Approve Part One

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by AvaParis

by AvaParis

Background: Well, August already met your dad and he never did like him...

"Be safe, Y/N?" My dad pulled away from our small side hug. August stood behind me holding Anthony in his hands, patiently waiting on our goodbyes to end.

"Take it easy cookie monster." My father squeezed Anthony's chubby cheeks. Then he glared at August, who kind of glared back.

"August." My father said sternly.

"Mr.Y/O/L/N (Your old last name)." August said back, still the same way with a little more aggression.

"Y/N, you are seriously good at making kids with sorry niggas. He can't even properly speak english." My father let a fake laugh come from his mouth.

"He is a very nice good looking guy, not that bad. He could of been worse, honey." My mother begin cutting in by taking August's side.

Last night, August promised not to say nothing rude. And he is seriously about to say something.

"You know what, Y/N, let's leave. Mrs.Y/O/L/N it was nice being here and getting to see your smile." August did a little smile after saying his words.

"Can I?" August asked as we were I was laying in the bed and August was pacing around the room. I slowly nodded my head as cussing words flew from August's mouth. I covered Anthony's little ears.

"He is a fat ass fucking nigga! Y/N, I love you so fucking much, but your father is this close -he held up a his fingers- from this fist going down his little wrinkled throat!"

"Calm down! My sister's boyfriend go through alot worse! He gets pushed out the house once his expensive shoes walk up in there. Tommorow our family is having a dinner and I want you to go with me."

August shook his head, "No. No. No!"

Next day...

August has it the easiest with my father. My other siblings have it way worse, I secretly pray for them. The only reason my father stands them -actually stand them- is because of his grandkids future. My sister, Mila, has a little girl with her "deadbeat husband" as my dad qoutes. My brother, Micheal, has a newborn with a former stripper.

"Look at little Anthony." My sister picked up Anthony and cuddled him in a tight hug.

"Is dad here yet? I'm feeling a little scared for our spouses. Don't you?" I asked.

"Scared?