House Guest Part 2

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**** This is the last chapter that will be posted in this story. Please add Life After Marriage if you want to read more of this. I just posted it in here for all those who didn't get the memo last chapter. 

Basement in the m/m ****

AUGUST P.O.V. –

“Hey sunshine.” Amb smiled as I walked in the kitchen rubbing my eyes and stretching.

She was ironing my clothes for work and I walked over to her and pecked her lips.

“You feeling okay?” She looked at me concerned.

“Just tired.” I looked in the fridge and got out the grape juice. I took a glass from the cabinet, rinsed it out, then poured some juice in it.

“Aww I know. I hate you have to work this Saturday.” She changed the setting on the iron.

 “Gotta do what I gotta do. Especially since I had to cancel them appointments.” I drank from the glass.

“Your breakfast is on the stove.” She pointed to the stove. “It’s still hot.”

I looked back at the stove with all the food she had prepared, while I finished the rest of the juice in the glass.

“I made you a Greek Salad for lunch, it’s already packed in the fridge so you can grab it on your way out.”

She picked up my dress shirt she was ironing and turned it on the other side.  

“And please, please before you leave today take your iron tablets. I’m sick of making unnecessary doctor’s visits with you, when if you just take the pills, we can avoid it.”

I got a plate out of the dish-holder on the sink, rinsed it off and got some food off the stove.

“Are you listening to me?” Amb looked at me skeptical.

“Baby I’m not deaf.” I said getting my plate and sitting down at the table.

She finished ironing my shirt and sat it on the counter. “I  know you wanted to wear the blue dress shirt, but it was something on it. I don’t know, when I washed it , it wouldn’t come out.”

“Probably something Auggie spilt on me.” I said biting into a piece of bacon. “You know he messy.”

“He’s a toddler. What do you expect?” She gave a slight laugh.

 “Cha called me this morning saying he wouldn’t stop crying about wanting to come home. I talked to him and told him to calm his little self down and that I was going to pick him up later.” She started ironing my dress pants.

“Damn. That boy is always crying.” I got a fork full of grits and ate them.

“I wonder which parent he gets that from. Hm.”

“He didn’t get it from me. He’s like that cause you spoil and baby him.”

“Like I spoil and baby his daddy.”

“You’re my wife that’s in your job description.” I looked out the window on the side of me, at some birds that were flying pass.

“And he’s my son, it’s a part of my mom job description. Nobody says anything when you spoil Sata.”

“I don’t spoil Sata.” I looked at her taking a bite of my biscuit.

“Aug you do. You discipline her yes, but she knows how to weasel her way out of you.”

“Auggie’s a boy. He don’t need to be baby-fied. Like Mel told me, don’t no woman want no crying man.”

“If that was the case you would be single.” She finished ironing my pants and put them, along with my shirt over the chair.

I was going to respond when I saw her cousin walk into the kitchen with just his boxers and go in our fridge like he owned it.

“Morning y’all.” He looked through it, got out the orange juice and drank straight out the fucking carton.

“Bobby! It’s plenty of cups.” Amb smacked her teeth.

“My bad. Where they at?”

“Forget it. Just keep the juice.” Amb closed the fridge.

I looked out the kitchen window that was on the side of me to avoid snapping on this dude.

“And you need to put some clothes on.” Amb told him.

“It’s too hot in the house. Y’all don’t believe in air?” He scratched his nose.

“We do, but Aug gets cold easily.”

“He skinny as hell I can see why.” He laughed then grabbed a piece of bacon out the pan on the stove, with the same hand he scratched his nose with.

“Bobby, that is so nasty. And it has nothing to do with him being skinny. He’s Anemic. “

“He losing his memory already? Boah you too young for that.”

“Not amnesia fool. Anemic. His blood is low from not getting enough iron.”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that man.” He grabbed my shoulder real hard and shook me.

“But I know yo blood was flowing like a mutha-fucka last night. Playa, playa.” He hit me hard on my back, chuckling.

“Y’all must’ve forgot my room was underneath y’all bedroom. And for this to be a high class house y’all sholl got some paper thin walls. Y’all need to fix that. How you gon have a mini mansion, with cheap ass motel 6 walls?” He grabbed a biscuit off the stove and stuffed his mouth.

I just got up and got my clothes off the chair.

“Bobby, please go put on some clothes.” Amb leaned against the counter with her hand on her forehead.

“Sorry bout that. But cuz you was right to get you a woman like Amb.” He pointed at me, still smacking on that damn biscuit.

I am not this nigga’s cousin.

“All that meat she got keeping you warm ain’t it?” He nudged me with his elbow smirking.

“That’s why all I dates is big women. Cut down on my heat bill in the winter. And I guess in your case, they good for your blood too.” He dipped his finger in the pot of grits, scooped up a big chunk and ate it. “

“Bobby!” Amb screamed.

“My bad cuz. Look at her bout to beat my ass.” He laughed with his hands up, then walked out the kitchen.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“I want him out. Today.” I told her.

“Okay.”

She cleaned off the kitchen table and I went upstairs to change for work.

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“Pop-Pop I miss you.” A3 ran up to me as I walked in the door.

“You was only gone a day man.” I picked him up and kissed his cheek.

“Want some?” He held up a fruit snack from the small package he was eating.

“Ahh.” I opened my mouth and he put it in there. I pretended to bite his finger. He laughed super hard. I put him down.

“Where Munch?”

“In the kitchen with mommy.”

“What they doing there?” I took off my shoes.

“Making brownies.” He smiled wide and ran into the kitchen.

I wanted nothing more to do than to go to my spot in the basement, drink a few beers and unwind while watching television.

 I proceeded to unbutton the cuff of my shirt as I walked toward the basement door. I walked  down the stairs to see Bobby Ray’s ass eating a huge bowl of popcorn, flicking through my tv.

“Hey cuz.” He raised his finger to greet me.

I don’t even allow my kids down here. This is my spot!

I practically ran upstairs to the kitchen where Amb was.

“Like this mommy?” Sata said stirring brownie mix.

“Yup. Just like that.”

“Amb.” I leaned against the counter, looking at her with my nostrils flaring.

“Daddy taste my mix!” Sata scooped up some mix with her finger then put it to my mouth.

“Not now babygirl. I’ll taste them when you done.”

“I want some!” A3 jumped up and down.

“Uhh, no your mouth dirty.”

“Is not!” He yelled at her.

“Is too! Dirty boy.”

“I no dirty.” He poked out his lip and cried into Amb’s stomach. Amb rubbed his head.

“Auggie ignore Sata okay?”

“Okay.” He wiped his eyes.

Amb poked Sata hard.

“Ow!”

“Stop being mean to your brother.”

“Amber.” I tried to refocus her attention on the issue.

“I tried baby, I couldn’t.”

I shook my head like okay. I walked out the kitchen and went back downstairs.

“Bobby.”

“Yeah cuz, what’s up?”

“You gon—

“Oh I fixed that toilet in there for you already.” He cut me off.

“In there?”  I pointed to the bathroom.

“Yup.” He went back to watching television.

I went to the bathroom and saw he had fixed the toilet that we hired two plumbers to fix and they couldn’t.

“Wow, thank you Bobby Ray.”

“No problem cuz. I can fix just about anythang.” He took a big handful of popcorn and stuffed his mouth.

“On top of that I appreciate y’all for welcoming me into your home. God gon bless y’all real good for this.” He said with his mouth full.

“Aw it’s no problem man.”

I saw Amb standing on the stairs and she gave me a face like you can’t be serious.

“Anything you need let us know cuz.” I told him.

“Will do.” His eyes were fixated on the television.

I walked passed Amb ashamed up the stairs. She followed behind me and closed the door.

“Chicken.”

“Amb get out my face. The man fixed our bathroom show him a little respect.”

“Are you serious?” She jumped up and down she couldn’t believe what I said.

“Besides there’s a lot of stuff at the office I need fixed and if he can do it. It makes no sense to hire somebody else.”

“So you’re using him now?”

“No. The man lost his job. Be sympathetic. I’m going to give him a job as my repairman at the office.”

Amb folded her arms. “And you’re going to pay him?”

“Yes. But he still got to go.”

“And whose supposed to tell him that?

 “You the lawyer. That’s your job to think.  You’ll figure it out. Love you” I pecked her lips and went toward the kitchen.

“Sata let daddy taste what you made.”

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