Life After Marriage Book 3

House Guest Part 2

AUGUST P.O.V. –

“Hey sunshine.” Amb smiled as I walked in the kitchen rubbing my eyes and stretching.

She was ironing my clothes for work and I walked over to her and pecked her lips.

“You feeling okay?” She looked at me concerned.

“Just tired.” I looked in the fridge and got out the grape juice. I took a glass from the cabinet, rinsed it out, then poured some juice in it.

“Aww I know. I hate you have to work this Saturday.” She changed the setting on the iron.

 “Gotta do what I gotta do. Especially since I had to cancel them appointments.” I drank from the glass.

“Your breakfast is on the stove.” She pointed to the stove. “It’s still hot.”

I looked back at the stove with all the food she had prepared, while I finished the rest of the juice in the glass.

“I made you a Greek Salad for lunch, it’s already packed in the fridge so you can grab it on your way out.”

She picked up my dress shirt she was ironing and turned it on the other side.  

“And please, please before you leave today take your iron tablets. I’m sick of making unnecessary doctor’s visits with you, when if you just take the pills, we can avoid it.”

I got a plate out of the dish-holder on the sink, rinsed it off and got some food off the stove.

“Are you listening to me?” Amb looked at me skeptical.

“Baby I’m not deaf.” I said getting my plate and sitting down at the table.

She finished ironing my shirt and sat it on the counter. “I  know you wanted to wear the blue dress shirt, but it was something on it. I don’t know, when I washed it , it wouldn’t come out.”

“Probably something Auggie spilt on me.” I said biting into a piece of bacon. “You know he messy.”

“He’s a toddler. What do you expect?” She gave a slight laugh.

 “Cha called me this morning saying he wouldn’t stop crying about wanting to come home. I talked to him and told him to calm his little self down and that I was going to pick him up later.” She started ironing my dress pants.

“Damn. That boy is always crying.” I got a fork full of grits and ate them.

“I wonder which parent he gets that from. Hm.”

“He didn’t get it from me. He’s like that cause you spoil and baby him.”

“Like I spoil and baby his daddy.”

“You’re my wife that’s in your job description.” I looked out the window on the side of me, at some birds that were flying pass.

“And he’s my son, it’s a part of my mom job description. Nobody says anything when you spoil Sata.”

“I don’t spoil Sata.” I looked at her taking a bite of my biscuit.

“Aug you do. You discipline her yes, but she knows how to weasel her way out of you.”

“Auggie’s a boy. He don’t need to be baby-fied. Like Mel told me, don’t no woman want no crying man.”

“If that was the case you would be single.” She finished ironing my pants and put them, along with my shirt over the chair.

I was going to respond when I saw her cousin walk into the kitchen with just his boxers and go in our fridge like he owned it.

“Morning y’all.” He looked through it, got out the orange juice and drank straight out the fucking carton.