Samir POV
"Trish put a little more rip in her left leg. Up by the thigh area." I said as I started to set my camera up.
Today we're doing the first of many photo shoots of our new style we're giving our magazine. I'm so excited about it.
"Ms. Jackson this good enough for you." I heard Trish call out to me.
Looking up , my eyes ran over the models jeans.
"Perfect I love it. Ok everybody lets start putting everything together , we start in five."
With that everyone started to straighten up and do the little things that needed to be down.
"Ms. Jackson your phone is ringing." One of the models informed me.
Looking at the screen I instantly started to panic as I saw August name flash across the screen.
I quickly answered it.
"Hello....baby you ok ?"
"Hahaaa relax Im straight mama. I was just calling to see what you wanted for dinner."
"Dinner ? ! August you aren't cooking anything you need to be in bed." I semi-yelled into the phone.
Aug has been out the hospital 2 weeks now and he swears up and down he can do everything on his own. But I sometimes catch him holding his chest in pain and when I try to help he just pushes me away.
"Who you yelling at Samir ?! Better stop fuckin playing with me."
I just rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth.
"Fix your attitude"
"I don't have one August."
"Ard man whatever. So you don't want nothing ?"
"August baby please just go lay down I'll cook when I get home."
"Nah I got it Ma."
"Auggie please it would really make me feel better knowing your laying in the bed and comfortable."
"Ms. Jackson everyone is ready."
I just nodded
"Ard man."
"Thank you sweetie pie and I want proof send a picture when you get in bed."
He sucked his teeth.
"Dats to fuckin much."
"Pleaseeeee."
"What I get ?"
"Ummm I'll let you lay your head on my chest while I play in your curls. I know you like that." I smiled
"Bra or no bra ?"
"Oh my God bye August I have to go."
"Answer my question."
"The second one."
"I forgot which one was da second one. Refresh my memory for me."
"Stop playing" I whined.
"Ain't nobody playing with your whiny ass."
"Ughh no bra." I mumble.
"Huh I couldn't hear you."
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