The One Night Stand {An August Alsina Story}

Chapter 17.

~August~

The hot water from the shower helped me to relax.

I glanced down and chuckled.

Bethany had no idea what she did to me.

I took care of my business and then stepped out and dry off.

Bethany walked in just as I was drying my back with the towel.

"August I need-Good God in Heaven..."

I laughed at the expression on her face.

Her eyes were wide with her mouth open and her breathing was ragged.

"Bethany." I chuckled.

Her eyes stayed locked on my package.

"Huh?" She blinked quickly and frowned at my smirking face. "What do you want?"

I wrapped the towel back around my waist.

"Excuuuse me?" I snapped my fingers and rolled my neck. "But you walked up in here, Boo Boo."

She laughed and rolled her eyes, "Whatever. I need to go home for some clothes."

"Nah, I got clothes fa' ya." I walked out of the bathroom.

"August I'm not wearing no damn basketball shorts and a tank top to IHOP!" She groaned.

"Chill." I calmy said.

"August no! My stomach is too big-"

"Bethany...B shut the hell up!" She shut her mouth immediately.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nursery.

"There. Clothes." I stood her in front of a set of doors and walked back into my room.

These damn pregnancy hormones need to chill.

~Bethany~

I should have slapped August upside the head for how he just talked to me.

Wanna yell at me like I'm a child.

Ooh if I wasn't pregnant...

I opened up the closet he directed me to.

It was full of sundresses, shirt, skirts, jeans, and all kinds of other maternity things.

And they're all my size!

I guess August was serious when he said he wanted me to move in.

I rubbed my stomach and smiled.

"You see what I do for you?"

I grabbed a knee-length sky blue and white sundress and some white sandals.

I walked into the attached bathroom and found brand new hair tools, a new toothbrush, toothpaste,and mouthwash.

Oh thank God.

My breath is outta there.

After freshening up and using the bathroom twice, I returned into August's room to see him on his phone, fully dressed, laying on the bed.

He stood when he saw me and smiled.

"You look beautiful." He said, his eyes roaming my body.

"Thank you." I blushed and dropped my gaze.

He lifted my chin with his finger.

"Ion kno' why you actin' shy." He chuckled.

His cologne invaded my nostrils.

My eyes started to flutter closed because he now was softly rubbing my cheek.

I tried to play it off.

"Come on, I'm starving." I walked past him and downstairs to his garage.

My jaw dropped.

All these damn cars...

"Well get in." He slid in the driver's side of his red Benz.

"Arrogant asshole." I muttered, sitting down in the passenger seat.

"Oh baybeh," He moaned playfully, rubbing my thigh. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

I squirmed and slapped his hand away.

He busted out laughing and placed his hand back on the wheel.

"Play too damn much." I turned to the window.

That accent will be the death of me.

If only he knew of the river between my legs right now...

~•~•~•~•~

Before we could even get all the way into the parking space, I'm moving as fast as I can through the front doors.

When August finally walked his long ass in, I'd already been seated and ordered my food.

"For a pregnant chick, you run pretty fast."

"Suck my dick." I flipped him off.

"Gladly." He cheesed.

"Nasty." I laughed and threw my straw at him.

He shrugged. "You like it soo.."

"Anywhoo..." I put my hand in his face.

He laughed and picks up his menu.

After five minutes, I notice him concentrating on it hella hard.

"Is it that serious?" I joked.

He blinked and looked at me.

"Huh? Oh, nah." He placed it down and folded his hands.

I started scrolling through my phone waiting for my food to arrive.

I looked up and he's staring at me.

"Is there something on my face or..." I wiped my face.

"Nah." He kept staring. "Have you thought about what we were talking about last night?"

"What you mean?" I played dumb.

"Bethany, move in with me. I wanna be closer to my son."

I should have known this was coming.

"But he's not due for another 4 and a 1/2 months. What if we-" I stopped. "What if something happens? What if you, or I, meet someone? Or something goes wrong with the baby? August, nothing can happen to this baby..."

I started hyperventilating just thinking about it.

"Baybeh, calm down. He'll be fine as long as you stay healthy." He grabbed my hand across the table and rubbed his thumb over it reassuringly. "And for us...we just have to see where this goes."

I finally gathered the courage to ask him the question that had been bugging me all morning.

"But what is this, August?" I gestured between the two of us. "What are we?"

He opened his mouth then closed it and releases my hand.

"Parents." He looked away from me. "We're parents."

Thankfully, my food came so I didn't have to reply to him.

He watched me eat for a while.

"I'ma use the bathroom real quick." He stood and walked away.

What was with him?

And I'd thought my emotions were fucked up.