I Do. (August Alsina)

I Do, 24

[Sarah and Christian in mm]

August Alsina.

I was still at the interview wit Hot .97 talkin ta' these fools. They had me a bit tight when they kept bringin up Jessica hoe ass. Talm bout some Jessica this and Jessica that. I'm ti'ed of that shit. Minimum question on my upcomin album, but a whole lotta question on Jess hoe ass. But it's whateva, this what I get fa' trying to wife that bitch.

"Alright, one more question August. Some days ago on TMZ, they caught you, your brother and your nieces at the airport. But what the fans were goin crazy over was the chick you had in this passenger seat. That's bae, Aug?" Ebro said grinnin in ma' direction.

I smirk. "I can't be friends wit ha'?" I asked strokin ma' chin hairs.

"Nah, G. Fans say they see y'all out all the time on dates, holding hands, kissing each other in the cheek. What happened to Ms. Jessica?" He asked.

I cleared ma' throat, drinkin some water. "Man," I wanted ta' say fuck Jess bum ass, but I couldn't. I'on wanna shine no mo light on that bitch. "We ova. We ain' made fa' each otha and I'm not bout to force ma'self or ha' in this relationship. We betta separated than tagether."

"That's why you had that woman in the car." Laura asked causin me ta' laugh.

"Dats ma' baybeh. She a real good friend. She ain' bae yet, but she a real ass friend." I said smilin a lil.

"Alright then August. Ladies y'all heard it here first. August Alsina bout to be off the market." Rosenberg said laughin.

"Y'all muthafucka funny as hell." I laughed.

"So Aug, your album This Thing Called Life?" Ebro said bringin it back ta' business.

"Yeah. Go get ma' album This Thing Called Life comin out December 16." I said keepin it simple and short.

"This Thing Called Life out December 16, get ready. We out." Ebro said and they shut the cameras off and mics.

"That's really yo ol' lady Aug?" Rosenberg asked, makin me laugh.

Talm bout some fuckin ol' lady. That's ma' fucking wife.

"Man gon." I laughed. "But nah, not yet."

Afta a few minutes of talkin ta' them fools, I grab ma' shit and went back ta' ma' crib.

Ta' say a nigga was ti'ed was a understatement. A nigga exhausted. I couldn't wait ta' take ma' ass house and lay in ma' nice ass bed and relax.

As I pulled up at ma' crib, I could see Sarah and lil man onna porch playin and shit.

"Wazzam baybeh." I said kissin ha cheek.

"Hey." She answered back dryly.

"You good?" I asked.

She turned ha' head ta' look at me befo' shakin ha' head. "No, I'm not. Christian, baby, go in the house real quick."

He nodded and ran inna house. "What's wrong wit you? Peter botherin you still? I swea' ta' God, I'll beat the fuck outta this bitc–"

"No he's not, August. I saw your wife. She pulled up today." She cut me off.

I paused, starin inta Sarah's face. "Fuck you say?"