MAJESTY

V. Limits

MAJESTY

When I finally opened my eyes, I realized it's daylight outside meaning it's already the next morning. I must've slept my day away yesterday, but I definitely got some well needed rest. The pain medicine they have me on keeps me so drowsy.

Not even five minutes after I woke up, Karon came waltzing in with a Dunkin Donuts bag in his hand. I rolled my eyes and mentally prepared myself for whatever bullshit he's about to bring my way. It's always some type of issue with him.

"Well good morning Maj, when the fuck was you gon' tell me you was in here?" he greeted, which only made me roll my eyes.

Is he serious? I'm damn near broken in half and all he's worried about is a damn phone call.

"Karon, please. I called you, the hospital called you and my mother called you. You knew full and well something was wrong, you just didn't care enough to find out what it actually was."

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh, I must not have been paying attention cause I ain't get no missed calls."

Just like that, my mood for the day is shot to hell. Luckily, Dr. Chance came waltzing in with his clipboard with a smile on his face.

"Hey, you should be ready to go home soon. All you -," he stopped talking once when he noticed Karon in the corner of the room with a mean ass mug on his face.

"Oh, how rude of me," he smirked and held his hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm the doctor on duty, Dr. Chance Ramirez."

Karon chuckled lowly before rudely ignoring his gesture, "Oh well I'm her husband, Karon. I was talking to my wife so hurry this shit up!" he snarled.

I gasped, "Karon, show some damn respect," I huffed in disbelief at his ignorance.

I'm actually embarrassed because Dr. Chance gets to see who I turned him down for and the way Karon is acting only makes me look weak.

Dr. Chance stood there, not phased at all by Karon's antics with an amused look on his face. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge Karon's ignorance. Damn, can this man get any more perfect?

"Oh it's alright ma'am. As a doctor, we deal with husbands playing tough all of the time. It doesn't even phase me anymore," he teased, although I knew he meant every single world.

He didn't even acknowledge Karon's funky ass attitude and it was kind of comical. Karon's so used to people kissing his feet and jumping when he says jump and Chance didn't even give him an ounce of satisfaction.

"Man like I said do what the fuck you gotta do. Better be done by the time I come back," be shot back making Dr Chance smirk.

"I'll be sure to take my time, Karen," he retorted making me let out an accidental giggle.

"Keep talkin, nigga!" he snarled.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, "Karon, you do the most! Just get out and let the man work!" I snapped.

He looked me up and down before chuckling sarcastically.

"I'll get out but ya lil boyfriend better keep his hands to himself. Don't play with me, Majesty," he said in a low, dark tone that took me back to the events that occurred prior to my accident.

Why does he want me to fear him so badly? What kind of love is that? I mean.. is that how you treat the woman holding down your house and taking care of your kids? I'll never understand and quite frankly he's running out of chances with me. I'm done making excuses for him. My patience is running thin when it comes to dealing with Karon and all the bullshit it comes being with him. Being on my own isn't starting to sound too bad.

"That's who I got turned down for? I'm no relationship expert, but I can tell you that is not how you should be treated. Your name is Majesty, you're royalty and you should be treated as such. Hold that crown up and don't ever let ANY man knock it off."

I smiled at his truthful, but encouraging words, slightly disappointed I'm getting released today. Back to hell. Oops, I meant home.

"I know," I simply responded.

"And I'll definitely need to see you for a follow up appointment in a week," he says with a small smile.

I need to get my mind right and decide what I'm going to do. Stay with Karon, someone who I've been with for the last ten years, my first everything, and most importantly my children's father. Leave Karon, a man who constantly hurts me, degrades me, and constantly puts other women over me and his family.

As soon as I walk in the house, the girls rushed up to me with toothy smiles and pure excitement and I had to politely stop them in their tracks. I had a cast on my arm and crutches while my leg heals. I didn't want to knock my ass over.

"Hi, my babies," I smiled, kissing them both on their foreheads.

Karon walked in shortly after with my bags. He threw the bags down by the front door, making me roll my eyes. I can tell something's on his mind cause he's walking around with a fucking chip on his shoulder.

"Do you have a problem, Karon?" I asked with irritation dripping from my tone.

"Girls, take your bags upstairs to your room and play with your toys while me and daddy have a grown up talk."

They both frowned and grabbed their bags to go upstairs. I turned my attention back to an agitated Karon, who is already stressing me more than I need to be. He's always trying to make an issue out of nothing.

"You must think I'm one of these dumb ass niggas out here." he spoke in a low, menacing tone.

"Karon, what are you talking bout?"

"So you fucking on niggas now? You trying to make me look like of these fuckin' clowns out here?!" he raged with anger dripping out of his tone. The vein on his forehead bulged out as he ranted about how I'm embarrassing him.

Which is funny because if I recall correctly he done fucked around and possibly knocked out up one of them bird bitches he slept with.

I couldn't even help but to laugh.

"I'm embarrassing you? I've been loyal to you going on ten years. Kept this pussy to myself when it's been niggas at my feet and I turn them down every time! Every single one! Meanwhile, you out sticking your dick in every bitch wit' a fat ass and now one of these bum ass bitches done lucked up and got pregnant!" I shouted back.

I felt the anger building up and tried my best to calm myself down. I'm already in pain and I don't want to make it worst than it already is.

His face twisted up, "Fuck is you talkin' bout?! I ain't get no bitch pregnant," he dismissed the accusation immediately before pulling out his phone.

"Well you thought wrong nigga! Congrats, you're about to be a father of 3," I spat before pushing past him and walking upstairs to tend to my children.

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