***yo have y'all ever read the comments under Aug interviews? I was reading the comments under the latest hot 97 one after his coma and people are talking about he can't talk. I don't get it. He has an accent. They are so ignorant."
Amber POV-
Trav was glancing around the kitchen cautiously before he entered it.
I looked around to see what he was looking at. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to make sure you cool, cause somebody went up on a Tuesday in this Muthafucka yesterday." He stood at the door.
"Travis stop." I shook my head laughing, while ironing the kids clothes.
"I thought I had it bad, cause you know when Stac get mad her Latina come out. But you, you said yo eraser shaped head." He fell over on the table laughing. "And then you said his pitiful ass ring pop. Boah I wanted to bust up right there. I swear in my mind, I was rolling."
"He stay saying reckless stuff. Than two seconds later wanna crawl up under me like "babe that ain't how a wife supposed to treat her husband."" I mocked him. "When I give him the silent treatment or don't want him around me."
"Him being the baby he's always been a spoiled brat. It used to make me sick. And he'd cry and mama would give him his way. Soft ass." Trav actually got mad remember their childhood.
"Leave him alone. He is spoiled tho. Watch he's going to hit me with that line. He always does it. He's like a big version of Auggie. But Auggie's 3. I can understand him. Aug's 28." I finished ironing their clothes.
"Have you talked to Stac since you been here?"
"Nah. She won't pick up."
"Just give her a minute. Let's figure this proposal out and then we'll find a way to get her out here."
O and Sata ran into the kitchen.
"Stop running." I handed them their uniforms.
"Sata I need you to pick up Auggie's homework for me."
"Okay. Can Uncle Boobie pick us up?"
"It would be cool to have a fake celebrity pick us up." O said laughing teasing Travis.
"Boy I betcha everybody at that school know me." Trav said helping Sata put on her uniform.
Aug walked in buttoning up his shirt.
"Good morning uncle Aug." O greeted him.
"O the only one that's gon tell me good morning."
Aug looked at me. I knew what he was trying to do. Boy bye. We not friends.
"Good morning daddy." Sata ran to him and hugged his legs.
"Nah don't goodmorning me now."
"What type of cereal y'all want?" I asked the kids.
"Fruity pebbles." They said.
I got bowls and spoons. I put the cereal and milk on the table.
I was going to pour it, but Trav said he would do it. I got out the ingredients to make a half of sandwich for Auggie so he could take his medicine. While I was standing at the counter I felt hands softly wrap around my stomach and a kiss on my neck.
"You can't say goodmorning to your husband?"
Was he really acting like last night didn't happen? 😒
I ignored him and kept making the sandwich. Trav was at the table talking and laughing with the kids.
"You don't love me no more?"
I rolled my eyes and broke away from his grip. I got my baby's sandwich and bottled water so he could take his medicine.
"Have fun at school y'all. And Sata do not forget Auggie's homework please."
"I'm not."
I left and went upstairs.
My day while Aug was at work consisted of nothing but cellular harassment. It's when someone stays hitting up your phone yet you made it clear you don't want to talk.
Aug: Amb. I'm sorry babe.
Call.
Aug: you ignoring me?
Call.
Aug: you don't love your husband no more?
Call.
Aug: you want me to pick up dinner?
Call.
Aug: pick up the phone. how is Auggie?
Call.
Aug: you not supposed to treat your husband like this.
Call.
It was like every-time he had a break he either called or texted me. And every-time I ignored him.
My Night
Auggie had fell asleep and I decided to take a shower before I went to bed.
"August why are you in here?" I rolled my eyes as he got in the shower behind me.
"Why you ignoring me babe?" He wrapped both his arms around my waist and pulled me into his naked body. The water ran down both of us.
"Because you were wrong."
"I talked to Stacy and that's what she felt. I was just looking out for her babe." He kissed my shoulder blade.
"I don't even care about the Stacy part." I turned to face him. "But I do care that you accused me of sleeping with your brother."
"You know I ain't mean that. I was frustrated that you was taking his side and not mine." He brought me into him and locked his arms around my waist.
"You never mean it and that hurt me because you know I'm trying my hardest to win your trust back."
"I didn't say you wasn't."
"By saying that, in oh so many words you were. You made it seem like I'm some hoe that will sleep with your brother and not only that, while I'm pregnant with your baby."
"Mama I said I'm sorry."
I felt tears drizzle down my eyes.
"Amb." He tried to kiss my neck still holding me.
I pushed his face away from mine.
"I was so concerned about your trust that when Trav said don't tell you about the proposal and our plan, I said no we have to because i don't want his mind in left field." I wiped my eyes.
"Amb baby I'm sorry. I really am. You my everything and when it comes to you I'm jealous. I don't care who the other nigga is. It could be Trav or it could be some outside nigga. If I feel like you giving more of you to them than me, then I get emotional about it."
"You always got an excuse." I unwrapped his hands from around me and went back to washing up, turning away from him.
"So you don't love me no more?" He wrapped his arms around my stomach.
"Stop doing that. I do have a baby inside me you know."
He ignored him, keeping his hands firmly around me.
"You don't love the man who works his hands to the bone to provide for you." He kissed my neck.
"You don't love the man who you vowed to love and cherish till death do us part?" He kissed the other side of my neck.
"Get out the shower." I turned to him.
He ignored me and instead trapped me with his one hand above my head.
"You don't love the man whose initials on your breast?" He kissed the anchor tat with his initials.
"You don't love the father of your children and the one inside you?" He towered over me as the water ran down his head to his feet.
"I don't know what father of their children would say some of this shit you say to me sometimes."
He looked at me for a minute not saying anything. I knew from his ego rising he was horny and from the river between my legs I was too. But I wasn't giving into him this easily.
"How can I make it up to you?" He kissed me.
"Change your actions, stop with the sorrys. And stop hurting me with things you say."
"Imma do it." He pecked my lips.
"Let me wash you up." He tried to take my towel.
"I got it."
"Can I sleep with you?" He asked me still trying to squirm his way back into my heart.
"No."
He sighed, rinsed the soap he got on him from me off his body then got out.
I finished washing up, dried off and went to the room.
Auggie was still sleep. And Aug wasn't in the room. More than likely he was in the basement.
I love him and God knows he was looking too right in the shower, but I don't know what he thought. I'm sick of his diarrhea at the mouth.
I would use my Idris aka vibrator to relieve this excitement he caused.
But my baby is asleep in my bed so I'll just have to dream. 😣