**** So I am so upset. I spent all day yesterday responding to each and every message on the last chapter. However I don’t think Wattpad posted all the responses. And I am so pissed! My hands were like completely numb responding to everybody lol.
But I want to tell you all from the bottom of my heart. I love you. I appreciate you. And your stories and testimonies you shared uplifted me and I’m glad I could uplift most of you. I do it for you guys.
There are a few people who don’t particularly care for my writing. And that’s fine. I’m so busy loving all my readers, I could care less about the people that don't like it. As long as you guys are rocking with me, I'm good
Merry Christmas guys. I hope you get everything you want. But let us never forget that Jesus and his birth is the real reason for the season. So even if you don’t get everything you want or any gifts at all, remember God gave us the greatest gift of all on this day, his son. And in him we have everything we need.
Love ya lots,
Des
Octavian in m/m.
AUGUST P.O.V –
“Daddy can we please listen to something else?” Sata held her head in annoyance.
“Old MACDONALD had a farm. E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a cow . E-I-E-I-O.” Auggie sang along to his kids songs tape as we traveled to school.
“You betta sang it Auggie!” I laughed.
“With a moo moo here. And a moo moo there. Here a moo, there a moo. Everywhere a moo moo. Old MacDonald had a farm. E-I-E-I-O.” Auggie sang louder.
“You sound almost as good as your Pop-Pop.” I looked at Auggie through the mirror.
“Daddy stop lying.” Sata rolled her eyes.
“I love this song Pop-Pop.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” He shook his head.
“I wanna farm when I grow big.” He did a hand gesture to indicate big.
“And you smell like a farm.” Sata chimed in laughing.
“I no smell like a farm. I smell like Pop-Pop.”
“Riiiiiiiight.” Sata rolled her eyes.
“Pop-Pop don’t I smell like you?”
“Yeah you smell good like me. I put a lil of my cologne on you. All the girls gon want you.” I smirked.
“He not even cute.”
“Don’t talk about my son. He look just like me.”
“That means you ugly.” Sata cracked up laughing, slapping her knee.
“You look like me to, so what does that make you?”
“I look like my mommy.”
“Oh you look like your mommy?”
“Yup.”
“Y’all both got big heads so that’s understandable.” I smirked.
A3 laughed. “Sata got a big head.”
“I’m telling mommy you said her head was big. And what you laughing at egg head?”
“I no egg head!”
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Life After Marriage Book 3
FanfictionAugust and Amber newly married learn to navigate the tricky waters of married life. Trilogy to If That's What It Takes.
