IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

Chapter 23

**** Am I the only one who thinks Aug needs to take his behind to bed, instead of being up and about. I mean, its okay for him to do some things. But he just got out the hospital. He needs to sit still for a minute. Even if only for a couple of days. I hope he really learns, cause if this happens again, no telling what will be the outcome."

Bracelet in m/m. 

AUGUST P.O.V. –

Since Dr. Edwards and his wife’s flight got delayed and they wouldn’t make it into town until tomorrow,  Me and Amb were just going to meet them for breakfast tomorrow morning.

But everybody else, Me, Amb, Stac, Trav, My mother, my grandmother, the girls, Muk and Cha were all seated at the table waiting for my mother to say grace.

“Ey Ma before you say grace I wanna say something.” Travis raised his index finger eating a piece of cornbread. This was this nigga’s third plate. How he eats so much and stays fit is beyond me.

“What is it Trav?” She looked at him annoyed.

“I’m letting y’all know now before I max my third plate. If y’all niggas got any secrets get’em out now so I can enjoy my meal without interruption. Cause y’all know how you niggas get. Stacy if you pregnant with my baby, just let me know now. Don’t be dropping nothing like that on me.” He looked at Stacy who was sitting next to him.

“You not funny.” She gave him a stale face.

“Muk if you really the monster from the Lord of the Rings let us know now. We don’t want to wake up one day and see your real face without the makeup. Niggas gotta prepare for that.”

“Shut up!” She threw a napkin at him.

“Amber. August. Anything y’all need to tell each other. Cause we know you niggas be hiding secrets like y’all the FBI or something.” He looked at me and Amb.

“Mama say grace and ignore this nigga.” I looked at my mother.

“Naw Shelia Trav does have a point. Baby you got anything you want to tell my grandson?” My grandmother looked at Amber.

Amber looked at me. I gave her a look like ignore her.

“No ma’am I don’t.”

“God don’t like liars sweetheart. Just tell Auggie the truth about the baby. He might be a little hurt but he’ll live.”

Amber turned to look at me and said trying to be serious. She grabbed both my hands and sighed. “August, the baby isn’t yours. Her real father is Mexican.”

Everybody started laughing except my grandmother.

“I told y’all the baby was Mexican.”

“Mama, she was being sarcastic.” My mother explained.

“People use humor to tell truth. And I don’t know how you were raised, but don’t you sass me girl. I’m on to your little game. You might be foolin’ him, but you ain’t foolin’ me. Trying to trap my baby.”

“Sorry for trying to trap you August.” She softly touched both my cheeks.

“I forgive you.” I smirked.

“Y’all cut this foolishness out and let me pray. Bow y’all heads.”

Everybody bowed their heads.

“Dear Heavenly Father we come to you today thanking you not only for this food, but for this fellowship of family and friends. We pray your blessings over Assata’s life. May her parents bring her up with the knowledge and understanding of you. May each one of us in this room help her to become the woman you desire her to be. In Jesus name we pray Amen.”