Her Secret

Chapter 25

Mahaganys POV

So after forever in the care center they admitted me and my baby boy home. Everyone came and saw him and I'm pretty sure he's tired of flash photography from both me and August and our families. Since August rented the center out for me, the paparazzi stayed outside trying to sneak a pic of baby Mel, we had to call security and the Atlanta police. So instead of going home we headed to Miami to keep the baby secluded.

We pulled up to the beautiful beach house even though it's freezing outside. August and security helped me, Angel, and baby Mel out. They brought pur bags in and there was Oliva my chef from Atlanta. She's so amazing. She speaks mainly Spanish, and a little bit of English, But lucky me I took Spanish in high school.

"Olivia!!!"

She came wobbling up to me and hugged me and Angel. August came in with the baby and She looked at me and scrunched her eyes together.

"Where's baby?"
"August has him."

I pointed to August as he was taking him out of his seat. I smiled and brought him to her. He placed him in her arms and she smiled.

"He look like his father, yeah?

I nodded.

"Yeah, he does look like his daddy."

I said while looking over at August.

"Yeah, he's gone break hearts one day."
"Not with me as a mother."
"He's going to have all the women babe, he has me as a father."

I rolled my eyes.

"He's not allowed to have sex until after he's grown."
"That's not how it works Mahagany."
"Let me catch Mel or you around a fucking hoe, I will kill you both!"

Oliva laughed and went to the kitchen with both kids. August smirked and pulled my still swollen belly to his.

"Your the only woman I need."
"What ever nigga. You say that now, I'm not playing."
"I know babe."

He said while peaking my lips and going into the kitchen. I followed, and Olivia made us some lunch. After we were done I took Mel upstairs and fed him and August came in and flopped on the bed beside us and watched. He kissed my cheek.

"So is he going to cry tonight?"
"I don't know baby. Probably he's a newborn."
"So should we hire somebody real quick?"
"Why can't we do it ourselves like normal parents August?"
"Because we have money to hire somebody."
"No! I wanna raise him like I raised Angel."
"Whatever Mahagany damn."

He yelled and stormed into the shower. I rolled my eyes and finished feeding Mel and put him to sleep. I read Angel a book and put her down for a nap as well. After I was done I unpacked both mine, and the kids clothes, because we're going to be in Miami for at least two weeks. I grabbed some clothes and slipped into the bathroom with August. When I walked in and shut the door he peeped out of the shower at me.

"What?"
"I didn't come in here for you."
"Why you getting smart I just asking you a simple fucking question?!"
"And I answered it!"
"Whatever man."
"Yeah whatever."

I ran some bathwater with beads and I saw August get out of the shower and looked at me.

"Can you hand me a towel."

I rolled my eyes and threw him a towel and he chuckled. He went over to the sink and hooked up his shaver as I slipped out of my clothes and sat down in the tub. I pulled my hair up and rubbed the bubbles all over me. I sat in the tub for a while I soaked up the suds, and soon I heard Mel crying I sighed and yelled at August.

"Our son is crying August."
"I can hear that Mahagany."

I rolled my eyes as he grabbed Mel and brung him in the bathroom with us. He threw him across his shoulder and finished shaving and then he stopped crying. I smiled at the sound and slipped deeper in the tub. After a while August came and sat in front of me with our son in his hands.

"What?"
"Where's the diapers?"
"Why?"
"Because I just like looking at them. What do you think their for?"

I rolled my eyes, he better be glad I love his mean ass because I would have already punched the shit out of him.

"In the bedroom."

He picked up Mel and carried him in th room, I sighed and stepped out of the shower. I walked into the room to see August struggling to change the baby. I chuckled and walked towards him.

"What are you doing?"
"Changing my son."
"Your putting it on wrong."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!"
"Can you do any better?!?"
"Yeah."

I changed him and he looked frustrated and began to walk away, but I grabbed his arm.

"Why do you keep getting mad at me?"
"BECAUSE YOU THINK YOUR A BETTER PARENT THAN ME!"
"Calm down before you wake up our kids."
"Oh so now their ours?"
"Why would you even say that, you know I never think like that."

He shook his head and snatched away from me and grabbed some clothes.

"Where you going?"
"Studio."
"So you don't want to talk about this?"
"Naw, there ain't nothing to talk about."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms as he grabbed his things. I stood at the door and he grabbed his keys and looked at me.

"You gone move?"
"I don't think I'm a better parent then you, and you know that. Yes, I raised Angel for three yet are without you, but she's not going took remember that when she's sixteen!"
"You don't get it do you?"
"Get what?"
"I WANTED TO BE THERE, AND YOU RUINED THAT SHIT!"

I was taken back I stared at him, until I just lost it and punched him and slapped him and screamed for him to leave.

"YOU KNOW WHAT GET THE FUCK OUT IM SICK OF YOU YELLING AT ME AND BLAMING ME FOR EVERYTHING, ALL I FUCKING DO IS LOVE YOU AND THIS IS WHAT I GET, OUR SON CANT BE AT HOME WITH US FOR ONE DAY WITHOUT YOU RUINING IT!"
"FUCK YOU MAHAGANY!"
"NO FUCK YOU, I HATE YOU AUGUST!"

He slammed the door and I was sweaty and hysterically. I heard Melvin crying so I walked back in to the room and feed him and rocked him back to sleep. I checked on Angel and I called Kayla.

"Hello?"
"Hey girl."
"Hey, what's up boo?"
"Nothing just hanging at the house bored."
"Really where the kids?"
"Their both taking naps."
"Aww, I bet they look just alike asleep."
"Yeah, but I want them to wake up, I'm bored."
"Where's August, go make another baby real quick with him."
"Umm, no, I'm only a few days fresh from popping a baby out from down there, and it's still pretty nasty, so he won't be getting that for another six weeks, maybe even more if he keeps acting the way he is."
"What's going on with the happy family?"
"I don't even know, could you do me a favor?"
"Yeah what is it?"
"You still in Miami right?"
"Yeah."
"Could you come by and watch the kids for me for like an hour, I have to run and do something?"
"Yeah, I'll be right over."
"Thank you."