real life toy was in the house. She gingerly got up and walked to Pat hugging her.
“Give Aunty some sugar,” Pat said. And Jazmine reigned kisses all over her face.
“Pat are you in a hurry to leave?” I got up suddenly and asked her.
“No. Actually I was gonna stay with you guys a couple of nights since Chris is traveling. Will Sean be staying here?”
“Great! Watch Jaz for me there’s something I need to do.” I said ignoring her question about Sean.
“What’s going on C?”
“Nothing,” I said to her and to Jaz, “Baby, I’ll be back, soon ok.”
“Ok.” She was distracted by the things Pat had in her hand.
I grabbed my keys and purse, not bothering to change the thigh length jeans shorts and Marcus Garvey T-shirt and my hair that was in a messy bun a the nape of my neck. I started the car and drove like a crazy person across Kingston. I pulled into Sean’s driveway. His Range was parked in the usual spot but there was a red Mercedes next to it. I tried not to think about what they were possibly doing in the house, the same house I spent so many days and nights and in which Sean did things unspeakable to me. ‘Cleo, you are here for Jaz, just go in, say your piece and leave,’ I spoke to myself.
I walked up to the door, not knowing exactly what I was going to say but knowing only the pure dark rage that was boiling in a cauldron in the pit of my stomach. I could hear talking in the house as I approached the door, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. When Sean flew the door open a few seconds later he couldn’t mask his shock at seeing me. He was wearing his usual all black. I couldn’t help my body’s reaction to him. He was a flawed masterpiece. He did shit, yet he was perfect. I knew I couldn’t have him and luckily I wasn’t there for him.
“I’m here to see your wife,” I said and before he could respond I slipped pass him and walked into the den envelope in hand. It’s funny that I’ve been in this house so many times and I did so many unspeakable things in these rooms, but I’ve never actually seen them. There was a huge mock fire place in the center of the main wall in the den and there were shelves with various pieces of sculpt art sitting on them. The walls were adorned with master pieces from the great Barrington Watson, David Pottinger, even Albert Huie. Interesting, I thought.
Vanessa walked into the den just when I was about to go in search of her. She was wearing the same pink and black dress from earlier and had the same haughty air, make-up perfectly in place.
“Oh,” she said in shock when she saw me, her eye widening.
“Woman, I don’t give a fuck who you are, where you’re from or whose child you are, don’t you ever bombo raasclaat come near my child again.” I was speaking calmly. I’m sure she did not understand every single word I said, but I’m sure she got the gist because she let out a small gasp of maybe surprise or fear, I don’t know.
“I don’t know you and you don’t know me, what gave you the mother fucking bloodclaat right fi walk come up inna my baby’s hospital room and insult her?!” My voice began to rise and I took one step closer to her and she took a step back her eyes widening more. She probably thought I was a pushover because I didn’t say anything to her in Jazmine’s room. “You called my child a bomboclaat bastard?! Weh the fuck you and yu man did deh when I was struggling to keep her alive? Mi did come beg you or him nuttn? Woman, any bombo raasclaat hole yu crawl outta yu better take yourself right back inna that pussyclaat if you know wah good fi yu!” My small body was shaking with rage as I remember the hurt on Jaz’s little face.
“Sean, what is she saying?” Now, she looked even more frightened as she took her eyes off me for a split second to look to him for help.
Sean’s face was the ultimate mask. He gave nothing away and he said nothing as he leaned one shoulder against a wall and folded his arms across his massive chest.
“I know you’re having an affair with my husband like a nasty whore!” Vanessa spat. She found some courage after all.
“An affair?” I asked as a mirthless laugh bubbled up and escaped my lips. “Is that what you think? Woman let me be real with you. Yu husband can fuck! I’m addicted to his dick, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue, his hands and his fucking fingers. If I were you I’d be extra careful where I sit and what I touch in this house. There is not a raasclaat surface in this entire bloodclaat house that he hasn’t fucked me on or against!” At this revelation she started looking around her frantically all the blood draining from her face.
“Anything you need clarified, I suggest you consult with your husband.” I threw the envelope with the court order in her face. “Again, stay away from mi bloodclaat pickni! You are served bombohole!” At that I turned and walked away from her.
“Are you just going to stand there and allow her to talk to me like that, Sean?!” She shouted at him.
Sean was in the same position, his eyes never leaving mine as I walked away. When I reached him I stopped and looked into his eyes, eyes that could see into the depths of my soul, “A private investigator? Really? Stay the fuck away from me and my child!” I spat and as I was walking away he grabbed my arm and pulled me roughly to him and his mouth descended hard on mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth and his teeth gently nipped my bottom lip then he sucked at the spot. I didn’t have to return his kiss, he was content nibbling and sucking at my lips. Somewhere in the shock and fog in my mind I was reminded that his WIFE was standing there and I pulled away from him. Who did he think he was?! Was this mother fucker turned on by my anger?! I pulled away from him and ran out slamming the door behind me.
I was so enraged my body was shaking when I got in my car. I placed my hands and head on the steering wheel and allowed myself to cry for the first time since the incident. The hurt on Jazmine’s face was all I could see. By the time I got home, Pat and Jazmine were both curled up in my bed sleeping. I smiled, shook my head at these two peas in a pod and climbed in beside Jazmine hugging her little body closely. This brought me back to the days when the three of us shared a bed when Jaz was younger and we were still in school.
“Mommy!” I heard Jazmine shouting through my grogginess. I was exhausted emotionally and physically. I missed sleeping in my bed.
“Yes baby? Are you ok?” I asked sleepily as I opened my eyes. Her small face was directly in my face, forehead to forehead and I was staring into Sean’s eyes.
“Mommy, I told you he would come back!” She said excitedly and immediately my brain registered who she was referring to. “And the lady is with him too!” Jazmine continued.
“What?!” I shouted and frightened Jaz. She recoiled and her eyes widened. “I’m sorry baby. That was not for you. Come here and give me a kiss.” She smiled and kissed my lips. “I’ll be there soon ok. I’m gonna shower and stuff” I peeked at my bedside clock, it was past 12 noon. Jaz had already showered and was dressed in a shorts and t-shirt and her hair in pigtails. “Thank you, Pat,” I breathed.
I sprang out of bed and rushed to the bathroom as Jazmine made her way back downstairs. I took the quickest shower I could and dressed in white thigh length shorts and a yellow tube top and I left my hair hanging wet and curly around my face and done my back. I made my way down the stairs of my three bedroom town house. Pat was by the kitchen aisle, Sean was sitting on the sofa with Jazmine in his lap and Vanessa was sitting in the single sofa watching Sean and Jazmine under her lashes. My house was not as huge and extravagant as Sean’s but it was simple and welcoming with warm, bright colors chosen by Jaz.
“You do know that the papers I served you last night are legally binding and can land you in jail, right?” I said calmly addressing Vanessa when I reached the bottom of the stairs.
“I know I’m breaking the law by coming here, but I need to apologize and to tell you something personally,” she started speaking quietly.
I’m sure Pat didn’t want to miss this but she also knew that Jazmine should not be in this space right now.
“Jazzy, let’s go to Dairy Queen. What do you say?” Pat said to her. Jazmine was way too perceptive. She looked from me to her father, then to the lady and was hesitant.
Her father whispered something to her and she smiled then looked at me and I said, “Jaz, go with Aunty, mommy will be ok,” I said.
“Ok, mommy.” She walked over and kissed me then she left with Pat.
The second the door closed, my eyes froze over and I was ‘Wednesday’ as I looked from Vanessa to Sean. “I’m not thrilled about the idea of either of you in my house or around my child. I need you to say what you have to say and leave before what little patience I have wears thin.”
“Cleopatra, I owe you an apology. I was wrong to show up at the hospital or even to approach you any at all. Sean and I are divorced. We were married for a short time but I knew he didn’t really want me. My mother was the one who ordered the private detective to find out who you were. You were hard to track down as you were not in Jamaica as we thought, but he eventually found you.” Vanessa took a deep breath and continued. “When I saw the picture of your little girl, I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe the striking resemblance the child bore to Sean, and I was angry. I was angry at him for loving you and not me. I was angry because I tried many ways to have a child with him and nothing happened. I kept up the appearance for as long as I could but it became more and more obvious his resentment for me and my family.”
Wait, he loved me? He was trying to have a child with her? I had questions but I kept my emotions in check.
“We got married because it was a deal between our fathers. My father was senator and Sean’s father wanted to go into politics after retirement, hence, the photo from the New York Times headline page sent to you by my mother. The stories written about us in the papers were all orchestrated. My mother had a private investigator watching Sean the entire time. She didn’t want any fuck ups when it was time for us to get married. I didn’t send the photo to you, because I didn’t think you were that big of a threat. I thought I was the whole package and Sean would be stupid not to want me. My mother, however, was not so sure, so she made sure that you would be completely out of the picture when she sent you that photo. We were happy when you didn’t try to find him.” I continued to stare at her while Sean stared at me. She was wearing a white pant suit with a rose pink camisole and rose pink stilettos, her long hair hung down her back and her makeup was on point as expected. She was stunning.
“Sean’s father was not pleased with his hobby in the music industry and neither was my family or I. He was supposed to be head Psychiatrist at Yale University Hospital, the two things were like water and oil. And it would not give a good impression in our circle. His role was to take over from his father. His father convinced him that it was a waste of all the money he spent to send him to medical school; so he acquiesced and took up his role at Yale. I was beyond happy that my husband to be held such a high position.
The minute we were married, I knew it was a mistake. I knew he would never love me the way he loved you. His resentment toward his own family, me and my family grew with each passing day. He gave up the practice at Yale to his younger brother. We haven’t been together for years now. When I heard he came back to Jamaica I was angry because I knew that once he found you and he saw how much your child looked like him he would love you even more. I’ve hated you for years, because I think you ruined my marriage before it even started. It didn’t even have a fighting chance.” She took a deep breath and continued.
“To be honest, I thought you were an easy target when you didn’t respond to me at the hospital. In retrospect, I see that I underestimated you; you were really trying to protect your daughter. I also realized there was something real between the two of you when I saw the way he looked at you and your daughter and when he kissed you the way he did last night. All I ever got out of him was the rare obligatory once in a blue moon fuck as his wife.”
The image of Sean having sex with her popped unwarranted into my mind. It was not something I wanted in my mind’s eye.
“I fucked his younger brother while we were together to get back at him, but it never changed anything. He was not moved. He mumbles your fucking name in his sleep at nights. Cleopatra, you have no idea how I’ve hated you all those years.”
I stared at her for a while. I didn’t look in Sean’s direction but I could feel his eyes on me,“Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because…” she sighed. “What’s the point of anything anymore?! I want him and I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of and nothing has worked!” I stared at her. “Plus, he threatened to go to the tabloids with the full story of our so called love marriage. That would ruin my family,” she said embarrassed. The more she revealed what happened, the more the puzzle pieces fell into place.
“So, that’s it. That’s the story. I’m sorry about what I said about your baby. Essentially we’re not married, it’s your fault and I basically hate you. I think I should go now before you decide to put me in jail.” She got up and walked out, just like that, in true diva form.
Sean hadn’t said anything the entire time, he kept watching me. When she walked out, he continued to watch me.
“Ok then! That was some fucked up shit” I said when she left.
I looked at him seriously, “You could have called. You have no idea the fucking hell you put me/us through!”
He stood. Today he was wearing brown jeans and black v neck t-shirt with brown boots. He walked to me and ran the back of his hand up and down the side of my face. His signature scent coupled with his touch sent shivers through my body that culminated right where I wanted him to touch me most. He didn’t respond to my accusation. He lifted me as if I was Jazmines weight and I wrapped my legs around him as he devoured my lips. He walked up the stairs toward my room our lips still locked.
“You are a fucking sexy piece a bloodclaat woman, you know that?!” He said harshly against my lips. “Yu make me cocky hard up pan me last night di way you talk to Vanessa. Mi hood stiff up pan mi di whole night.” We got to my room and he laid me on the bed and dragged off my shorts and panty in one motion. He threw off his shirt and I sat up and both our hands fumbled together with his belt to free his sweet stick. He stood before me as I sat on the edge of the bed naked from the waist down. He looked delicious. I held the base of his shaft and his eyes widened when he realized what I was going to do. I kissed the tip and he closed his eyes and dragged in a deep breath. My mouth covered the head of his dick as my tongue circled it. I licked the sides like a lollipop covering his length with copious amounts of saliva.
When he was nice and slippery enough I took him all in my mouth, relaxing my throat muscles so I didn’t gag. “Bomboclaaat” he groaned deep in his throat. The pleasure was more than he could bare, yet he didn’t want it to stop. He held my head as I slid his cock into the back of my throat and out, creating the perfect tempo.
“Hmmm” I moaned as I looked into his glazed eyes. “You taste like strawberry shortcake.” I smiled seductively as I continued my ministrations. The look on his face was priceless as my name left his lips so many times like a chant. He was lost when I took each of his testicle between my lips and popped them, at first individually and then together.
“Fuuuck Cleo! Come here!” He threw off my blouse and claimed my lips and hoisted one of my legs above his shoulder and not so gently entered me.
“Ahhhhh!!! Seeeeeaaaaannnnn!!!” I screamed. As his dick played basketball with my cervix. His strokes were short and deep hitting my sweet spot. As my pleasure mounted he could feel the clenching of my pussy muscles around his cock. “Don’t cum!” He said harshly in my ear. How was I supposed to stop that?
At the brink of the cliff he withdrew and turned me sideways and he started the process again, hitting the same spot from a different handle. “Don’t fucking cum, Cleo!” He breathed harshly. And again on the edge of my fall into oblivion he pulled backed pulling me back and I was now on all fours.
“Sean, please!” I begged. “Please! Give me all of you baby!” I was whimpering. “Baby wet up yu pussy! Own it! Control it like you deserve it!”
He lost all control and he slammed in and out of me. Short strokes, then long strokes, then shorter and faster. “Ok baby cum fi mi!” He said on a ragged breathed and on queue my body exploded like shooting stars in a Dark night, and he was right there with me watching the stars fall from the heavens in our equivalent of Japanese Tanabata.
As we lay in the aftermath of our explosive climax he cuddled me to him and kissed my hair.
“I love you Cleopatra. You are my world and my universe. I know I hurt you. I was wrong, dead wrong but I apologize from the depths of my soul for my mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you in any and every way that I can. Baby, I’ve loved you since the first time you came apart in my arms. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you were pregnant with Jaz, but I foolishly thought that staying away from you would have been the best thing for you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my family and that I was a psychiatric doctor. I’m sorry for every stupid thing that I’ve done and for all the stupid things I’ll do in the future. Please, give me another chance and be mine,” he pleaded softly. “When you walked into that church auditorium, it confirmed to me that there is a God. Those sessions were supposed to be done by a friend of mine, but as fate would have it his wife went into premature labour just as I came back to Jamaica, and he asked me to fill in. Talking to and helping those people was one of the most fulfilling things I’ve ever done in my life. I’m glad I did it because I had lost all hope of ever finding you again. You have no idea how much you and our baby mean to me.” He kissed my hair and temple in his usual way.
“Sean, my king, my perfectly flawed beast. There is not another man out there for me. I don’t think it’s possible to love another man the way I love you. Furthermore, your daughter would not allow another man to get close to me even if I tried. Baby, I love you from the crown of your head, through your soul, and to the souls of your feet.”
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The End
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