Carter
Aug 👍❤: I'm leaving tomorrow.
Aug 👍❤: How was your date?
Aug 👍❤: Y'all fucking?!
Aug 👍❤: You must be used to me spending, and all that fine wining and dining....
Aug 👍❤: Cataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Aug 👍❤: Wake up.
I woke up to this and more texts from August. Rolling over on my side, I saw Devon dressing.
"Where you going?" I stretched.
"Mama gotta go to work, Bella gotta be dropped off at her mom's. Trust I would stay longer, but." He said finishing getting dressed.
"I know. Call me later?"
"Of course." He kissed my forehead and he was in his way out.
Are we together or? I mean... Are we dating? Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something? I'm lowkey laughing at myself using Childish Gambino's words from the song Heartbeat.
"Can I come in?" August knocked.
"Yeah."
He walked in with a plate and some orange juice in his hand.
"Ro and I made you some breakfast, you hungry?" He sat beside me.
''Yeah, looks good. Thanks Aug."
"And Ro." August nudged.
"And Ro." I took a bite out of my omelet. "What you got planned for today?"
"Pack, nothing really. You know, we made a smart and handsome son." August thought.
"Yeah, he gets it from you."
"Nah Roland going to college. He doing shit that most of my family members haven't done. Him and my nieces." He took a piece of my omelet.
"I feel you. How's ya mom?" I looked at him.
"Good."
I knew him, one word answers were not good. He knew better with me, why must he insist on trying?
"You haven't talked to her have you?" I rubbed his hair.
"Not in two weeks. She don't believe we got a son together Cata. She think I only came to win you back." He shook his head in disbelief.
"Seriously? Wow. That's crazy." That's literally all I could say.
"But ima show her I'm not like my steppops b." He laid his head back on the headboard.
"Aug, baby, you are not him, never have been him, and never will be him. You came all the way out here, to Virginia, to see ya son. How many motherfuckers would do that shit? You spent more money on Ro this weekend with clothes and shoes, food, making sure he got everything that he need, doing more than I've even tried to do in his almost 4 years man. You're doing an amazing ass job with this father shit and if she's not proud of you, then I'm proud of you as your friend and the mother of my, OUR son." I drank some orange juice, making him look at me.
"You love me?"
"What?" I scrunched up my face.
He knew the answer.
"Do you love me?" He asked once again.
"Yes, I love you August."
"Don't make me suffer anymore, be with me."
