august alsina imagines

Chauntae'

Chauntae's POV

"August I'm pregnant" I said coming out of the bathroom and into our bedroom

"What baby girl that's great you know how hard we been trying, I hope it's a boy so he can protect you when I'm on tour" he said rubbing my belly

"I hope it's a girl so we can go shopping together" I said rubbing my stomach also

"Let's get ready for our day" August said going into the bathroom to shower

"Wanna join Mrs.Alsina" he asked standing in the bathroom

"Sure"

9 months later
"Mrs.Alsina in gonna need you to give me one big push okay you can do it" my doctor coached as she was delivering my baby

"Ahhhhhhh" I screamed as I gave a big push

Then I heard a baby crying

"Baby you did it" August said kissing my forehead

"It's a boy" the doctor said handing him to the nurses to go get cleaned up

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Alsina" the doctor said then left

"Babe you did it I have a mini me now" August said kissing me on the lips then neck

"August your neck kisses is what go us here in the first place now stop" I said laughing

Then there was a knock on the door
It was the nurses being my baby

"What's his name" the nurse asked as she handed him to me

"It's Anthony Alsina" I said kissing his forehead

"Hi Ant I'm your mama and you see this big head here is your dada" I said in baby talk

"Can I hold him" Aug asked

"Sure" I handed him to August

"Hey little man don't listen to ya mama she got a big head too"

Everything was complete

6 weeks later

5 am I here the front door close then footsteps up the stairs then the bedroom door opened

"That better be the best damn album of 2015 if you gotta stay out all night at the 'studio'" I said scaring him

"Why you sitting in the dark" he asked taking off his clothes

"Wanted to surprise you" I responded

"I'm not arguing with you tonight I'm outchea trying to provide for my family and you seem to have a problem with that"

"Okay first off I wanted to go back to work but you said you would take care of us no problem but now u saying it as if it's a problem" I said

I don't want to hear it tonight" he said then took off his shirt

"What the hell is that on your chest. Is that a hickey" I asked moving closer to him

"Maybe who is Anthony's real father" he responded

"You're his real father what are you getting at.... you think Anthony isn't yours" I asked almost about to cry

"The damn boy has green eyes mine is brown and yours also so who is it"

"So you're denying him...how long" I asked with gritted teeth

"About 5 days now I talked to my ex about the situation and she said she doesn't think Anthony's mine so we've been sneaking around for the past week" he admitted

"So you're gonna let your hoe of an ex determine if your son is yours or not........ I want a divorce" I said packing my stuff then Anthony's

2 years later

"So how you enjoying the single life you have your career being the owner of Empire and producing big stars left and right" my sister Angel asked as we sat in my office drinking coffee

"It's good I guess I just haven't really gotten over that person" I said tapping my coffee mug

"I heard he the thought he had a daughter by his ex but he did a DNA test and it wasn't his" she said causing us to laugh

"But girl I have to catch you later I got to go get Paige from daycare love you take care" she said leaving

"Ms.Chauntae you have someone here to see you" my assistant Melissa said

"Tell them to come in" I said looking through clients folders

"Mrs. Alsina" A familiar New Orleans accent said

"What are you doing here" I asked looking up to see August standing there with a bouquet of white Roses

"I still love you I was stupid to think Brittany was telling the truth here are 25 roses I will love you until all of them die out" he said then got down on one knee

"August one isn't re-" I started but saw him pull out a ring

"What are you doing" I asked scared

"I want to promise you that we can work this out like adults and build back up what we had so Ms. Chauntae will you please accept my promise"

"YES" I yelled hugging him