Now You Wanna Come Back

by Anna Black

Genres: African American Urban; African American; African American Women's Fiction

Synopsis

Letting go is not always easy, and in some cases it can be close to impossible, like it was for Leila. She was stuck on her husband, and never thought she would ever stop loving him; even through the constant pain and suffering, she still had hopes that he d come back to her. Cold and unwilling to do right, her husband, Devon did what was best for him, and that was treat Leila horribly and lie to her time after time, leaving her no choice but to be rescued by another man. Rayshon Johnson, not the perfect man - but a good man - came along, and rolled the storm away and gave Leila back all the things that Devon took away. He kissed her where it hurt, and helped her to get over her insecurities about herself. By giving her back that confidence, she let go, and letting go was the wrong answer for Devon, and he refused to let her move on without him. He was determined to get his good thing back - no matter what the cost, he was determined to come back.

Release date: March 31, 2020

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

I know you see this rock on my finger, Leila thought as she handed her customer his bank card. He had come into her bookstore about an hour ago to purchase literature on healthy eating. Yes, he was fine and had a killer body, but she was in no mood to deal with his arrogant ass.

He walked around the store confidently, no doubt because he knew he was drop-dead gorgeous, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he became a drop-dead gorgeous asshole. He went on and on about himself and how he was this well-known personal trainer in the Chicago area. Of course, Leila, a size-sixteen mother of an adorable 3-month-old little girl, did not have any knowledge of who or what he was, nor did she care. Although he meant no harm and probably wasn’t the egotistical asshole she perceived him to be, the sound of his confident voice made insecure Leila want to scream.

She showed him the health section, which was in the back of the store, and made a huge mistake by telling Mr. Physical to let her know if he needed any help. She went back to her stool behind the counter and had opened the novel she was reading when he asked his first question. She got up, walked over, grabbed the book he had asked her about—which sat right in front of his face—and handed it to him.

If it had been a snake, he’d have been bitten, that was for sure. She shook her head as she walked away. Question number two came before she got back to the counter, which caused her to stop in her tracks. She turned her attention back to him and satisfied him with an answer. He followed up with another question. And another. After question number fifteen, she referred him to the internet. She had a nice computer setup in a quiet corner of her store to allow customers to look up material on their own.

That setup was a lifesaver for her on the days she worked alone and days like this . . . when annoying-ass customers won’t leave me the hell alone, she thought as she sat back behind the counter. The store was empty for a Saturday, and she took advantage of it by catching up on some of her reading. It was usually a madhouse, but since the day was slow, she had sent her staff home. Putting her nose back into her book, she prayed he would get what he needed and bounce. It was getting good, and she didn’t want to stop reading.

He finally made his way to the counter with only one book to purchase. After all those damn questions. “Will this be all?” Leila asked him when he handed over his card.

“Yes, and your number would be nice.”

“Ump, ump,” she said, clearing her throat. She handed him his card and then held up her hand to show him her ring. She wondered how he hadn’t noticed the bling on her finger, because the lighting in her store made the dazzling gem sparkle so well it could be blinding.

“Aw, my bad. I didn’t realize that was a wedding ring,” he said. His tone implied her stone wasn’t all that.

“Yes, it is,” she said sharply.

“Oh, excuse me. I do apologize, Miss Lady.”

“It’s okay. You have a nice day.” She handed him his bag.

He stood there for a moment like he was waiting for something more, then said, “Hey, Leila.” She wore a name tag, but he was about the only one who pronounced her name correctly. Most called her “Leela,” and it was pronounced “Layla.” “My name is Rayshon Johnson, but mostly everyone calls me Ray. Here’s my card. If you are ever in need of a physical fitness trainer, hit me up. I’ll give you a good deal.” He gave her one of his cards.

She took it, looked at it quickly, and put it with a stack of business cards that had been left by other customers for her mailing list but not for anything personal. She would never call him for anything other than book or event info. In fact, it would be sent to his email.

“Well, Rayshon, I thank you for your offer, but as you can see, I don’t do gyms, nor do I do physical trainers. Have a nice day,” she said with a wink.

“You think only fit people have trainers?”

“Are you implying I’m not fit?” That time she spoke with much attitude.

“No, no, I’m not. You’re are a thick sista, and that’s fine by me.” He leaned on the counter. “You look damn good, and I’m not trying to make you skinny. I just wanna help you to be healthy, so please don’t take it offensively. Personally, I prefer a heavier sista, but at the same time, I want my woman eating right and putting in some type of cardio. Even if it’s only thirty minutes a day, it all helps for a healthier heart.” He sounded caring, not like the “I’m too sexy for my shirt” asshole he’d come into the store as, Leila thought.

“I’m good. If ever the day comes when my husband and I wanna hire a personal trainer, you’ll be the first one we call,” she said.

His bright smile changed to a look of defeat. He eased back from the counter and backed up a bit. “All right. You take care and tell that husband of yours that he is a lucky man.”

“I sure will,” Leila said as Rayshon walked out of the door. “Yeah, I’ll tell him whenever I get a chance to have a conversation with him again,” Leila said out loud once he was on the other side of the door.

Leila stood on her porch and waited for Devon to get out of his car and bring Deja to her. He worked Monday through Friday and had her on Saturdays so Leila could work at her store. During the workweek, Deja went to Emoni’s daycare center a few blocks down from the bookstore. That made it convenient for Leila, and she was comfortable with taking her there.

When she got home, she’d hoped he’d come a little later so she could get some things done around the house, but Devon acted like he had such a busy social life and had to bring the baby right after the bookstore closed. She hadn’t been in the house for two minutes before he was blowing his horn in the driveway.

He walked up the steps and handed Deja to Leila in her car seat without a “hello” or “good evening.” He was too busy with the conversation that he was having on his Bluetooth to say hello. Leila figured the call was too important for him to pause to simply say hi.

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, hold on a sec,” he said to the person he was on the phone with. “She just ate about forty-five minutes ago,” he told Leila. “She was grunting in the car on the way, so she may need a new diaper.” He turned and walked away.

“And how are you, Devon?” Leila asked.

“I’m fine,” he said and kept walking. He proceeded to talk to his Bluetooth as he got back into his Jaguar and pulled out of the driveway. Leila stood on the porch with the baby and diaper bag and watched his taillights go down the street.

She had only been married for six years, and as soon as she got pregnant, Devon made an exit. Not because of the baby and responsibilities, but because he was no longer interested in her. It started out subtle at first, but it didn’t take Devon long before he got his own place. First, it was staying out super late, and then it turned into not coming home at all. By her third month, she was on her own. The day Deja was born, Devon swore he would get his act together and come home, but that was three months ago. Three months of lying, false hope, and fake promises.

He took care of them financially, with no fuss, and made sure everything was paid. She never had to ask for this or that, because money had never been an issue with him. The problem with Devon was the in and out. One minute he was in and wanted to make it work, and the next minute he was out. Finally, after all the drama, he told Leila that he was going to file for divorce. But she had yet to see that happen.

Leila didn’t even flinch when he said the word “divorce.” It had been almost two years since she had even considered them husband and wife. She had already cried all she could cry, prayed all she could pray, and pleaded all she could plead for him to come back to her and for them to be a family again.

She still loved and wanted her husband, yes, but she finally had come to terms with knowing that they were over. She had stopped wishing and hoping, and she’d started setting the alarm on her security system at night with her new code. She wasn’t hurting financially at all, because Devon did support her and Deja, and even if he didn’t, her mother had left her a nice piece of change when she passed three years ago.

Leila worked in the editing department at a publishing company before she purchased the store. She always had a love of reading, and after her mom died, she took some of her money and opened herself a little bookstore. It wasn’t as busy as a Barnes & Noble or an Amazon, but she did well.

And Devon wasn’t what one would call poor either. He was a senior partner at a cellular company, and he was pretty much set. At times, she wished he were broke so he could at least need her for her money, but that was not the case. Even her having his first and only child didn’t make him want to be with her.

They had met in college and dated forever. After they married, things were good for the most part, but after a few pounds here and a few pounds there, he changed. He didn’t want to take Leila out anymore, and the more depressed her marriage made her, the more weight she put on.

When she got pregnant, that really turned him off. He made comments to her at the beginning like, “Man, now you’re really going to blow up.” He had even asked the doctor, “How much weight does a baby actually put on a woman, generally?” Leila wanted to slap him. She knew she was not the size ten he’d married, but she thought she was still pretty.

“What’s your problem?” she’d asked him that day when they got in the car.

“My problem is you not wanting to go to the gym and how you act like you don’t realize you’re not looking the way you did on our wedding day. That is my problem. You are tipping the scale, Lei, and you act like you don’t see how big you have gotten.” His voice had been cold, but she had gotten used to him being insulting. It had become the norm.

“I’m pregnant,” she’d said in her own defense.

“Only six or seven weeks. That thirty or forty pounds you have gained since we got married has nothing to do with this pregnancy.”

“Don’t you think I know I’m not a size ten anymore? But I’m not some fat, ugly beast, and I am tired of you acting like you are so disgusted or ashamed of me. You don’t have a problem with my weight when you wanna get some. My weight doesn’t seem to bother you then. When you wanna please your dick, my weight doesn’t seem to stop you from jumping on top of me.”

“Oh, so I’m not supposed to want to touch you either?”

“That’s not what I mean, Devon. If you love me enough to still wanna make love to me, you should love me enough to still wanna take me out with you, or wanna spend more time with me and not always put me down. You never hold me anymore. You don’t take me places like you used to, and I am so tired of you making insulting remarks about me. If you loved me, you wouldn’t do that,” she had said, crying.

“Well, maybe I don’t,” he’d said callously.

“What? Maybe you don’t what?” she’d asked, hoping he didn’t mean what she thought he was saying.

“Love you,” he’d said.

Leila’s heart had dropped. “What?” she’d asked softly.

He hadn’t said another word.

After that, things got worse. He slowly moved out, and Leila cried herself to sleep every night. She woke up every morning wishing she had never married him. He was the only man she’d ever loved, and his love was conditional. When he’d visit his daughter, he’d look at Leila with this look of disappointment. It got to where she hated to be in the same room with him, so she’d make it a point to have something to run out to do, or she’d make herself busy in another room to avoid him altogether.

When he told her about his plans to file for a divorce, she simply said, “So be it.” She would just somehow move on and just focus on her business and her baby girl. Hell, maybe she’d even love again. She had no clue, but what she did know was she wasn’t going to keep hoping for her and Devon to work things out.

Inside, she sat the baby in her carrier on the table and put the diaper bag on a chair. “Hey, sweetie pie. How ya doing, girl?” she asked as she unstrapped her daughter and picked her up. Deja smiled beautifully, the nub of a tooth poking through her gumline. “Aw, I see how you are doing, stinky girl,” Leila said, walking her up to the nursery. She took her over to her changing table and strapped her down, then went into the hall bathroom and started the water. She put the baby tub into the big tub and filled it with warm water.

She went back into the nursery to undress her little doll. “There we go, baby. Let’s get this stinky stuff off my baby.”

Deja laughed and kicked her little legs while Leila gave her a bath and shampooed her hair. After she put lotion on her, she sat in her rocker to nurse her.

“I guess it’s you and me, kid, again on a lonely Saturday night,” Leila said sadly. After Deja burped, she put her down in her crib.

Deja was a good baby, so she was content while Leila did a few things around the house. She went back to check on her, and she was sleeping. Leila checked her diaper, and although she hated to change her while she was sleeping, she had to. She made it through the diaper change without disturbing the baby too badly, and she fell right back to sleep.

It was only eight o’clock, and Leila was bored. She went downstairs and looked through all of her DVDs to find something to watch, but out of 800 movies, she couldn’t find one she felt like watching.

She went back to her room and climbed into bed and picked up the remote to her television. She flipped through the channels and landed on The Cosby Show. How can Clair and Cliff be so happy? she wondered. “Maybe because Clair never got fat,” she said to herself and muted the volume. She grabbed her book and picked up where she left off.

Once she got deep into it, her phone rang. It was Devon. She looked at the clock and saw it was after nine. What in the hell does he want? she wondered.

“Hello,” she answered wryly.

“Hey, Lei, this is Devon.”

“I know. What is it?”

“Well, I got DJ’s binky, and I’m going to bring it back for you,” he said.

Leila rolled her eyes and thought, you’ve got to be kidding me. “Devon, Deja has three or four binkies around here. Besides, she’s already asleep.”

“Are you sure? I’m only about five minutes away.”

“I’m sure. We’re good.”

“Well, let me come by anyway so I can see her.”

“Devon, what are you . . . Are you on drugs? She is asleep. Did you not hear me say that?”

“Okay, I’ll be there in five.” He hung up before Leila could argue. She got up and put on a pair of sweats. She had on a tank, too, but didn’t bother to change it because it was only Devon. Her hair was pulled back, and she had on her glasses, but she didn’t attempt to fix herself up for him. The doorbell rang as she was walking down the stairs.

She opened the door, and he was standing there with the binky in his hand.

“Thanks,” she said and took it from him. She walked away, and he followed her inside and closed the door.

“Where’s DJ?” he asked.

She cocked her head to the left and looked at him. “Are you slow? Where do you think? She is in her crib.” She put as much attitude in her voice as she could.

She walked into the kitchen, and he followed right behind her. She poured herself a glass of juice, not offering him anything.

“She could have been in her bassinet or in our bed. I don’t know,” he said.

“She is not in my bed. She is in her crib,” she said. He was irritating her, and she made it known by rolling her eyes at him. What’s with the “our bed” madness? He hadn’t lived there in months.

“I’m going to go up and see her.”

“Go ahead,” Leila said.

She sat on the sofa and didn’t bother to follow him up. She grabbed the remote and turned on the television. She never had any problems with Devon seeing Deja and never denied him the opportunity to come over if he wanted to spend time with her. But why was he trying to see her when he knew she was sleeping?

After a little while, she wondered what was taking him so long to come back down. She put the remote down and went up to see what he was doing. Maybe he’d woken Deja up and was just holding her. When she reached the top of the steps, she went into the nursery. No Devon. She tapped on the hall bathroom, and no one answered.

She went back to look in on Deja. The baby was still in her crib, sleeping peacefully. Leila walked slowly down the hall to her bedroom, and she knew she was going to have to cuss his ass out.

“No, no, no. Get the hell up outta my bed, Negro,” she yelled. “You think you’re slick, but I’m not having it tonight.”

She had vowed he’d never touch her again unless they were going to get back together, and here he was pulling another move on her like she had STUPID written across her fo. . .