August.
Ultrasound pictures in 3D look cool, but then again, that's weird as fuck. Like why that baby look like that? Ion know, but Dr. Carr told Draya that she needed to keep her levels of stress down in order to keep the baby. She recommended that she started going to see a therapist or find a different way to relieve stress.
I was all for her doing that shit, especially when she got a crazy ass uncle to deal with.
Literally, all the shit he bought her for Christmas shows he spending money recklessly. Did I tell you the nigga bought her a Benz? Yeah. Since you throwing money around, gimme a couple grand for the hell of it.
Trav been schemin' and he came up with a way to get his money, without fucking with Draya. Another one of his clients, works with Torian. He been popping up on a regular basis at his firm, and letting that nigga know his time running short. If he lose something close to him, he'a pay his dues. His bitch seems like a good candidate.
It's New Years Eve and I'm ready to turn the fuck up. Some of my people coming through tonight for our party. They always live, and everybody off the block be outchea.
My slow moving ass girlfriend was supposed to be here already. Lemme call her.
Draya.
"August! Sit down!" I yelled to my child who wouldn't stop running around the kitchen. "When you fall don't cry." And as usual, he fell and started crying. I sighed and went to help him.
"Mama, it hurt." He pointed to his arm.
"I told you to stop running, see what happens when you don't listen?"
"Draya, he's fo' not twelve. He'on unda'stand shit you just said about not listenin'." He kissed my cheek as he came in the kitchen with a four month old Adria in his arms.
"Hi mama's baby." I cooed taking her out of his arms. She giggled and caught my hair in a death grip. "Adriaaaaa." August chuckled, prying her fingers off.
"Wassup lah' dude?" August said messing with AJ. I ended up naming my son after August, and with a child by him. We still live in Atlanta, and we're both working.
My uncle is in jail for rape of another girl, and something he did years before my parents died. As long as he's away from us.
Jeremiah's in school, and Adria goes to daycare until I get off. Mama Sheila watches her from time to time, but we didn't want to overbear her with our kids even though she says its fine. It's a pride thing.
"Aug, go get your bag, it's time to go." He ran upstairs and I put Adria in her car seat. Arms wrapped around my waist.
"What time you get off ta'night?"
"Six, and your mom is picking Adria up from daycare and Miah up from school." He mumbled 'okay' against my neck, and went to get his things ready for work. AJ came running down the stairs.
"Mommy, is my lunch ready?"
"Yes it is baby." He went into the kitchen and got his lunch out of the refrigerator. Aug jogged down the stairs, looking for something. "It's in the kitchen on the counter."
"Thank ya. What car you drivin'?"
"Well you're driving your Range, and we drove the 745 yesterday, sooo we're taking the Benz."
"Heads up." I turned and caught the keys. I grabbed Adria's diaper bag and car seat. The Aug Boys were standing by the door waiting on us. He takes AJ to school and I take Ri.
