Life After Marriage Book 3

Good Place

AMBER P.O.V. –

“Aug leave me alone.” I whined, with my eyes closed. Trying to get as much sleep as I possibly could.

“Get up baby.” He scooted his right leg between mine and softly sucked on my neck.

“Move.” I tried to move him off.

He put his right hand under my tank and started massaging my bare breast.

“Come on get up baby.” He sucked on my ear.

“Noooooo.” I whined adding a crying sound.

It was Saturday. I was tired. And he had kept me up all night wanting to make love, then take a bath. Then talk. Then kiss. Then cuddle. Which led to more sex. Leave me the FUCK ALONE!

“August.” I said with my eyes closed.

“Yeah babe?” He hovered over me kissing my cheek.

“You kept me up all night. The kids haven’t came in here not once, which I’m grateful for. Just let me sleep please.”

“But I’m hungry baby.” He moved my hair and planted soft kisses on my neck.

“And you can cook August.”

“I know but I want your food. You cook better than me.” He scooted me closer into his body.

Oh my God he was so fucking annoying.

“Can’t you wait till I get up?”

“My stomach is growling real bad. See listen.” He got real silent.

And I heard nothing.

“You heard that?”

I didn’t respond, I just tried to go back to sleep.

“ Babe.” August said.

I tried to ignore him.

“Babe.”

I continued to drown him out.

“Babe.”

“What the hell is it August!?” I snapped

“Why you yelling like that baby, I’m just talking to you damn.” He said sweetly.

I rubbed my eyes.

“What do you want?”

“I’m not feeling good and I need something to eat.” He kissed my lips.

I sighed and stared at him. He was in kissing distance of my face, with his lip tucked. Giving me puppy dog eyes.

“What did the kids eat?”

“Cereal. But I’m a growing man, I need more than that. Please. For me. For your husband.” He pecked my lips.

“Oh my God August, you act crippled. And I’m tired man.”

“You can cook for me, then go back to sleep and I want bother you anymore.”

I put my hand on my head and looked over at the clock. It was ten.

“What do you want August?”

“Steak and eggs.” He looked at me and moved my hair out of my face.

I sighed again.

“Thank you baby.” He repeatedly pecked my lips.

I got up, put on my robe and went downstairs.

All the kids were in the family room watching cartoons and laughing.

I got out the ingredients to make August’s breakfast. Then I heard little feet.