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Him? Or...Him? P9

Christina POV

I dressed London up to go see August again. As we were about to leave, the doorbell rang. I held London in my arms and went to get the door.

"August, we were coming -"

"We need to talk " he said standing there.

There was a limo parked in front.

"What's going on? " I asked.

He sighed then took London from my arms. He smiled at her then kissed her nose.

"Im leaving again " he finally said.

I shifted my weight to one foot.

"Again? You were just gone...how long? "

He looked at me then sighed.

"My management team are making me tour... In Africa, Europe, & Australia "

I widened my eyes. "3 Continents? In what, 3 months? "

He held his head back down. He smiled at London when she started giggling and spitting.

"A year or more" he said lowly. Then he looked at me, seeing my reaction.

"A-A year!" I yelled.

D'Angelo was coming down the stairs with his pajama pants on.

"Whats going o- .. oh nevermind " he said coming behind me.

He looked at August then kissed my cheek. August didn't say anything. He just started to play with London again.

"I'll leave you two.. Well, three..alone" he said before walking off.

Once he was gone back upstairs, August looked back up at me.

"Surprised he aint say nothing outta line. Cus I was already ready"

I chuckled at August's remark.

"And what were you going to say? "

"If he said some dumb shit, I was gon say he can't talk cus we made London when he almost was finna die" (Rude Asf💀)

My mouth dropped. "August! That's the meanest thing to say somebody who was in a coma! "

"I dont care. Its true "

I shook my head. The limo honked. August turned around and put up his index finger. Then he gave me back London.

"Awww, you're gonna miss her 1st birthday " I said pouting.

"I'll be there, don't worry. Just tell me a week before okay? " He smiled.

He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a fat envelope with a rubber band around it.

"Turn around " he said.

I turned around, not facing him.

He squeezed my ass, causing me to jump.

"Augu-"

He chuckled. "Its my last time "

Then he opened my back pocket on my jeans. He stuffed the white envelope in it. Then I turned back around to him.

"What's in there? " I asked.

"A credit card, a picture of her and me, & a couple thousands. I'll put money on the card whenever I can"

"You don't have to do that. I can afford stuff "

"I know you can. But what kinda father would I be if I left my mini me for a long time and not leave her money and a memory "