Prayers: An August Alsina Love Story

Just An Average Day

So that adorable baby in the media section is going to play Carter, Zayne's ten month old baby girl! Gorgeous right? I know right lol..

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Zayne's P.O.V.

I walked down the stairs of my Godmomma Sandi's house into the large spacious kitchen, where I saw her at the table, feeding my beautiful baby girl Carter some oatmeal with cinnamon and berries sprinkled on top. Carter, after noticing me walking into her line of vision, began to gurgle and babble in excitement.

"Hey Momma's baby!" I cooed to her, taking the spoon and bowl from Sandi and scooping some more of the mush into her mouth. "You being such a big girl right now baby!"  Sandi stepped back, grinning at the both of us. "My daughter and my grandbaby! Oh, if only your Daddy could see this."

My heart dropped a little at the mentioning of my Dad; in a few weeks would mark twelve years he had been gone. Life wasn't easy when he was living but I never had to question my Daddy's love.

I immediately brushed my momentary sadness to the back of my head and straightened up. "So is Drake coming by to see you before I go back home for today?" Home was my place across town that Drake had found for me when we all relocated, in the Brookhaven neighborhood outside of Atlanta  matter of fact. Sandia preferred to stay in Buckhead. I would much rather stay in Brookhaven, which was like a quiet refuge from the city and its fast pace. Drake stayed in a mansion directly in the middle of us so he'd have equal time to reach us if needed.

"Matter of fact, that child did say something about him stopping over here." Sandi said. Less than twenty seconds later, we heard the front door opening.

"Momma, I'm here." Drake called out from the foyer before entering the kitchen. At the sight of her Uncle "Day" Carter began squirming and reaching for him. Drake immediately took her from her high chair and cuddled her to his chest, not caring that he was getting oatmeal on his Louis Vuitton sweater.
"Day! Day." Carter babbled, reaching up her sticky little hands into Drake's face. Sandi and I laughed, and I cleaned up the mess Carter had made.

"How's my favorite women? What y'all been up to?" Drake asked us, laughing at Carter's antics to regain his attention. Sandi kissed her son on the forehead, peering at him through her glasses with a stern look on her face. "Nothing Aubrey but I don't like how you look! Look like you ain't had a good meal in days." she chided. Drake and I laughed; Sandi said the same thing every time she saw the both of us. We could eat like pigs all day everyday but in her eyes we were always "too damn small." That's especially saying something for me because I was built like a brick house despite my young age. I had medium sized breasts that still were perky despite carrying Carter to term and breast feeding, a relatively small waist and a stomach that wasn't flabby but could definitely use some work, and ass and thighs for days. Not to mention I was short, barely making 5"3. My hair, when I actually did let it hang free, stopped at the small of my back. I preferred it to be in a large curly puffball instead. Drake always joked and said it was to make me seem taller than what I was. Little did he know, he was right.

"How about you Zayne? How's those journalism classes going?" Drake asked. I was currently taking classes at Spelman University for journalism and broadcasting; I had big dreams to work for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and hopefully CNN one day. I would take my classes during the day, bringing Carter to Sandi's house in the morning and picking her up during the afternoons, and on the weekend when there was no class it would just be me and my baby.

"Pretty good. I killed my paper; my professor said I had the second highest score." I boasted, happy of my accomplishment. Drake clapped me on my back. "That's what I'm talking about little sis. I'm proud of you. Aren't we proud of Mommy Carter?" Carter giggled at me, drooling. I reached for her, and took her out of a reluctant Drake's hands. He hated giving up his niece to anyone, including me and Sandi. He said that she was his closing thing to having a daughter. I picked up her pink and black Minnie Mouse bag and slung it over my shoulder. "Well we need to get going. Love you Sandi, love you Drake. Baby, tell Granny bye bye and that you'll be back in the morning. Sandi smooched all over Carter's face then proceeded to do the same with me, despite out laughing protests. Then I went over and hugged Drake. "Bye y'all." I said, walking out the door to my 2014 all white Altima. I put Carter securely in her car seat then backed out of Sandi's large home's driveway and proceeded to make my way home in Atlanta's light traffic.

When we got home that night I ate, bathed Carter, put on fresh pajamas, and rocked her to sleep, crooning a soft lullaby to her while stroking her thick hair. After a few minutes, my darling was fast asleep. Laying her on her stomach in the crib in the nursery that adjoined my bedroom, I turned the light off but kept the door opened and flicked on the baby monitor on her dresser. Taking the other monitor in the master bath with me, I stripped and submerged myself in a bubble bath that was scented with delicious vanilla and strawberries and played some soft R&B. I freed my hair from its hair tie, and leaned back into the tub, letting my hair get wet while the jets pulsed rhythmically against me Before I realized it, my hands had begun to roam my body.

"Mhmmm." I moaned, using my fingers of my left hand to trace one hard nipple and the right hand to squeeze the other breast. In my mind I imagined my lover doing that, only my fingers was his tongue and my hand his. Still continuing to squeeze my breast with my right hand, my left hand slipped in between my thighs to the soft folds of my pussy. Within minutes I was bucking on my fingers, the violent motion causing water to splash out of the tub and my soft moans turn into labored cries of passion. "Fuck!" I gasped, feeling my walls clench around my fingers in orgasmic spasms, my eyes bursting open. Removing my hands, I glanced around me. Half the bath water was on the floor and I realized that the remaining water was now, at best, warm.

"Damn," I groaned before getting out. "I really need to get me a nigga. A REAL one cause this shit ain't cutting it."

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So how was this chapter?! Things got a little steamy with Zayne, she's starting to realize that maybe the single life isn't for her.. Maybe it's time for her to get back in the dating field.. But anyways, leave comments and suggestions!