Life After Marriage Book 3

When in Canada Do as the Canadians Do

*** New Aug interview in the m/m. Aug outfit m/m. ****

AMBER P.O.V. –

“Oh my God August, why do you always do this!” I held my nose as I heard a loud farting noise come from on the other side of the bathroom.

Aug and I had took a flight to Vancouver Island, British Columbia- Canada. My mother agreed to keep the kids for us.

Every single time we went on a vacation without fail, his stomach never acted right. It’s like he would go straight from the plane to the toilet. He smelled soooooooo bad and it was making me nauseous.

“Turn on the fan!” I yelled.

“Ain’t no fan!” He yelled back.

I opened the door to see him scrunched over holding his stomach like he was in deep pain.

“I am going to die. Oh my God.” I said hurriedly finding the switch to the fan. I found it and flipped the switch.

“My stomach hurt so bad. Man.” I heard nothing but a flood of contents into the toilet.

“Yuck! Oh my God August! You stink so bad!” I hurried and closed the door.

I laid on the hotel bed with a pillow over my face to drown out the smell that was now surfacing in the room.

About ten minutes later he came out, fanning the bathroom behind him.

“Whew. Don’t go in there for about an hour.”

“August go take a shower.” I said with the pillow still over my face.

“I’ono feel like it.” He said walking over to me on the bed.

“No.” I held the pillow up to stop him from coming close to me.

“Gimme a hug.”

“No go wash your ass.”

We wrestled with the pillow for a minute until he was able to get it from me.

“August gooooooooooooooo.” I held my hands up to my face, he was trying to kiss me.  

He removed them and  pinned my arms above my head. He was now on top of me.

“August get off of me and go take a shower.” I looked in his eyes.

“Kiss me first.” He puckered his lips.

“No. You need to take a shower.”

He kept trying to kiss me and I tucked my lips.

“I’ll move if you kiss me.” He kissed my neck.

“Gon August.”

“Nope.”

“Here. Damn.” I reached up and pecked his lips. “Now go.”

He got off of me laughing and went in the bathroom.

About twenty minutes later he came out, with a white towel draped around his waist.

“I see you looking at me.” He said going in the luggage for his clothes.

“Umm no. I’m looking at the television thank you very much.”

“Mm-hmm. That’s what all my heauxs say.”

“Good thing I’m not the heaux, I’m the wife.”

“All that means is that you the head heaux.”