August
I was in the studio working on a track, when my producer Knucklehead handed me a phone.
"Somebody wanna talk to you." He stated.
"Tell em to talk to you. I'm busy right now." I waved him out my face.
"She says it's important." He insisted.
I snatched the phone out his hand, gave him a dirty look, and put the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey August." It was Carter.
"Whassup, I'm working right now, what you need?" I questioned.
"I'm sorry, but I gotta tell you this." She sighed.
"What is it?" I was hoping that it was she was moving in with me.
"Can you step outside the room please?" She asked.
Okay, now she was fucking procrastinating and it was starting to piss me off. Just tell me what you gotta tell me, and I'll understand. I stepped out the room anyway, and closed the door, leaving me alone in the hallway.
"What you gotta tell me Cata, hurry up na, before I fuck around and get pissed off." I warned her.
"You remember that night at the club, and we went back to your hotel room?"
"Yeah I remember. I swear I never get tired of making love to you Cata." I smiled at the thought.
"Well, that night, you forgot to use protection and now I'm pregnant Aug." I could hear her sniffling, indicating she was crying.
My face dropped and I just hung up the phone. It's not like I didn't want another kid, but I just didn't expect for it to happen the fast.
I went back into the studio and sat down.
"You aight bruh?" Knucklehead asked me.
"Yeah, let's just lay down this track man." I said, getting up and going into the booth.
I needed to see Carter face to face so we could talk about this. I refuse to miss out on this child's birth.
Carter
I'm not hurt that he didn't want to talk. I'm more so hurt that he hung up in my face without saying anything. I don't understand what's going on. He wanted another kid. He wants to get married. So why the fuck is he acting the way he is?
"Maybe he was busy..." Tiffany said, trying to give August the benefit of the doubt.
"Nah, he won't that busy. You wanna take a trip to Atlana?" I asked.
"Fa real? Girl, ion know if it's ya hormones or what, but Crunch, it ain't that serious. SHEESH!" Tiffany tried to calm me down.
"We can go tomorrow after I get off of work, I can take off on Friday, then we could leave on Sunday." I said.
"You making all these plans....but what about Roland?" Tiff asked.
"He coming too. I'm not gone dump him off on my mother for that long."
"He don't need to be around that drama, cuz if y'all get ta breakin dishes, Ro gone get scared."
"You right. I only trust him with two people, you and my mama, and you going with me, soooo?" I was thinking about another plan.
"What about Christian?" Tiffany referred her brother.
"Yo goofy ass brother Christian?" I asked.
"Yeah, he loves Ro. Just pay him and he got it. He's always wanted kids." Tiffany shrugged.
"So he'll be good with Ro?" I asked.
