I N D U L G E N C E (August Alsina) Sequel The Second Chapter

40.[Where He and She Both Want to Know, Where the Real August Is]

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[Phoebe, Approximately Four Nights Later]

"Heather I'm serious. That's what they said. Mom saw them." I said smiling with Mr.Carson, the sweetest old stunner in this place. He had taking a liking to me, since the first time I volunteered.

"I'm coming right now." I whispered to him, as I tried to get Heather off of the phone.

"I don't know Heather; I'm supposed to see Dr.Gilroy when she gets back. I'm telling him tonight. He's been getting home from work really late for the last couple of nights. I didn't want it to be rushed you know?"

She continued to go on and on about, how his fans would react and about how now I didn't know what I was dealing with. Becoming pregnant for a superstar and not being known to the world that I was his significant other would gather some backlash.

 Of course some would gather what they wanted to about the appearance we made at that club months ago, and because he bought me such an expensive car. But just like Heather said, everybody knew that Faith was Biggy's, but does everybody know that Phoebe belongs to August?

She was happy about me being pregnant but somehow I felt a stern bitterness under her tone. I didn't understand. And she was asking so many questions.

"Yes, Heather I know. I'll call you and tell you how he reacts. I think he'll be pretty excited actually.." I mumbled, gently touching my stomach.

"Okay, tell me how it went with Brent later Heather, bye. I'm working." She still continued. "Yes it is a real job ,that I happen to enjoy actually, respect that You're sounding like August now..."

"I know I'm going to stop working soon. Okay , okay I get it. Bye Heather. Muah." I said hanging up on her before she began talking my ear off.

I tucked my phone away. "Okay Mr.Carson. I'm here to refill your water now. You know you really shouldn't be drinking this icy water. It's not good for you."

He seemed to enjoy her own company a lot. Everybody would be in the television room or the chess room and He would sit out his in his wheelchair totally unbothered, just watching the birds go and come.

"I know." He mumbled, adding a little frown.

I looked at him, putting down the tray deciding to sit and talk to him instead. "Why the frown?" I asked him.

He shook his head, looking off into the distance. He suffered a stroke, he's not that old. He's an old boy. But ever since the stroke immobilized him, he said that his daughter just shoved him into this place because she couldn't go to school and take care of him. She was in College.

"Missing Hannah again?" I asked him, that was her name, he said he always liked it because Hannah was Hannah backwards.  How corny of him and his wife.

He shook his head and placed his hands on his shaky knees. "You want a little company?" I smirked. "Want me to tell Ms. Florence to come out here with you?"

He looked at me and shortly smiled. Before he turned away rubbing his thick white grey beard. I folded my hands under my tummy. "I see you spend a lot of time with her although she's not too sane." I chuckled. "What do you guys talk about?"