After we took the kids shopping we was at home.
"How you feeling?" August asked me getting in the bed. "I'm okay."
He rubbed our baby.
"Hopefully she look like me cause if I got one more big eyeball ass daughter we gone fight." I laughed.
"Whatever nigga you better hope she look as good as her mama." "Mhm." He kissed my lips. "Mommyyyyy!" I heard Amerr's voice.
"I'm in the room baby."
He ran in and I just stared at him.
He had on my heels, a dress, my purse, and a wig. August got up out the bed.
"August stop!" I yelled.
I got up. "Amerr go take that shit off now!" August yelled at him.
He looked at me.
"August leave my son alone."
"Nah Amare I already accepted the fact he might just be gay but this too far."
He picked Amerr up.
Amerr was crying and I tried to grab him from August. He walked down the steps.
My chest started hurting.
"August!" I cried.
He just kept going. "Mommyyyyyy!" Amerr screamed. "August drop my son."
He snatched the shoes and wig off Amerr.
I grabbed August's shirt.
"Stop dude damn." All my babies was just looking. His mama got up.
"August let that baby go now."
He sat Amerr on the kitchen counter and finished snatching everything off him.
I pushed him.
"Leave my son alone August what the fuck is wrong with you?" I kept punching him.
"Amare he's a fucking boy."
"August I don't give a fuck what's between my son's legs if he wanna play dress up fucking let him."
"This shit not okay."
"You hang with Amiyah everyday August what the fuck is the difference?"
"Amiyah isn't my son."
I just shook my head. "And he getting his hair cut tomorrow." I looked at him. "You gone cut my son's hair off for what?"
We both agreed letting Amerr grow his hair out was a good idea and he's attached to his hair.
"He look too much like a girl."
"You know what August? Maybe you gay that's why you can't accept your 7 year old son huh?"
"My point exactly he's 7 Amare."
"He's fucking trying to figure his self out at 7 years old August. I rather he do it now than for him to be like me 25 fucking years old and don't know who the fuck I am except somebody's baby mama."
He just stared at me.
"Amerr is my son August okay?
Feel how you feel about him but as long as I'm alive he'll never have to fight you or this world alone."
I picked Amerr up.
"Come on baby."
He cried in my arms. "I'm sorry Amerr." I said kissing his cheek.
