Happily

Chapter 4

Maggie 

Here I am sitting on the side of Jam looking around the room filled with people. The club was packed wall to wall with all kinds of people, both famous and not so famous. If you would have asked me two weeks ago that i would be in a private listening party for one of the most anticipated rap albums of the year I would have laughed at you but here I was. I did my hair, spent days finding a new outfit, got a babysitter, took off work, and allowed Jamira to drag me out of the house to the party that I mistakenly agreed to come to.

Quavo had met up with them at the door when they arrived and stayed with them until he was pulled away to go and take pictures.

"This is really amazing," jam said as she looked around the room. "Who would have thought."

"I saw it for them in high school." I spoke. She looked over at me and smiled.

"Tell him that," she pointed passed me and a turned around to lock eyes with none other than Takeoff himself. He looked like he was surprised, like he didn't expect her to even be there.

"Uh, hey," was all that I could manage to get out of my mouth. I felt Jam hit me square in the middle of the back and it was then I knew that I was on the path to making a fool out of myself.

"Hey," he replied. He looked around me and over at Jam who was now standing directly behind me. "Thanks for coming."

Then without another word he stepped around us and walked away. Quavo, who had been walking up behind him stopped to talk for a few minutes before it was time for them to get up on the stage. They went through the entire album. Everyone was singing along and having a good time and I just wanted to get out of there.

I told jam I was going to the bathroom and made my way outside. It kind of seemed like everything was kind of winding down because people were starting to migrate from the inside of the party to the parking lot. I was only stepping out to get some air and I planned on going back inside, but when I got back over to the door the security wouldn't let me back in.

"What do you mean I cant get back in? I was invited." I said to him. He kind of shrugged like there wasn't anything that he could do about it.

"The building is too close to capacity. They told us not to let anyone else in." he said.

"Right, because the building is at capacity for an event that we had to have invitations to." I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. I wasn't going to stand there and look stupid trying to argue with security to get back in.

"what you doin out here by yourself?" I was headed back to my car when a familiar voice caught my attention. This was his party so there was no reason for him to even be outside. I turned around and Kirsnick was standing there.

"I came out to get some air and they wont let me back in." I replied. "If you wanted me to leave you could have just asked."

I was only half serious, his demeanor and his conversation was very clear with the fact that he didn't want to be around me. He laughed a little. "I didn't invite you, what do I look like asking you to leave."

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Exactly." he said. "Beside, you don't need any help leaving. You're good at that."

I chewed down on my bottom lip, I knew this was coming, but I didn't think he would start this in front of an entire party of people. I know he had more to say to me when I left that day, and I knew that if I let him say it then we would have been stuck in that place forever and we wouldn't be the people we are right now.

"yeah," I tried and laugh it off like my blood wasn't boiling. "well, you know how I am.....if you go back inside and see my cousin tell her I'm in the car."

I turned around and made my way to my car. From where I sat in the car I could see him hanging around outside before disappearing back into the building. I got a text from jam a little while later saying that she was coming out. She came storming outside with her shoes in her hand going on and on about security and how fucked up they were for not letting me come back into the building and how she wasn't going to let me sit outside by myself.

I didn't tell her anything about the exchange between me and takeoff because if I did she would fuss about it the entire way home. By the time we got back to the house she was talking about how Quavo was coming by to come and get her and she needed to pack a bag. I was happy for her I really was, but part of me was a little jealous. I went into the house and let the babysitter go home, and when I got up to my room Nick was fast asleep in my bed. I took a shower and put on some pajamas.

When I got into the bed he picked his head up and looked at me. "hi mommy," he said.

"hey nick," I replied. He smiled and turned over and went back to sleep. I laid there staring at the ceiling for a long time. That was really the first time I had seen him since we broke up all those years ago and even though I had ran through this scenario in my head a million times before I was still laying here in tears.

I was laying here wondering.....

Maybe all those years ago I made the wrong choice.

What would have happened if I would have let him speak?

Would we be together now if I hadn't have walked away?

What would our life be like if things would have worked out the way they do in movies?

"What if," I said out loud to myself.