*Los Angeles*
Michael POV:
Tha smell of food woke me up this morning. So you know what I did...I got my ass up and freshened up! When I walk into my kitchen I get happy.
Me: "So, this is what it's like waking up to a woman everyday. Aug you lucky dog you..!"
August: "Yea, you're right. I am lucky..."
Mariah: "Um. Hello. You were with Angela..."
Me: "She ain't cook shit! I woke up to her bitching every damn day. Over small stuff. Stuff I didn't give a damn about..."
Mariah: "Hmmm. I wonder why..."
Me: "Aye. A nigga changed okay. After that situation with ol' girl-"
Mariah: "You mean K-"
Me: "Ol' girl. Her name is never spoken again in this house...."
She starts laughing. I'm being serious though!
Me: "After that...I vowed to be a good nigga. So, tha next woman I run in to...she's gonna be my wife...."
August: "Good. It's about time fa you ta settle down. It's tha best thing you can do..."
Me: "Yeahhhh. It's about that time. And I'm glad to see y'all made up..."
Mariah: "And what makes you think we did?"
Me: "I heard y'all freaky asses last night when I came out my room! My shit better be clean..."
August: "See. Babe...shoulda bit tha pillow..."
She hit him as she laughs and hands me a plate.
Mariah: "I washed everything this morning..."
Me: "Thank you...."
I take a bite and my mouth started watering in mid chew.
Me: "Aug, let me have her..."
August: "Nigga no! That's all mine..."
Me: "Stingy ass. But, for real though. I just...*sighs* I don't know how Imma do that. Because Bresha is tha only woman I ever actually loved. And I fucked it up. That plays a big part when it comes to these relationships. And I need to let it go..."
August: "We have a therapist you can go see..."
I just look at him...
August: "Aye. At one point we had real problems. And you already need help. So, boom! Perfect!"
Mariah: "Ignore him! But, seriously, she could help you get over whatever issue you have. She's really good...."
I just look at them. I just sigh and nod in agreement.
Me: "'Iight..."
She gives me her number and I debate if I really wanna talk to a stranger.
Mariah: "I know what you're thinking. Trust me. She'll help. You won't regret it..."
Me: "'Iight. Imma go. Imma listen this one time..."
Mariah: "It'll be worth it..."
I just look at her. I've never spoke with a therapist. I don't really just express feelings like that to anyone random. Hell, I'm shocked I ever told Bresha!
But, once I finally let that go... I'll be able to pursue other women.
*30 minutes later *
Mariah POV:
Me: "I said I don't wanna talk about it..."
August: "I know. And we're still gonna finish tha conversation..."
I just look at him like really..
Michael: "Honeymoon over?"
Me: "Not funny..."
Michael: "Y'all are...bipolar as fuck..."
August: "No. It's just Mariah..."
Me: "Fuck you..."
August: "You did..."
Michael: "Ugh. Let's go..."
Tha whole ride ta tha airport...I'm super quiet. He just ruined my morning bringing up his court case. I know he's gonna want ta talk about it. Thing is...I DON'T WANNA!
Once we get on tha plane, he just stares at me. Luckily tha flight attendant interrupted him...
FA: "Can I interest you in some champagne?"
August: "Nah, I'm good. Thank you though.."
She smiles as she leaves. Then Aug clears his throat.
Me: "Babe..I-"
August: "But, we are. Cause when it comes down ta it...we're both effected by it..."
Me: "Ya know. When I always imagined bein' married...I never envisioned my nigga..my whole husband...locked tha fuck up...."
August: "There's a first for everything..."
I just stare at him with a stale look on my face...
Me: "Not tha time, Anthony..."
August: "I'm just saying. I shoulda at least told him ta meet me in tha hood or something. They don't call tha laws. But! I'm sincerely sorry. And I'll continue ta apologize fa it. That's tha last thing I wanna do ta you and our kids. That would be hard fa me..."
Me: "And how do you think I'd feel? Five plus years is a long time without my husband there. You'll miss a lot. And you can't ever get that back. I can't get back any of tha time I missed with you. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Holidays. Nothing. And same goes for you..."
He wipes my tear then kisses my forehead.
August: "I'm sorry I put us in this situation. You know how I am. But...promise me something..."
Me: "And what's that?"
He looks in my eyes.
August: "If I do go....wait fa me...."
I inhale and slowly exhale.
Me: "Of course. I promise I will..."
He kisses my hand as I lay on him. I am NOT ready fa Thursday. And I know he's not either. It can either go really bad. Or really good. Because come Thursday...my husband could be gone.
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