IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES Book 2

Chapter 34

**** Their apartment in the m/m. ****

AMBER P.O.V. –

A WEEK LATER

“What you talking about Munch?”

She was sitting in her high-chair talking up a storm, softly banging on it. I had just got done feeding her, and I was now cooking August’s breakfast. His academic counselor had got him a job as a dental assistant and before class he had to meet with the dentist he would be working with.

Living in this apartment was taking some getting adjusting to. I wasn’t used to a space this small, but I reminded myself it was for a temporary period of time so I could bear it. Anything I could do to support Aug I was going to do, so I refused to complain about it. Especially not to him.

The great thing was Stacy moved into our building upstairs. Trav helped her. So at least she was near us and she said she would be more than willing to help out with Sata if we needed it. So that was a plus.

“Morning.” August came in the kitchen, stretching and yawning with his towel around his waist.

“Goodmorning.” I pecked his lips.

“What you cooking?” He held my waist and looked over the stove.

“Nothing too big. Just some bacon, eggs and biscuits.”

He took a biscuit then went over to Munch, who was giggling.

“Give Pop-Pop kiss.” He picked her up out the high-chair. She wasn’t focused on kissing him, she was focused on that biscuit.

He chewed a piece until it was mashed, then put a little on her tongue.

“August don’t be giving her too much of that she can choke.”

“I chewed it. It ain’t no big chunk.”

She kept reaching for the biscuit. He took a piece and chewed it until it was a mashed substance then put it on her tongue again.

She made a funny face as she chewed on it. Sorta like she tasted something sour.

“That’s good Munch?” August asked her.

She clapped her hands excitedly.

“She like that.” He smirked at me and sat down at the kitchen table.

He kept doing that, until she grabbed the biscuit.

“Munch, you can’t take Daddy biscuit now.” He laughed and took it from her.

She started crying.

“Stop that.” He looked at her, raising his chin.

She kept crying. He put her over his shoulder and patted her back to calm her down.

I fixed his plate and put it on the table.

“You shouldn’t have got her started in the first place.” I took her from him.

“Calm down Mama’s baby.” I kissed her cheek and she slowly started to stop crying. I took her into the living room to sit on the couch.

August rolled his eyes and started eating.

“Why you rolling your eyes?”

“Because you blowing me right now.”

“Why? Because I said of course if you give her something and take it away, she’s going to cry?”

“I guess you a baby expert huh?” He shook his head and broke a piece of his bacon.

“No, I’m not. And I’m not trying to be mean baby, I’m just saying that’s common sense. That’s all. So just next time you choose to do that, know if she wants some more she’s going to cry.” I tried to further explain to deflect an argument.