Life After Marriage Book 3

Making Breakfast

**** So Aug went off on someone at the last concert who asked him to take off his glasses. Y’all know he has no chill in this story or real life. I know he is super sweet, but boy I would so hate to get in an argument with him. You’d never win.

And he’d probably hurt your pretty little feelings .You can see the video on Team August Alsina Nation Instagram. It’s the one where there’s a close up of him holding a mic. He has on a black beater and his black hat is backwards. 

But a person said this in the comments to explain why he is uncomfortable taking off his glasses. I believe she asked him at the meet and greet.

“Last night I asked him about coming out the shades and he told me that that's his comfort zone. He compared it to him asking me to take my clothes off in front of everyone in the room..which I definitely wouldn't feel comfortable doing. So for anyone thinking he was being a jerk in this video, he wasn't.. He was only protecting his safe zone.”

Anyway Auggie in the m/m. And man y'all have been killing me with these comments the last two chapters. Y'all are really into this lol. 

AMBER P.O.V. –

I opened my eyes to look at the clock that was directly next to me, and I panicked when I saw the time. My alarm didn’t go off. I usually wake up at 6 a.m, an hour before everyone, so I could make sure clothes were ready and breakfast was prepared, before I woke the kids and August up. It was now 6:30.

I quickly sat up and looked to my side, but August wasn’t there. I got out the bed, but a sharp pain in my back made me slow down my movement. I didn’t know why I kept experiencing the pain in my back.

“Babe?” I slowly went into the bathroom to see if he was in there. He wasn’t. As I walked downstairs, I smelled the aroma of breakfast.

I walked in the kitchen to see Aug over the stove, turning over some bacon in the skillet.

He had the kitchen table set. He had the kids lunches already packed on the counter. And he had their uniforms already ironed.

“Good morning babe.” August looked over at me, then back at the food on the stove.

“You really got it laid out.” I smiled impressed. He really truly was trying.

 He cooked bacon, scrambled eggs, waffles and grits.

“I made a fruit salad too.” He turned off the stove, then got it out the fridge. He sat it on the counter.

He got a piece of cantaloupe out and fed it to me. Then pecked my lips.

“I’ll go get the kids up.” I was about to leave he pulled me back to him. He scooted the fruit salad over, then picked me up and put me on the counter. He stood between my legs.

“How are you so skinny but are able to do that? I’m still amazed.” I chuckled.

“Skinny don’t mean not strong. I can flip you all types of ways. We’ll get to that when we work on our fourth baby.” He took a piece of pineapple out, put it between his teeth and motioned for me to bite the other end. I did. Licking the remnants of juice off his lips.

“There will be no number four.” I said with my forehead against his.

He chuckled. “It was a joke.”

He stood between my legs and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“So take my card.” He pulled his credit out his pocket.