Auggie in the m/m. Ignore the happy birthday stuff lol. Auggie is turning four soon, just not in this chapter.
August POV-
"Pop-pop when mommy coming?" Auggie climbed up in my bed.
I was laying down watching television. Amber was working late. She assured me it wasn't anything strenuous. Just making up for the mini vacation we had.
Sata spent the night over Cha's house. Kay had a mini spa party. I thought Sata was too young by Cha insisted. I gave in.
"Later tonight Auggie."
"Oh man." He pouted.
"Oh man? That's how you treat your father?"
"You boring." He shrugged.
"I'm boring?" I slightly chuckled.
"Mm-hm." He shook his head playing with his feet.
"How am I boring?"
He shrugged. "I just want mommy. She fun."
"She fun? What she do I don't do?"
"I'ono. She...she tell me funny jokes."
"Pop-pop got funny jokes."
"What?" He cheesed in my face. Just waiting for my jokes.
"You know Pop-pop was going to be a comedian."
"Wats dat?"
"They tell jokes for a living."
"But you uh dentist."
"I know. But I used to be a comedian."
"Where?"
"All over the world."
"The whole world?" He opened his arms.
"Yup. I was good too."
"Why you no do it no more?"
"I had you and Sata. You wanna hear my jokes?"
"Yeah." He put his finger in his mouth and smiled. "They betta be good."
"Trust me they are." I sat up and rubbed my hands together.
"Okay. What did Mr. And Mrs. Hamburger name their daughter?"
"I'ono." He shrugged.
"Patty." I laughed.
He looked at me unamused.
"You get it hamburger Patty." I tried to explain.
"Can we call mommy?" He scratched his head.
"You didn't laugh at my joke A3."
"I no get it."
"Okay listen to this one. What did the icicle say to the other icicle before leaving?"
He shrugged.
"Bi-cycle."
"I want mommy." He plopped back on the bed sighing, getting restless.
"You hurting my feelings Auggie. You don't love me like you love mommy."
" uh-huh."
"You don't show me no love." I folded my arms and pouted.
He laughed and tried to give me a hug.
"Nah. Keep it." I slightly pushed him away.
"Why you be mean Pop-pop?"
"I'm not being mean. But sometimes I want to hang with my son and do man stuff."
"Man stuff?"
"Yeah."
"What dat mean?"
"Stuff we as men do. What you want to do?"
"I'ono."
"Let's do something me and your uncles used to do when were little." I got off the bed.
"Come on."
He got down and followed me into the hall.
I opened our brand new pack of toilet paper. It was 15 rolls. Amb was gonna kill me, but I wanted to do something fun with my son.
"What we do?"
"We bout ta' bowl."
"Wit what?" He asked confused.
"You'll see."
I took 12 rolls and set them up in the far corner of my room by the wall. Stacked on top of each other like a pyramid.
"Those gon be our pins. And we gon use Pop-pop socks as our bowling balls."
I went into my sock drawer and pulled out a package of new white socks. It had six pair in a pack.
"Auggie take em', and roll em' together like this." I took two socks and showed him how to roll them in a ball.
He took two and did it.
"Like dis?"
"Mm-hmm. Now you do the other two. So you have three balls."
"We using dese as balls?"
"Yup." I folded my other.
"I did it." He jumped up and down. "Now what I do?"
"So we gon take the socks and throw it at the toilet paper. Hoping we knock some down."
"Oo dis fun." He clapped.
"You having fun now huh?"
"Yeah."
"You not bored no more?"
"No."
"Good. Alright go. Stay right here tho. You get too close that's cheating."
He shook his head.
"Can I go?"
"Yup."
He threw the sock and it knocked down about five pins.
"Good job A3. High-five."
We high fived.
"Pop-pop dis man stuff?"
"Yup. Put the pins back up for Pop-Pop."
"Okay." He ran over to the rolls of paper and stacked them. But they all fell down.
I went over to him and showed him how to stack them.
"Remember that for next time okay?"
"Okay." He ran back and picked up the sock.
I held my hand back like I was really bowling and tossed the sock. All of them except the ones on the bottom fell.
"Ooo you did good. I wanna get dat many." Auggie said excited.
I stacked them back up for him.
"Okay Auggie go. This time throw a little harder."
"Okay." He picked up the sock and tossed it. All of them except the ones on the bottom fell.
"Good job man." I moved some of the socks out the way.
"Hi-five Pop-Pop." He wanted to high-five me.
I gave him a high-five and laughed.
We played until my arm got tired. I got the tissue and put it back in the closet. Hoping Amb didn't notice and picked up the socks.
"Pop-pop what's more man stuff?"
"Let's go warm up mommy food. She should be here soon. Men take care of ladies."
"Dat mean Sata?"
"Yup." We walked down the stairs. "You hold the door for your sister and mother. And you be nice to them."
"Even when Sata mean to me?"
"Yup."
"But she call me a Chicken nugget head all da time?"
"Still as a man you got to be sweet to your sister. Here put mommy silverware on the table." I handed him the fork and knife to put on the table.
I put her some food that I had cooked. I made baked chicken and rice pilaf. With some broccoli and cauliflower covered with cheese. Then put it in the microwave.
I put the rest of the food in tupperwear containers and put it up in the fridge.
Auggie was sitting at the table.
"Pop-pop can I have an ice-cream sandwich?"
I got one out and gave it to him.
The front door opened. He popped up and ran to it.
"Hey baby!" Amb said excited.
They walked in the kitchen.
"I was just warming up your food baby." I told her as the microwave stopped.
"I could've did it. But thank you anyway/" She put her briefcase on the counter, then came over to me and gave me a kiss.
"Gon get changed so you can eat." I got her plate out.
"Okay." She disappeared upstairs.
"Get mommy a sprite out Auggie."
He jumped up and looked in the fridge and got Amb a can of sprite. I got down a glass and filled it up with ice. Then sat it on the table next to the can of Sprite.
"You a good boy Auggie and Pop-Pop love you man." I rubbed his head.
"Love you too Pop-Pop."
I gave him a kiss.
"That good Auggie?" Amb came into the kitchen seeing Auggie killing that ice-cream sandwich.
"Yes."
She washed her hands at the sink, then sat down to eat.
"What y'all do while mommy was gone?" She opened her can of sprite.
"Man stuff." Auggie said with a mouth full of ice-cream
"Man stuff?" Amb looked at me, like you better not have my baby doing foolishness.
"We bowled." Auggie said.
"You bowled." She took a sip.
"Mm-hm. With socks and toilet paper."
"Aug tell me y'all didn't play with my new toilet paper?"
"We put it back bae. Calm down. You can still use it on that Georgia peach."
"Shut up."
We chuckled together.
"Pop-pop say men are nice to ladies. Even Sata when she call me a chicken nugget head."
"Is that what Pop-pop say?" She looked at me and smirked.
"Mm-hm. I had fun."
I beamed with pride. My son actually had fun with me.
"That's good." Amb said eating her food.
"Not as much fun as with you mommy."
My smiled disappeared. "Auggie."
Amb laughed.
"Lil suck up." I told Auggie.
"You mommy favorite man ain't that right babe?" Amb touched the bridge of his nose, with her finger.
"Mm-mm." He had ice-cream all over his mouth.
"Wipe your mouth sweetie." She took a napkin and wiped his mouth.
"Don't nobody in my house love me. Sata love Trav. Auggie, you. My wife, buffer head."
She eyed me.
"I'm playing baby." I came over to her and tried to hug her.
"Get away." She held a fork up like she was going to stab me with it.
"Damn. I was playing." I took a sip of her Sprite.
"August!"
"I can share a Sprite with my wife."
"Get away." She shooed me away.
"Me and the new baby are going to be best friends."
"I'm sure you will be." Amb rolled her eyes.
"Watch me."
"Speaking of new baby. We have one month left and I got the perfect name."
"No to whatever it is." I was so sick of her name suggestions.
"Just listen. Amiri. Amiri Sylvester Alsina."
"Like Amiri Baraka the revolutionary poet?"
"Mm-hmm. So we got all our kids named after great black people. Assata. After Assata Shakur. Amiri. After Amiri Baraka. And August after my wonderful husband."
(these are real people by the way who helped shape our world. you should definitely know who they are.)
"That doesn't sound too bad babe. But we gotta add Mel in there somewhere."
"It can come after the Sylvester."
"Why after?"
"Because I'm your wife and I say so. Remember men are nice to ladies." She got up emptied her plate, Pecked my lips and went upstairs.
Guess I gotta live by own advice.
Auggie got up.
"Where you going man?"
"With mommy."
"Hang with your father a little more."
"Unh-unh." He ran off.
Ain't this some bs?