Becky With The Good Hair

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THE NEXT MORNING I wake up with a terrible headache and a dead-to-the-world husband at my side.

I am suddenly reminded of last night's events and become furious. I fling the sheets off me and walk into the bathroom connected to our bedroom. After I finish freshening up, I dress in a white lace crop top, high waisted acid washed jeans, a denim coat, and brown Timberlands. I pop an Advil for my headache.

After brushing my hair into a low ponytail, I walk into the bedroom to find Chicago awake and checking his phone.

"Good morning, baby.", he says, putting his phone down.

"Mm." I grab my purse and put my wallet and phone in it.

"Where you going?", Chicago asks, laid back as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"To get our kids from Zianna house.", I reply curtly, starting to walk out the bedroom.

"Aye, what's with the attitude?"

I stop and take a deep breath, praying to the Lord to restrain me from going off on this man. I turnt to him, glaring daggers.

"Do you know what yesterday was, Chicago?", I ask, crossing my arms.

He raises an eyebrow. "Friday, why?"

"When did we meet?", I ask.

"Seven years ago." His stupid ass still isn't getting it.

"When did you propose to me, Chicago? How long have we been together? Was yesterday not August 12th, the day you asked me to be your girlfriend? Did you not ask me to marry you exactly a year later?!"

Chicago stands up and walks over to me, a look of guilt and regret on his face. I hadn't noticed the tears until he wiped them away with his thumbs.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Bey.", he says, pulling me into his arms.

I was mad, sad, and hateful at the same time, but I couldn't say no to him. I hugged him back, holding him tight as I buried my face into his bare chest.

"Where were you?", I ask, pulling away and sniffling.

"Bey, I got held up at a surprise meeting with this record label. We had to close the deal or our client wouldn't have gotten another chance like that.", he says, his hands holding my waist now.

"You could've called. Or texted. Or anything!", I say, pushing away from him. "I was worried, Chi!"

He kisses me, a gentle press of the lips that leaves me feeling lighter. He brings a hand to my face, kissing me harder. I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he grips my ass firmly.

I pull away for breath, all my anger fading away as he starts kissing down my neck. He's damn slick.

"Chi, wait. I gotta go get the kids.", I say, breathless.

"Zianna has them. They can wait an hour. Or two."

Afterwards, I feel shame in the pit if my stomach as we lay together, Chicago's arm around my waist as we cuddle, naked. He was out like a light but I was wide awake.

How come every in we fought t ended in sex? It was crazy. Chicago had this way of distracting me with his kisses and touches that I both hated and loved.

I sigh heavily and get out of bed. I dressed in my discarded clothes and freshen up, yet again, in the bathroom. Quietly, I sneak out of the house and take the Lexus to Zianna's house.

After parking, I knock on the door of the large house in the nice, quiet neighborhood. My sister opens the door, Cameron on her hip and chewing her fist. I smile as I see her.

"Hey, baby.", I coo, picking her up.

Zianna lets me in and closes the door behind me. "You miss me, baby? I missed you!"

Cameron smiles, showing off her deep dimples and coo at how adorable she is.

"Where's Carter?", I ask Zianna.

"Sleeping in my room. Where were you?", she asks. "You said you was coming to get them at two. It's four thirty."

I smile guiltily at her, placing Cameron on my hip. "I got held up. Chicago and I got into an argument and one thing lead to another and the next thing I know my back is nearly blown out."

Zianna laughs, loudly, following me into the living room. I place Cameron in my lap and coo at her, giving her kisses.

"What y'all arguing 'bout this time?", she asks, sitting next to me.

I sigh, my mood dropping a little. "He forgot our anniversary. He say he was closing a deal with some record label but.. I don't know.", I say, frowning.

"Bey."

I know that tone. It's the same one Mama used when we tested her when we was kids. Zianna was a lot like Mama though she was my little sister. She's glaring at me, her arms crossed.

"He forgot? Did he even text you? Call you? Anything?!"

I shake my head, bouncing Cameron on my knee as she starts whining.

"Girl, that's fucked up! You been together six years! Y'all babies is two years old now! He asked you to marry him and he forgets your damn anniversary?! Hell no!"

"I know, Zianna. But, what am I supposed to do? Every time I bring up him coming home late or forgetting about our plans it always end up with us fucking! Then he do the same shit again the next day!"

Zianna shakes her head. "Let me talk to him. He can't distract me with nothing and he know I'll shove my fist down his throat if he try me.", she says.

"I don't know..."

"So you gone let him keep doing to you?!"

"No!"

"Then do something about it, Bey, else you want me to break my foot off in his ass."

I frown, looking down at my beautiful daughter. I love Chi with all my heart, but lately he's been shifty. It's making me upset, distrusting, and curious all the same. No one's swamped with so much they barely have time to see their wife and kids. Chicago bought us gifts and showered us with material love, but it wasn't enough. Not anymore.

I wish I could go back to where it was all good. When Chicago came home every night in time for dinner, we talked about how our days went and reminisced, then we'd cuddle in our couch, sipping wine and watching TV. His smiles were real then. Bright, pretty, and happy.

Harry suddenly flashes through my mind. His big, pretty, kind smile. Maybe I'd visit him.