It Just Happened

It just happened...

written by La Caius Ennice Reddick aka Tui De La Vega

No need to argue anymore...

You simple-ass-bitch! I thought, as I walked into what had supposed to be an empty house.
I could only look on in disbelief, as I watched the serenade of two bodies collide against each other over and over again. I guess my key hit the lock a couple of days too early, I whispered to myself. Don't say a word, I tried telling myself. But like I said, I tried, and before you know it, I blurted out-
"Is it me, or is it hot in here," in a calm but stern tone, as I leaned against the bedroom dresser.

In mid stroke, she paused; and silence took the room. She turned around from her straddled position and gave me a look of surprise and guilt.
"I'm so glad to see you're having fun," I added, with a smirk on my face, "and you know what else. . . watching two high-spirited people fucking (in my bed) gives me sort of a rush...so don't stop on my account . . . please continue." I said condescendingly and extending my hand.
The looks on their faces were priceless.

Her gentleman friend just laid there; still strapped into her, with his mouth shut, and eyes wide open. It was as if he was trying to predict my next move. "Shush . . . no apology necessary," I said, putting my finger up against my lips, "So ah, where the hell is my daughter; because apparently you two can't hear shit?"
"She . . . she's at my mother's."

"So your mom-my mother-in law-is in on this as well, huh." I sarcastically said, while gritting my teeth.
The bedroom was covered with clothes, and a majority of them still had the tags on them. I guess she wanted more than that white Louis Vuitton suitcase she'd been asking for.

She slowly got up off the man's pelvic area and wrapped herself in one of the bed sheets, leaving her gentleman friend exposed for a moment. "I don't know what to say DK . . . it just happened," she uttered, as she inched her way over to where I was standing. I wanted to slap the shit out of her ass, but then I turned my focus to the man lying bare on my Italian knitted sheets. "Look, I know we're both men and all, but I don't plan on showing you my dick nigga-get the fuck off my bed." In an instant, the man was up and ready to make a mad dash towards the door if needed. Leila grabbed my arm, attempting to apologize once again, "It just happened, it..."

"Oh okay, I can see how this could happen," I said, interrupting her and motioning around the room with my hands. "I had no fucking clue it was so easy to fall on someone's dick butt-ass naked. I didn't know shit like that happens around the world. Wow...So let me get this straight," I said, rubbing my face, "for instance . . . if I were to pop your ass in the mouth (right now) could I also say it just happened when the men in blue show up at the door? Could I simply say to them-oops, I'm sorry officers it just happened-could I? "

"I think I better leave," the man said from across the room.
I don't hit women; I never have, but I had to make her believe that I was on the verge of doing something out of character (giving the circumstances).
I grabbed Leila by the arm, "Are you seriously gonna stand there and tell me it just happened?"
"You don't have to do that," the man blurted out, as he continued to get dressed, but I don't think he meant to say that aloud because he had this look like-did I really just say that.

I laughed- "Where the fuck do you get off telling me what to do huh? Oh that's right, fucking my wife kind of gives you some authority," I said with a smirk, but then added, "If I were you, I'd be more concerned about myself," while making no facial expression at all; although my body language was giving off all kinds of signals. I clinched my fist and turned my attention back towards my wife
"So tell me again, how you just happened to come into our house and take off your shirt, bra, shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, and not once think of me? Don't you think that's too much time to give me an excuse of it just happened?"

"But it did . . ." she replied, looking down at the floor.
"And apparently, it still is, or better yet was, when I came through the fucking door!"
She began to cry, but her tears meant shit to me. "You can't even look me in the face, can you," I asked, before turning my attention to the man-whore again. "Look...before you open your mouth to write a check your ass can't cash, I suggest you get the fuck out my house..." If looks could kill, he'd be a corpse. Without saying a word, he grabbed the rest of his belongings and left. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead.

Leila raised her head, wiped her eyes and started picking up the loose clothing from off the floor. "What are you doing," I asked, before turning and going into the living room. "I was just . . ."

"Never mind the mess, you can get your shit and get out as well-oh... and leave the rings on the nightstand." I said to my wife of nine years.

"Baby no, we can work this out...I know we can," she pleaded.
"I honestly don't think so...so please-get your fucking hands off me and I'll take that."

"Bring that back," she said, referring to the jewelry box I lifted off the dresser, as I walked out.
"Leila! Just get your shit and get out; these things don't belong to you anymore. Why don't you have your friend buy you some more?"
I know my words cut her deep because she began to break down into tears again.
Huffin' and puffin', she continued to plead her case, but crying and talking at the same time sounds like jibber-jabber; besides, I couldn't care less right about now. I just stood there and looked on; partly angry, and partly sympathetic. I wanted to hold her and say it is okay baby, but then again, I was like fuck that! "Get your shit and go-I'm not playing."

After she finished packing, she came out into the living room where I was waiting to see her off.
"I guess this is it," she mumbled, as she passed me heading towards the front door.
"I'm afraid so, but who knows." I said, leaving her a little hope of reconciliation.

As she stood in the doorway looking around the room to make sure she had everything, I could hear tiny footsteps approaching in the distance. "Daddy's home!" I heard my little girl yell out, as she made a dash towards the door with her grandmother not far behind.

"Slow down princess," her nana urged her. By that time, she had already reached me.
"Daddy! When did you get back," she said jumping into my arms.
"A couple of hours ago sweetie," I said, kissing her juicy cheeks. "Hi mommy."
"Hi sweetie, does mommy get any kisses?"
"Mommy said you were coming home on Friday" she said, tugging and playing with the hair of my beard.
"Well, I came home early because I missed you guys," I said, squeezing her gently, and giving my wife an evil eye.

"Daddy, is mommy going somewhere? Mommy where are you going?" she asked, as she went over to give her momma the kisses she asked for.
"What's going on here?" Leila's mom stepped in and asked, noticing the overnight bag on her daughter's shoulder. We both stood there looking at each other as if her mom was speaking a foreign language. "Well don't you all speak at once," she added.
"Yeah . . . let's not," I said with a smirk on my face. I wanted to jump off in her ass, but I held my composure.

Her mom was at a lost for words when Leila explained what she did. To my surprise, her mom was sympathetic, but not towards Leila, but to me. I've been in situations where mothers took up for their daughters' wrongdoing. "I'm so sorry son," her mom expressed, "I know what it's like to be-"

"It's not your fault." I interrupted her and said, "You had nothing to do with it. Your daughter, my wife, should be apologizing."
"And I have DK . . . several times already." she replied with mad attitude.
"Don't you dare act indignant with me . . . telling me 'it just happened' is not an apology! You got caught in our bed, under our sheets, with a naked man and 'it just happened' is all you can come up with? Really?"
I was so pissed, that I giggled to keep from slapping the shit out of her in front of my mother-in-law and daughter.
"So . . . I see you've asked her to leave," her mom intervened and said, looking at her daughter and shaking her head in disgust.

"I have, but she's reluctant to leave without our daughter. So, this is where we are now."
"Mom, I'm not leaving without Ashley."
"And where were you planning on going Leila," her mom asked. She stood there in silence, and shrugged her shoulders.
"I want her home with me," I said, "no other man is gonna take care of my daughter. He can do for you, but as far as Ashley goes, her father has her back. So all this talk of taking her, to God knows where with you, is out of the question."
Yeah right, you must be crazy?

"You know what? I just might be, but I'm serious about the baby. I tell you what . . . tonight, she can spend the night with you, as long as it is not at some dude's house, and only if she chooses; and tomorrow, I'll come by wherever you are and pick her up. If you even think about leaving town with her, I'll hunt your ass down-believe that." Her mom didn't seem to have any complaints about the demands I made. In fact, she nodded her head in an act of agreement. "Now, if you can't respect that, then you need to be on your way out the door." I added.
I thought my demands were fair. On top of that, I was trying to avoid anymore arguing in front of the baby. But when she reached down and grabbed the baby by the arm, I lost it.

"She's staying with me and that's final," she yelled.
"Do you really think you're in a position to make demands? Who the fuck-"
Ashley started crying.

"Give me the baby," my mother-in-law insisted, but Leila wouldn't do that either. "Stay out of it momma, I got this."
"Excuse me?" her mom replied. Leila's mom was just as upset as I was, and couldn't believe her daughter was being so unreasonable, let alone ignorant.

"Shhh...it is okay baby girl," I said, trying to calm our daughter down-"Give her to me."
Leila got up in my face and pushed our baby behind her. "DK, please don't do this, I'm begging you."
"Oh okay...so now you want something from me, please. Come here, Ashley." I said, ignoring her mother's attempt to plead. "It's alright baby, come to daddy."
Ashley started inching her way around her mom, but once again, she threw her hand up to block Ashley from circling.

"Look, its obvious where our daughter wants to be right now, so let her go."
"No! She's staying with me." she insisted.
"Damn it Leila! Just get the fuck out, seriously. Don't make this harder than it already is. Mrs. Greene . . . please come and get your daughter," I said, but my words fell upon a deaf ear. At some point during the argument, her mother apparently left.

Leila turned, picked Ashley up into her arms, and ran into the den. I slammed the front door that was still ajar and went after her. "Look, I'm not fucking playing with you."

During this whole ordeal, neither of us had realized that the issue of infidelity or adultery had been overshadowed by parental ownership.

Mommy, Daddy! Ashley cried out.
"Put her down gadammit!" I yelled, as Ashley screamed at the top of her lungs.
Leila backed up, and wedged herself and the baby against the wall near the fireplace. I grabbed a hold of her arm, and in a brief tug-of-war, we managed to knock a family portrait off the mantle.

"Get your fucking hands off me! You're gonna make me drop her DK," she screamed. The picture hit the floor and the glass shattered.
The more she struggled; the tighter I squeezed and yanked. "Let-her-go," I said.
"No, no, no."

Back and forth, back and forth, we wrestled with one another.
And in one smooth motion, she swung around, and knocked me to the floor. And suddenly there was silence.
"Oh My God!" I cried, as I looked up into her arms.
The corner of the mantle was drenched with blood, and Ashley was silent.
In an instant . . . it was all over.