August POV
10 years later...
Its been a long while since shit went down. Let's take a trip down memory lane shall we. Lol.
***Flashback***
I woke up in a hospital room surrounded by all my people. Some doctors came through the doors to check on me. Apparently I was hyperventilating and passed out, the last thing I remembered was going to sleep tho which was weird as hell to me.
The door opened and Jada came in a wheelchair, with Ariana. My body went numb, I didn't know if I was seeing things or if this was real. It couldn't have been real, she died. The doctor came back and told me she died.
Everyone left out the room and Jada wheeled herself over to the bed sitting in front on me. She placed Ari in her bassinet then turned to look at me. I raised an eyebrow, while raising my arm to touch her face.
"H-How are you here right now?" I caressed her check softly.
"August what are you talking about baby?" She grabbed my hand.
"They told me you died, you're dead. I must be going crazy or some shit, I need to get up outta here." This shit was fucking with my mind.
"Baby, I didn't die. I started to lose a lot of blood but they figured it all out in surgery. When they brought me back to the room you were gone. Mama Sheila and Chris said you passed out. Now we're here." So I was dreaming, I couldn't even be mad. Thank God it was a dream. I pulled Jada close to me, hugging her body closer to mine. I kissed her forehead and rubbed circles on her lower back.
"I love you Jada."
"I love you more papa."
***Flashback Over***
I still couldn't believe that shit was a dream. That was definitely one realistic feeling ass dream. I walked downstairs fully dressed seeing everyone sitting at the table while Jada made breakfast.
"Good Mawnin' Family."
"Morning daddy!" I kissed the girls on the forehead while I dapped Anthony up.
"Wassup Pops." I laughed it still amazes me that I have a 16 year old son. Wow. Make my ass feel old. Kayla, being 19, now she really made me feel old. In college studying music and early education. I was beyond proud of my lil girl.
I walked into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Jada who was washing her hands.
"Good Mawnin' Beautiful." I kissed her neck repeatedly.
"Good Morning Papa." She turned the water off drying her hands on the towel before she turned around wrapping her arms around my neck.
"How'd you sleep?" She smirked. Jada was such a freak, over these past ten years her ass done grew to be almost just as freaky as me. I loved it tho.
"I slept exceptionally well mamas, you put it on me good ma. But how'd you sleep baybeh cause I know I toe' that ass up." I rubbed circles on her ass. She smiled.
"Very. Very. Well." She said in between kisses. I laughed pecking her lips and squeezing her ass before walking to the fridge.
"I can't keep fucking witchu Jada, these kids ain't gon neva eat." She laughed making plates. I sat the orange juice and apple juice down on the table.
"Daddy, Ava won't gimme my doll!" Aaliyah whined while Ava sat looking at her unbothered. I laughed to myself shaking my head. They were twins, and let me tell you, they went at it all the time.
