Chapter 14: Stuck In Bed

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August- The Next Morning

"Wake up beybeh." I said shaking Kayla.

"H-hmmm?" She said coughing.

I felt her neck and she was still hot.

"Ya need to stay home today cuz ya ain't getting any better." I demanded.

"Nuh-uh, I feel fine!" She whined coughing.

"No ya don't, ya staying home." I said getting up.

"Aug!" She whined.

"No." I said.

"Let me go!" She pleaded.

"Fine, if ya can get up and walk on ya own." I said.

She got up and tried to walk over to me but she fell.

"See, ya can barely walk and ya voice is raspy." I said.

"Fine, will ya ask mama to make me some tea?" She asked.

"Girl it's 6:30 ya think she up yet?" I asked looking at her crazy.

"Oh, well will ya do it?" She asked.

"Anything for wifey." I said winking.

After I brushed my teeth and everything, I brought Kayla her tea and some soup.

"Ight love ya, call me if ya need something, well, Mel girlfriend and my nieces will be here so ya should be cool but still call a niggah." I said.

"Love ya papi." She said.

I kissed her forehead and gave her the TV remote and was about to walk out.

"Can I have another kiss?" She asked.

"Yeah." I said walking back over.

"Love ya." She said.

"Love ya too." I said.

I walked back to the door.

"Another kiss Aug?" She asked.

"Yes." I said.

I walked back over and kissed her cheek.

"Love ya." She said.

"Love ya." I replied walking back to the door.

"Auggie Pooh?" She said.

"Yeah Kayla?" I asked.

"Can I get another kiss?" She asked.

"Sure beybeh." I said with a fake smile.

I kissed her again and walked back to the door.

"Au-" I cut her off.

"Yes Kayla?" I asked obviously annoyed.

"Can ya get my notebook and a pen out my book bag?" She asked.

"Yes." I said.

I handed her her stuff and walked back to the door and then walked back and passionately kissed her lips so she wouldn't ask again.

I walked back to the door and before she said my name again, I ran out.

"AUG?" She called.

I chuckled to myself. I know she was testing me.

"Finally ya ready, ya took forever my niggah!" Chris said.

"Well ya best friend still sick and kept asking me for shit!" I explained.

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