Hustle of a Single Father: August A. Story [FINISHED]

1 • My Daily Life

- August POV

"Kayden, babygirl. Wake up." I shook my lil angel softly as she turned over and pulled the covers over her head.

"Five more minutes, daddy." She mumbled in her light New Orleans accent. Today was a Monday, it was always difficult getting her to actually get up.

"But Ms. Jackie probably misses yah and what about yah friends CJ and Mikayla?" I say in hopes of getting her up. She jumped straight up with bright eyes and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Oh yeah! I miss them too, daddy come on." She stated before brushing her teeth and I kiss her softly on her forehead. I head back to my room to get dressed for the day as well.

"Why did yah have to leave me so soon? I can't do this alone...Faith, I need yah." I said to myself while getting dressed. I remember when she first told me she was pregnant.

- Seven years ago

I had just got home from the studio, my woman normally is already whippin' it in the kitchen so I knew something was up. I looked around the whole house until I heard a sniffling sound from the master bathroom. I open the door to see my ole' lady sitting on edge of the bathtub crying her eyes out.

"Faith, what's wrong?" I asked with concern trying to touch her shoulder but she quickly moved.

"I-I'm sorry, Aug." She apologized in between her sobs, to be honest I didn't know what to do. Maybe she's on her period?

"Sorry, for what? Yah  know whateva it is, I forgive yah." I say kneeling down in front of her, resting my hands on her legs.

"No, I've really messed up this time." She stated and that really made me think of what she could have possibly done so wrong? Cheat? Broke my Xbox?

"Baby, please yah scaring me. Tell me what's wrong." I asked again wanting to know more than ever.

She finally looked up at me with red stained eyes, I wipe a tear as it rolled down her cheek.

"August....I'm pregnant." She said as I felt my heart stop beating. Did she just say she's pregnant? No way, my pull out game too strong for that shit.

"You sure it's mine?" I question before she smacked the taste buds outta my mouth. I felt my face turn red and seen the veins showing on my hands and arms, but don't act on the craziness in my head.

"Are you fucking serious, Aug? You're the only man I've been with, let alone slept with in almost 3 years! That's some low ass shit!" She semi yelled throwing the three different pregnancy tests she must've took earlier in my fucking face.

"Well I mean shit, I had to ask!" I semi yelled back following her to the bedroom, I mentally cringe to myself at the thought of us creating a life on the same bed I have to sleep on tonight.

"You're such an ass! You can sex me up all damn night but can't own to your wrongdoing when shit gets real?" She asked putting her hands on her curvy hips.

"I ain't evah say I wouldn't care for my child so yah can shut that bullshit down real quick!" My daddy died at an early age and I wasn't even that close to him, I vowed myself that'll I'll be different and I am.

"Daddy, can yah do my hair?" My thoughts were interrupted by Kayden entering my room with a brush and her Oil free hair gel.

"Sure babygirl, stand right chea'. I said sitting on the edge of my edge as she made her way to me. "What yah want foe today?" I asked while applying the gel all around her big ass head.

"Can yah do two ponytails with the split in the middle?" She asked while played with her fingers. I created the two sections and pull each into a simple ponytail.

"All done babygirl, go get your bag and we'll stop at McDonald's on the way to school." I announced as she damn near ran for her bag. "No running in the house, Kay." I never really call her Kay or Kayden, but I do when I'm serious, pissed or sad.

- Whitney POV

"5, 6, 7, 8." I shouted over the music so my crew and I dance to our routine of "Touchin', Lovin" by Trey Songz. Our managers are trying non stop to get us a big time gig with an well known artist who they won't name.

My friend Alexx does his backflip and I hit my split as the song endes, the crew worked on a few more routines and it was time to leave. Of course that wasn't gonna happen, not while Alexx and I are alone.

"Hey Whit, I was wondering if I can take you out tonight?" He asked wiping his musty ass man stink on his towel. I tried to ignore him, which always fails.
"You asked me just last night, I'm tired and I'd like to be left the alone for the day." I replied carring my duffle bag out to my red Lamborghini in front of the private dance studio.

"Come on Whitney, I can change your life." He gave me one of those perverted smirks, the ones that send unwanting goose bumps up your body.
"Alexx, stop." I death glare him hard as I put my duffle in the passenger seat. He's being chasing me for the longest and everytime I turn him down.

"I'm feelin' myself, feelin' my!" I sing along with Beyonce and Nicki as I drive back to my home not long before I decide to visit my best friend at work. I make a U-turn at the intersection and begin driving to the hospital firm.

"Hey, Whit." She said as I walked up to her office building and she was standing outside. "I got a surprise for you." She said excitedly while hugging me.

"What, Shareece?" I ask wanting to know what she possibly has planned.

"I got tickets to see Chris Brown, girl..We finna turn the fuck up!" She said as I had the biggest smile on my face.

We've been trying to get tickets for the longest and Chris Brown is definitely her addiction.

"Ayye though! So when's the concert?" I ask as we walked across the street to Wendy's.

"Saturday, so pick out your best outfit." She said as she pulled out her credit card.

"Better yet, let's go shopping. On me." I said as she nodded in agreement before placing her order.

At Wendy's we laugh and talk about everything that has happened this week, Shareece and I are best friends. We met in 7th grade and been close ever since, the one thing that we bond over is music.

Shareece looked down at her Rolex. "My break is over, I'll hit you up later." She said grabbing her drink and throwing away her left over food.

"Aight." I said doing the same and giving her a hug. "Saturday is finna be fire, girl." I say as we walked back to the hospital.

This concert might give me a chance to see what my life could be like up front, I've been dreaming to be a performer and now I witness it first hand.