More Than Friends

Chapter 74

*Payton in MM*

Hey y'all, how is it going?

August woke up and got ready for to go to the studio. Payton had already made him breakfast so he got up and showered getting ready to go out. As he was about to call Dawg, his phone went off with a text.

Dawg- Yung studio cancelled for today, P said you need to rest your leg. I agree with her so I cancelled it for today, enjoy your day brother. -12:42 pm.

"Payton did you tell dawg not to come get me so I can to the studio" August asked her as she stood in the kitchen cleaning up.

"Yea, your legs needs a lot of rest" she told him as he stood by the kitchen counter.

"P is boring being in this house I wanna go out" August sat down in the counter stool.

"August you do what you want but I'm telling you as a doctor if you pop them stitches you gone end up in a wheelchair until they heal" Payton told him and August smacked his teeth.

"Man I don't care, I'm tired of being in this damn house and you tell Dawg not to let me go in a studio" August said completely upset.

"August go do whatever you want yo, but if you pop them stitches you on your own with that one because I'm not putting them back" Payton told him as his tone seemed tense.

"Whatever" August got up and walked off.

Once Payton got done cleaning up, she went on the other side of the house to relax. Shawn had Adam in his room playing the game and August was upset so she just went to relax. As she sat down in the extra room she would soon turn into her office she grabbed her Grandmother diary.

She had found it back when the house caught on fire. The diary & her Bible was the only thing that didn't burn. She hadn't read the diary since she got it rebuilt but today she was going to try her best to read as much as she could.

"Here we go" Payton took a deep breath as she got comfortable on the couch and opened the diary.

Evening Diary, today was crazy. My daughter had more twins and I had to leave work to go get the girl because she didn't want her. I can't believe that girl told them to kill the babygirl and keep the boy. But I was there to take her in because she is the most precious little girl I've ever seen since they took Paris away. She has the cutest dimples and she doesn't cry much. I hope that God can help me raise her because I know I don't have many years left if cancer comes back. So for my joy, I'll raise this precious little grandmother of mine until my dying day. Goodnight.