The One Night Stand {An August Alsina Story}

Chapter 10.

~Bethany~

Surprisingly, August has changed since that night two months ago.

He was even going with me to my first ultrasound tomorrow.

Yes, I decided not to go through with the abortion.

August was pretty happy but Derek, not so much.

I hadn't seen him in a while and I missed my buddy.

He hated August and anything that had to do with him.

If it wasn't for me carrying his child, Derek would have been tried to beat August's ass.

Derek was bonding with Darrien again so I sat at home watching The Notebook when August called and asked if he could come in.

I said yes and then thought about it.

Hold up, come in?

Is he outside?

I sat my pickle and peanut butter down and tip toed to the curtains to see August's ass about to ring the doorbell.

I opened the door just as his finger pushed the button.

"Hey." I said, forcing a smile.

Just because I'm pregnant by him doesn't mean I have to like him.

I opened it wider and waited for him to stop pressing the damn doorbell but he just smirked and held his finger on it.

"Damn it August!" I yelled about to slam the door but he slips in before I could, laughing.

I mean mugged him and went back to my movie.

"Ight. I'm sorry B." He said after his laughing subsided.

He dropped down beside me on the couch, making me drop my pickle.

"August!" I glared at him. "You are so damn childish."

I crossed my arms and slouched back against the couch.

He laughed again.

"Awww my bad, Bethany. I can-aye B ya crying? It was just a damn pickle!"

"It was a good ass pickle." I pouted.

I ignored him as he kept fake apologizing before he left then returned, handing me another pickle.

"Yay!" I snatched it from him, immediately picking up the jar of peanut butter.

"Pregnant ass." He mumbled as I scooped the pb in my mouth after biting the pickle and moaning.

I gave him a stank face as if to say 'Bitch, you got me pregnant'.

"I wouldn't be pregnant if you would have wrapped it up dumbass." I smacked the back of his neck. "Or better yet, take me to the damn clinic. It's a 24 hour one uptown-"

"NO!" He raised his voice, making me jump. "You ain't killing my seed Bethany."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms again.

"I would if you would let me." I mumbled under my breath but not low enough.

"Bethany you can't get an abortion. We done discussed this shit already." He sighed.

Damn.

He heard me.

Hold up...

"No," I got up into his face. "You've discussed this and all I could do was listen!"

He turned away from me and I saw something shimmer on his face.

Is he...crying?

"August," I whispered, trying to get him to face me. "August, look at me."

I didn't mean to hurt the man's feelings.

He slowly turned and it was hard to missthe tears that fill his eyes.

I'd never seen August cry, not even when his mom passed.

I thought he was a heartless bastard with no soul, but I guess even the Devil had his moments.

"August, why does abortion bother you so much?" I said, gently rubbing his back.

I suddenly hated him a little less.

He took a deep breath and told me about all his past women, most he had forgotten their names.

I realized he also had one night stands, like me.

When he talked about getting Sylvia pregnant with his child, I cringed.

He told me about a couple women he got pregnant but made sure they had it "taken care of."

And finally, when he told me about the promise he made to his grandmother, he broke down.

Never had I seen a man cry so heart-wrenchingly hard.

He laid on my lap for an hour just crying, me crying along with him.

Damn hormones.

He only calmed down briefly before falling asleep.

On my damn lap.

Like he wasn't heavy as hell.

I decided to just lay back and tried to process the information he shared with me.

I ran my fingers through his hair out of old habit.

"Okay August," I said to his snoring form. "I won't kill our baby."

He smiled slightly in his sleep and I smiled down at him.

Adoption was still an option though...

Right?