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|One Week Later|
"Yah ight?" August massage my feet. "I know a nigga keep askin' but yah just-yah just--" He try coming up with the right words to say.
"Different?" I raised an eyebrow, chuckling trynna help him.
"Yea I guess. Yah just not yah self, I guess dats wad a nigga trynna say." He shrugged.
"I'm pregnant."
"Nahh dat ain't it." August shook his head no.
Sighing I closed my eyes throwing my head back. I knew it was a matter of time he was gonna realize something was up.
"Wad wrong beybeh?" August moved his hands up massaging my legs.
"Ummm I got somethin' to tell you." I mumbled, as Aaliyah stirred in her sleep on my chest.
"Wassup? Wads wrong? Da baby okay? You-"
"Shhhh." I laughed a little covering his mouth. "The baby is okay for now."
"Whatchu mean fo' now!"
"Can you calm down?" I got a little frustrated.
"I'm sorry." His tone changed. "Wad's wrong beybeh?" He grabbed my hand.
"August I'm sick."
"Sick as in how?" He motioned for me to continue.
"Lupus."
August's face expression changed as his face soften, slowly stop massaging me legs.
"Baby say something." I bit my bottom lip growing anxious.
Looking at particularly nothing, he looked as if he was lost.
"August say somethin' please." I was on the verge of tears.
"Dats why yah been feelin' weak?" He over at me finally.
"Yea, I guess so." I nodded, just now noticing my symptoms.
"Wad about peanut? Is he okay?" August rubbed my stomach.
"Yea it's not effectin' him. If I do treatment right now he could survive with or without it."
"Wad about chu? How you feelin'?"
"Scared." I said honestly running my hand threw my hair, as some fell out.
"I got chu. Ight?" August grabbed my hand. "A nigga be back." He stood up kissing my forehead then my lips.
"Where you goin'?"
"I'll be back, and I'm cookin' tonight?!" He said before walking out the door.
"I love you too." I mumbled.
The front door opened again, making me froward my eyebrows together. "Love you." August kissing me again before leaving again.
"I love that man Lord." I smiled shaking my head.
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Waking up from the sound of a glass being shattered. I grabbed the pistol that August keeps in the night stand. Making sure Liyah was okay, I made my way out the room, creeping down the hall.
Someone was in the kitchen either talking to their self or on the phone. Smoothly making my way to where I could get a good view, I heal the gun out in front of me.
"Damnit Trav!!" I sighed in relief.
He jumped screaming, turning around from the refrigerator, he looked at me with his hand to his chest.
"You was bout to get yo head tookin' off." I put the gun on the counter.
"Stop hanging with my brother."
"Why are you here? And where is August?"
"To get some food." He said in a duh tone. "And ion know." Trav when back to raiding the refrigerator.
Not saying anything I shook my head, grabbing the gun, going back to the room.
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