Title change, simply because this story was supposed to go a whole different way😐
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Carmen
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As we were waiting for my doctor to get my prenatal pills, August was looking around at everything. He's been looking around like he was a little kid in a candy shop.
"Alrighty Ms.Smith, they have your pills in. You may go pick them up." The doctor smiled at me and I nodded. I grabbed August's hand as we walked out of that place.
I am 9 weeks pregnant and even though I had a long ways to go, I'm really excited. "Babe, I'm hungry." I spoke as I buckled my seatbelt.
"Whatchu' want?" He pulled off.
"I waaaaaant, hm, I want-"
"Come on Carmen. Whatchu' want?"
"Stop rushing me." I rolled my eyes. "Now I want some Burger King." I folded my arms across my chest. His attitude has been on ten lately because of his stupid album coming out next week.
"Aiight." The ride to Burger King was silent which didn't bother me one bit. "Whatchu' want?"
"The regular." He nodded and ordered my food. I was ready to go home so I wouldn't have to deal with his attitude.
When had dropped me off he didn't say one word to me. Instead of worrying about him I decided to call my bestfriends over.
I was waiting for them when the doorbell rang. I practically ran to the door. "Helllloooooo." I sang.
"So extra. Where's fame boy?"
"Don't know and don't care." I closed the door.
"Well damn. What's going on now?"
"Everything Ess. I don't wanna talk about it either. So please stop asking." I kinda snapped.
"Jeez. Pregnant of nah?"
"I actually am. Thank you." I rolled my eyes.
"Uh, you alright cause we can leave. We wouldn't want to bother you." Arienna spoke up.
"Peace." I was so over everything right now.
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After a few hours of sitting by myself, August had finally came home. When he walked in the room, he looked over at me before taking his shirt off and getting in the bed with me. He kissed my forehead and pulled me close to him.
I moved away from him and he sighed. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just don't want to be bothered."
"Nah. I know I been actin' like a bitch but I'm sarry. That shit dead as of today."
"Don't feed me bullshit August. If you don't mean it please don't say it." I stressed.
"I mean it baybeh. Trust ya' man."
"I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yes, I guess." I giggled as he wrapped his large hands around my waist and smiled widely.
"Oh really?" He started tickling me.
"No babe no! Stop!" I tried pushing him off of me but he wouldn't let up. "August stop before I kill you." I snapped.
"The fuck?"
"I told you to stop and you didn't. Stupid ass bitch." I pushed him and walked into the kitchen. "Ice-cream sounds good." I smiled to myself.
I hoped in the counter and started eating some ice-cream from the tub. August came in seconds later, "You want some?"
"Nah. I'm good."
"You weren't gonna get any--anyways." I grinned and he frowned.
"You good?"
"I'm fine. You wanna watch a movie with me?" He nodded and I nodded. "I was on Facebook and I saw this bullying movie that's on Netflix. It's called A Girl Like Her. It looks good."
"Whateva' you wanna watch i'a watch." That's a lie.
"Okay."
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After watching the movie I was in full blown tears. It was so sad. Only thing is, when my daughter went into a coma, I would've been at the school beating kids ass.
"I wanna be really close to our child, I don't want our child to go through something like that."
"I'll be damned if a muthafucka bully our kid. I'll fuck they shit up."
"I know you will." I rubbed circles in his chest.
"Damn right. You ask the docta' if you could come with me fa' dese meet and greets?"
"I can."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. Do you think your fans will wanna meet me?"
"Some of 'em. I read they comments when I posted the dates. Most of 'em love ya'."
"And some of them hate me."
"I'on care. That's why when I see some disrespectful shit they get blocked."
"It's not that serious. You don't have to do that."
"It is."
"I guess but babe.."
"Wassup?"
"Do you feel like our marriage will last? Not that I'm doubting us or anything but do you?"
"Yeah. I do. Because I love the hell outta you and i'an lettin' you go." I sniffed, "Why you cryin'?"
"Because you're so nice." He chuckled and kissed my forehead.
"Is that right?"
"Yes. Did you sign all the albums?"
"I did. My fuckin' hand hurt."
"Does it hurt that bad?" I sat up. "Because.." I but my lip making him groan and move under me.
"Is you serious?"
"Yes."
"Shit, let's go."
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Short. I don't care.
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