Poetic Justice {August Alsina Story}

Chapter 15 On/Off

Hm?,"

"Im hungry,"

"What do you want to eat baby?," I smiled.

"Your going to cook for me?,"

"Nah, we about to order takeout," -.-. "You want Chinese?  or?,"

"Chinese," he gets up and orders through the phone. I get up and check on Cienna, she was up the whole time. I smile and pick her up. "You were up the whole time?," She squirms.  "Hm were you tricking me," I set her on the bed, August smiles at her and orders.

"Yeah,"

"You see Daddy?," she sucks on her hand.
She reaches out for something. I grab the scarf and run its gently over her face. She tries to grab it, she goes crazy. "Babe look," August hangs up.

"Dont mess with my baby like that,"

"Your baby?,"

"Geah," August picks her up. "Oh and uh they delivering," I nod.

"Hm," I hand him her bottle.

"What?,"

"Feed her," he sucks his teeth.

"I know when my baby is hungry, and she isn't," he hands me back the bottle.

"Really?," I show her the bottle and she reaches for it and whines.

"You don't want that baby," she looks at him, I hand him the bottle.

"Mel," I look up from my phone. "I made us a day for just us,"

"Aww really when?,"

"Next week, on Friday," I smile.

"How sweet, you must want something," he laughs.

"Nah, I wanna make up the anniversary to you," I smile and kiss his cheek. 

"Your so sweet," I say grabbing his face and kissing him.

"DING DONG!,"

"I'll get it," I get up and grab my wallet and walk downstairs. I pay for the Chinese food, and make August's plate.

"Thank you," he says, he hands Cienna over to me.

"Hey beautiful," I say, feeding her. She begins to fall asleep, I continue to rock her and feed her. I set her down on the bed and start eating.

***

"UGH!," I fall back onto the bed and relax after all that work at putting Cienna to sleep.

"Whats wrong now?, "August asks.

"Im so tired,"

"You need an energy booster?," he climbs ontop of me.

"I think I'll just go to sleep," I say smiling.

"You sure?," he says kissing my neck. Leaving hickies.

"I don't know," he chuckles against my skin. I giggle as he does something with his tongue. "August,"

"Hm?,"

"Baby I've been thinking about getting my tubes tied,"

"Why?," he stops.

"Im tired of being pregnant,"

"Then I'll start using a condom,"

"Babe we all know you wont,"

"I promise babe, look," he shows me the condoms.

"I have something else,"

"What?,"