His Secret

Jasmine

"Aw Jas! No that won't be a problem. I'll fix you up something just right so no one will suspect a thing." Shema says. I'm noticing little things set me off like now. I've just finish balling my eyes out because I had to tell Shema I'm pregnant. "Thank you."

"I told you it would be fine." Myesha says handing me some tissue. "You're going to look fabulous." Shema assures me. "This is so stressful."

"Only because you're making it stressful. Calm down, breathe."

My phone rings, Myesha answer it. "What August?... We're at her fitting... Hold on..." she looks up at us, "What's the address to this place?"

"5568 Rex Street Suite 201." Shema says walking over to her fabric. "Did you hear that?" Myesha asks. "Okay... bye... he's on his way up here."

"For what?" I ask. "He ain't say."

"Okay then."

Shema starts working on the design for my dress. "The flare will start here.. Try on that blue dress over there. It similar to the design I'm doing for you." I grab it and walk into the fitting room. I'm able to slip it right over me. This is so pretty. I turn to the side and you can't see a thing. I laugh at myself for freaking out so bad.

"Knock, knock."

I walk out and see August. "I brought food."

I see the platter of mini chicken sandwiches. "Ow chicken." I walk over to grab one but he holds the tray up. "Bruh."

"You gotta eat this salad first." I roll my eyes. . "August I'll eat the salad but I want the sandwich first."

"But you should eat the salad first."

Myesha laughs, "Shema this is August. August this is Shema, Jasmine's designer."

"Nice to meet you." August says. Shema laughs, "It's nice to meet you too. You should probably give ms. preggo what she wants. It never rolls over well if you don't."

"Jas will be alright."

"I'm still standing here." I remind him. "I know that. This what you wearing to the premiere?"

"No something close to it though."

"You look pretty in it."

"Do I not look pretty in anything else I wear?"

"I was just noting how beautiful you look."

"But you said I was pretty."

"Myesha get your friend."

"If you give her the chicken she'll be out your hair." Myesha says laughing. "Is a compliment not a compliment?" August asks looking back down at me. "Yes but there is a difference between pretty and beautiful."

"Which would you prefer to be called?"

"Whichever one you want to call me. Let me get a mini sandwich."

He tries handing me the bag, "Here." I grab the bag. "This isn't a sandwich."

"I know that go sit down."

"You're so bossy."

"Jasmine."

"Fine." I sit on the lounge chair and open my salad. Chick-fil-A is the best ever. Oh he got me some nuggets. I sit the salad down and open the nuggets. "This is heavenly." He shakes his head and passes me a plate with some chicken sandwiches on them. "Y'all want some?" He asks Shema and Myesha.

"Yes please." He makes them a plate to. "So food wasn't the only reason I came through. I wanted to give you something to apologize for how I acted." He's apologized over ten times already. "I've said this 20 times before I forgive you."