Faith

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Misty

"Aug wake up!"

Tapping him on his back as he laid partially on me, I sighed.

"Cmon Aug, get up!"

Every morning it was the same thing. We would start off comfortable either in each others embrace or close to each other the night before, then when it was time for me to get up, he would be laying sprawled out on me, refusing to get up.

"Jesus Christ! August, wake, up!" I smacked him on his bare back.

"Argh fuck Misty!" He let out before shifting off of me. "Why you did that?"

"Because you don't listen." I shifted and got up.

"Yeah but yeen gotta abuse me."

"Every morning we gotta go through this. I swear you do it purposely."

"Man." He sucked his teeth while rubbing the spot. "You know thea other ways ta wake me up."

"Oh be quiet and go back to sleep, ya big baby."

"I'a get ya ass back fa that!" He mumbled.

Glaring at him, he snubbed me basically by pulling the covers over him as he turned his back to me. Shrugging my shoulders, I walked into our bathroom and got my morning routine going. It was only after four in the morning which was my usual time of waking up.

Lightly singing to the low music that played while I placed my face mask on, I turned on the water in the shower. So much has happened over the past year. I was still a principal dancer with ABT only my roster was less than it usually was.

After long deliberation, Naima was being homeschool three days out of the week. What made it perfect was my grandmother was living full time with us.

Walking back into my bedroom, August was now laying on his belly in the middle of our bed.

"Tha least ya could do is dim tha damn lights Misty." He mumbled. "Why ya think I put that shit in."

"Shut up and go back to sleep."

"Bitch." He mumbled.

"Ass." I shot back with a laugh.

Shaking my head, I got dressed in my dance wear and was about to head down to the studio when he called me.

"What?" I whined.

"All'lat whining ya ass doin'. Just get over hea and gimme ma kiss."

Smiling, I approached our bed as he turned to face me. Puckering his lips, I leaned in and kissed him. Being August, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in.

"August!" I whined against his lips.

"Just gimme a lah taste befa ya go." He said pecking my lips.

"No." I tired to push away from him, laughed.

"Why not? Ya husband tryna eat that pussy, why ya blockin."

"Because when you do that, you don't know when to stop, then I get tired."

"And?" He kissed on my neck now.

"And I need to do my practice."

"I promise, that's all I'a do."

"Babe." I whined.

"I love you too." He smirked knowing he had won.

Rolling over on our bed with me in his arms, he shifted himself between my legs. Staring into my eyes as he usually does, he removed my tights.