Life After Marriage Book 3

My shootaz repost

**** This is a repost for people whose chapter was messing up."
AMBER P.O.V. -

"Amb."

"Hm?" I answered sleepily, rubbing my eyes as Aug opened the curtain to let the sunlight in.

"Wake up baby."

I whined, putting the covers over my head, wanting to be left alone.

"Amb." He sat on the other side of the bed and smacked my butt through the covers.

"Can't we reschedule?" I groaned.

"No. Your appointment is for today. So we going today."

I felt the bed lift up meaning he had got up.

I pulled the covers from over my face and looked at the clock. It was 10:00. The kids were over Tanya and Rell's house, yes I apologized and we made up, I was completely out of line for treating my bestfriend like that.

My foot had finally healed and I could walk again, but what had not healed was the scar the miscarriage left.

Because I refused to do it, Aug had personally called to make me a doctor's appointment so we could see if the pregnancy test was wrong, and I was dreading going.

"Aug five test can't be wrong." I looked at him as he was getting me out some clothes to wear.

"You heard what I said. Get up. Go wash up so we can go." He threw the clothes on the bed and left out the room.

I stared at the ceiling for what seemed like forever, just thinking of ways of how I could get out of going.

But anybody who knows Aug, knows he is a relentless person. And when he wants something, there is no way out.

"Amb I'm not gon keep telling you. Get up." He walked back into the room waking me up out of my thoughts.

I forced myself up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I ran the water, then looked at myself in the mirror. A thousand questions ran through my head.

What if I'm not pregnant? What if I am and I can't carry it? Five test can't be wrong right? Was Auggie right about the twins? Wasn't O our alternative plan so was this really necessary?

The weight of the questions were heavy upon my shoulders and I just sat on the edge of the tub and released all the anxiety through tears.

It was hard to verbalize what I was feeling. It's like everything was coming back to me. Like the guilt of telling August I was going to get an abortion and then miscarrying the child.

Maybe it was all my fault. I wished this bad luck upon me. Upon our family because I was being selfish. Wanting a life outside of my family. Maybe I wasn't meant to have that.

May sound stupid, but they seemed pretty rational at the time.

I heard the door open and I quickly wiped my eyes. Aug walked in and stood at the door facing me. We were silent.

"Why are you making me do this?" I broke down again with my head in my hands.

He came over to me, removing my hands and parting my thighs with his. He knelt down on both his knees between them and put my arms around his neck. He looked in my eyes, wiping my tears.

"Because I love you. And I want to make sure so if it is, we can do whatever we got to do so that this pregnancy is a healthy one. Okay."

"Yeah." I put my forehead on his, he reached up and kissed my lips with such tenderness and caring, that momentarily I forgot what exactly I was feeling because I was so caught up in the bliss of lips.

Aug was an absolute angel at times and I believed it far outweighed the times his attitude could make him a headache.

"One thing I know." He said pulling away and pecking my lips one last time. "My shootaz don't miss."

"Your shootaz?" I laughed.

He looked down at his ego. I lightly hit him. He laughed and pecked my neck a couple of times then got up.

"Get ready." He left out.

I shook my head and got ready.

AUGUST P.O.V. -

I am going to be honest, as we waited for the doctor to return with the results of the test, I was nervous as hell.

I sat in the chair in the corner trying to keep my hands which were bright red and sweaty, from shaking and trying to keep Amb calm.

We had just said a prayer asking for God's will to be done, and she was laying back on the doctor's table with her eyes closed taking in deep breaths to soothe her nerves.

I couldn't help but think the stress and strain I put her under, could've possibly led to the miscarriage.

I was a good husband I believed, but I had my ways. I knew I could be a pain at times and that's why I was so hard on my children because they had a lot of their daddy in them. Especially Sata. I knew we ran Amb nuts.

And that's why this time around I was trying to make an effort to be as helpful and as loving as possible.

I loved Amb more than I loved my own self, and nothing in the world would give me more satisfaction than seeing her happy.

I was convinced my sole purpose in life was to put a smile on her face and if giving her a baby would do that at this point, I was going to keep trying until it happen.

My heart stopped beating as the door knob turned. Amb sat up. We looked at each other, and the doctor made his way in.

I stood up, and went by my wife, grabbing her hand for support.

"So the results are back." He looked over a sheet of paper on his clipboard.

"and Mr. and Mrs. Alsina congratualtions. Mrs. Alsina you are in fact pregnant." The doctor smiled.

I held Amb's hand tight. The doctor gave us some information about ways to have a healthy pregnancy this time around. Then he left us alone in the room.

Amb smiled brighter than I had seen her smile in a while.

"I guess at least one of my eggs wasn't powdered dust."

She stood up chuckling. I wrapped my hands around her waist and looked in her eyes.

"Thank you baby for just supporting and loving me the way you do." She started to tear up.

"Unh-unh don't do that." I wiped her tears. "I told you my shootaz don't and it's plenty more where that came from. I'll lay you on this table right now." I felt on her ass and bit my bottom lip.

"Goodbye August." She rolled her eyes and got her jacket off the hook on the back of the door.

As I walked out I blew a kiss up to God. It wasn't my shootaz that did this, it was him. And I'm grateful.