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"Aight you sure you got everything." I asked again.
"Yes, for the last time, yes Jayce." Aug laughed.
"I just wanna make sure, you finna go half way across the country." I spoke.
"Don't go nowhere alone," I spoke.
"Jayce..." he sighed.
"And don't be talking to no weird ass niggas." I added.
"Baby..." He repeated.
"And if you need me, call me, I'll find a way down there no question." I nodded.
"Jayceon" He groaned, slapping my hands over my face.
"I heard the trafficking shit bad down there too, don't be out too late." I said finally.
"Jayceon, relax." He blurted, cutting off my rant.
"I'll be fine, I'm a big boy, stop worrying." He chuckled, hugging my abdomen and placing his head on my chest.
"I know, it's just...we ain't been this far away from each other before, like ever, Shit mad scary..." I nodded.
"I know, Imma miss you too," he frowned, "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, and don't get too high, and don't fight, and please for the love of god, do not leave the apartment a damn mess." He spoke quickly.
"Gotchu, Gotchu, maybe, and imma do my best." I shrugged.
He straight faced me causing me to laugh.
"LAST CALL FOR ALL PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT 201A."
"Aight, I gotta go." He said lowly.
"Nah," I spoke, tightening my grip around his smaller body.
"Jayce, c'mon." He spoke, causing me to sigh and ultimately let him go.
"I love you," he spoke, grabbing his suitcase.
"I love you too, gon head before you miss yo flight." I nodded, smacking his butt as he walked away.
