Forever His Princess

-three-

AMARI ROUSSEAU

"Let me see your face." I said to Ant as I sat in the car. I pushed his blonde curls out of his face to look at him properly. Both of us looked like our maman so we looked similar, only Antoine's lightskin and has blonde curls.

"Why were you taking so long to come back?"

"No reason, now turn to face me. Let me look at you." I tilted his head, only seeing the small cut on his lip. "Lift up your top."

"No, I'm fine, he didn't hit me anywhere else. Besides, he got like one good hit on me, Mar, I'm fine."

"What did he look like?"

"Ten times worse, he'll have bruises for days." Antoine laughed.

"That's my boy." I said, tapping his cheek.

—

We got home not long after and I rang Olivia. "What's up, Mar?"

"Come over to mine when you're ready, we'll get an Uber from my place to the club." I said, knowing we wouldn't be sober enough when we were leaving the club to drive ourself home.

"Ok, what happened with Ant, was everything ok?"

"Long story, I'll explain when you get here. I have some other stuff to tell you too."

"I'll be over around 8, we can order some pizza and talk before we leave."

"I'll see you in a bit then." I said before hanging up.

—

"Look at you, all flustered after someone asked you out on a date, girl, you need to get some action." Liv said as I put on my lip gloss. "When was the last time you got laid?" I looked up, trying to think of the last time. "Uh-uh, if it takes you that long to think then it wasn't recent enough. Your pussy is probably collecting cobwebs. We'll find you someone, if not we can always call Mr Jones." She said, wriggling her eyebrows, making me laugh.

"Do I look ok?" I asked. I was wearing a baby blue corset dress with silver hoop earrings and a matching necklace. I put my hair in a low puff with a side parting, leaving curls out to frame my face.

"You look pretty." She said with a smile on her face. "Now, come on the Uber is around the corner."

We went downstairs to see Papa walk in through the front door. "Antoine! Viens ici. (Come here.)" He yelled. I looked over to Antoine, who was on the couch, looking visibly scared.

"Wait, Papa, he didn't do anything wrong. I promise, he had a valid reason."

"Ugh, seriously? I spent 5 minutes trying to prepare myself and practising to give the boy a lecture without laughing."

"Sorry, Papa." I said with a laugh. "I've checked him over, he only has a cut on his lip."

"You got the other guy good though, right?" Antoine nodded proudly. "That's my son." Papa said, running over to pick him up, throwing him over his shoulder and spinning him around.

"My turn, Papi (grandpa.)" Papa picked up Manny and started spinning him around as he giggled.

"Papa, he threw up last time you did that, stop it." He put him down and he stumbled back, falling on to the couch.

"I gotta take you out for a celebratory dinner, Ant." Just to be clear we only condone violence in this family if it's because we've beaten the shit out of a racist.

"We're going, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Stay safe, call me if you need anything." I nodded and kissed him on the cheek.