*Atlanta - February 28*
Mariah POV:
We've been in Atlanta fa a week na. We missed our babies. We have been staying at Trav and Tima place. Aug's getting ready to leave actually. He's getting picked up from hea' tomorrow. And I'm goin' ta a hotel.
Travis: "MeMe, you don't have ta stay in a hotel. Why do that, when you can stay hea' fa free?"
Me: "Nah. It's fine. Plus, you've done too much already by keepin' our kids. And y'all have Cal..."
Travis: "I'm an uncle. That's what uncle's do. It's my job..."
Me: "But, do you realize how long I'm gonna be hea'?"
He nods.
Me: "And on top of that...we have ta find a house. That's a long time. I don't want us ta feel like a burden..."
August: "Fuck that. He's been my burden my entire life.."
Travis: "Nigga fuck you..."
They laugh and Travis looks at me.
Travis: "Listen. It's okay. Y'all good. Plus, we have space. You don't have ta buy takeout everyday and night. And it would make me-"
August: "And most definitely me!"
Travis: "It'll make us feel better. Because we'll know that you're safe. Smoke will be hea' in a few days. And we all know, he won't let shit happen ta anybody..."
August: "He wit tha shits. Shoot first. Ask questions last..."
Travis: "See. I never got that. You shoot first, they get got..then they can't answer yo questions..."
I laugh and shake my head. He looked at him and raised his eyebrows.
August: "Bruh..."
Travis: "Anyway. Point is...keep your money in yo pocket. Besides...you and Tima on good terms..."
Me: "Yea. Na we are..." I said as I chuckled. "But, okay, I'll go can cancel my reservation..."
August: "Done..."
I look at him.
August: "I seen it comin'..."
Travis: "Perfect! That's settled. And we're finna go. Aye...don't be fuckin' on my counters and shit..."
August: "I was waiting fa your bed, bruh..."
He was so serious. I laughed entirely too hard at that!
Me: "Trav...ignore that..."
Travis: "Tha fuckin' audacity and disrespect..."
Me: "*laughs* See y'all later...*
We kiss tha kids and they leave. And Aug stands up...
August: "Imma go finish packing..."
I nod and he kisses my forehead. When he goes upstairs I make sure he's completely gone. I get on their piano and I sigh.
I connect my phone ta their speaker and search fa a specific song. I've never showed Aug my true vocal ability. Tha closest he has ever gotten was me yelling at him bout stupid shit.
So, I hope he isn't listening....
August POV:
This week went by quick as fuck! I wanted ta see my kids before I left. Plus, ta see if Ava is okay after all that foolishness. And yes...I'm still watching tha recording ta see who it was. I'm determined.
