Milan
It's been three month since we've been on this island. I can't express how overjoyed I am to be back with my love. Although it's so much shit still left unanswered, I'm not stressing none of it, eventually things will be brought to the light.
"Baby wanna go walk on the beach?" August asks walking inside the room. "I actually don't feel well. Wanna just lay in bed with me?" I ask rubbing my forehead. "What's wrong with you?" August asks sitting on the bed. "I think I'm getting Armani's cold." I say sniffling. I've been laying here all day. I got one time to eat breakfast this morning and dinner earlier but that's it.
"Or pregnant?" I mug the fuck outta him. "Get out." He laughs. "Just saying baby." He's been trying so hard to impregnate my ass since we got here. I guess it's his way of dealing with Duchess and Prince but I'm just not there yet. I really don't know if I'll ever be there again.
"Not happening babe." He gets under the covers and snuggles up next to me, "It could. I don't want Princess to be the only child."
I sigh, "She wasn't. But I get it." I grab his hand and place his arm around me. "Shit is still so unreal." He says. "I know." I say hoping this conversation is over. I'm not pregnant and I'm not have any children anytime soon and that's that. I definitely would rather not speak on Duchess or Prince. "Yeah but you can't not talk about it Milan." He says as if he read my mind.
"August I know." I say casually. "Alright... You know it's killing me I ain't able to put in no work or shit." I laugh, "Trappaholic." He smiles, "Yea you know."
"How you been doing it before we got here?" I ask. "I haven't which is why I'm about to go bananas up in this bitch."
"But what if we have to stop permanently?" I ask. The thought of stopping has been on my mind this entire time we've been here. "And do what?" He asks looking at me like I'm crazy. "Live like normal people." I say laughing. "I don't know bout all that."
I shake my head. "I don't want Armani to grow up in this."
"You could've stayed with Cartier ass then." He says laughing but I don't find it so funny. "August." I say sternly. He stops laughing and looks at me. "Baby you can't be serious. You grew up in it and turned out fine."
"Are you August or Andrew right now? Which one was really there's while I grew up? I watched my mother die and I killed my father but I grew up fine. No emotional issues at all. Because it's normal as fuck to know how to run a damn trap house before being ten years old. Nigga please."
"Milan shit happened the way it was suppose to. We ain't gone let nothing crazy happen to Armani and how ever many other children we have." I sigh rolling over as my phone begins to ring which is odd because last time I checked it I didn't get service out here.
"Hello?"
"Milan where are you?"
"Who is this?" I ask.
"You know who this is Milan please don't insult me. It's your fucking sister. Where the fuck are you?" I hang up sitting the phone back down. "Who was that?" August asks. "Shatarah."
"How did that call even come through?" He asks. "I have no idea August." It's a light knock on our door, it's probably Armani. "Come in." August says. "Daddy uncle Micah said something's been breached." August hops up fast as fuck and dashes out the room.
"Mommy what does breached mean?" Armani asks trying to get in bed. "Um," I have no idea how to explain this to a four year old. "It's like when something has been compromised." Compromised, as if she knows what that means. "I don't get it." She says just as I suspected she would. I laugh.
