"Well," one of the child services investigators spoke. "We looked around the house and there were minor things that need to be handled. Cleaning products need to be locked away as well as your kitchen knives. But other than than we don't deem you or your home as a danger to Christian Marshall."

As soon as those words left her mouth, I broke down literally praising God. I don't know what I would've done if they would've took Christian. I need my baby back.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much." I said shaking their hands, with tears falling down my face.

"No problem. We have to go and report out investigation to our boss and we'll send an email to the Child Protective Services of Atlanta and we'll have Christian back before noon." She said, before her and her partner walked out.

I stood there crying. I'm literally overjoyed to have my baby back home with me. Throughout this week, it took a toll on both of us and to know that he'll be coming back is just so overwhelming.

Now I don't have to stress and worry about what Chris got my baby eating, doing, or even what time my baby's going to sleep.

I grab my phone and dialed August's number. I waited anxiously for him to answer. After two rings, the call was declined. I frown, calling again and again, but every time I called, he declines it.

I sighed, shaking my head. I know August is still kind of upset that I told him what went down years ago with Chris and I, but he shouldn't. That little experience was waaaaayyy before I even met August. But then again, men hate when their "boys" know how their woman is sexually.

I just honestly want my best friend back.

Instead of leaving a voicemail, I just send him a text.

💚

I stare at the message for a minute before clicking out of my messages. I sigh, calling Chris' phone. And unlike August, Chris answers the phone.

"WHAT UP, LIL NIGGA?" He yelled.

"Christopher Maurice Brown, shut up yelling and do not call me an n-word. But, great news." I said.

"Christian goin' back home today?"

"Yep. The investigators said they didn't deem me a danger to Christian and said he can come back home today. I'm so excited," I said, smiling at the thought of bringing my baby back home.

"That's what's up. What else they say?"

"Not much. They basically said there's certain things that stand out like knives and cleaning products that need to be put up. They also said that they were going to contact their boss to notify him or her that the search came back okay." I explained.

I still couldn't grasp the thought of Christian coming back. Though, it's been five and a half days, I love seeing him everyday and having him with me and around me. I love him so much that a day without him hurts me to the core.

"That's what up, man. He miss you a lot, you know. I forgot to tell you yesterday, but he was goin' crazy when you left. Crying, yelling, throwing a whole ass fit. Lil nigga fucked around and knocked over my lamp."

I gasped. "I'll replace it. I'm really sorry."

"It's aight. He missed you, so it's cool. I gotta call you back, this nigga just woke up." Chris said, making me clench my jaw.

"Call my son one more n-word and I'm going to punch you." I threatened before hanging up.

Ding.

I look down at my phone, seeing that I had a text from August. My heart begins to beat through my chest. I could literally feel my hands shaking. Why am I so nervous? It's just August, my friend.

My best friend.

I quickly open the text, biting my lip.

💚

I quickly text back, smiling a little.

💚

💚

I quickly run to my bedroom to fix my messy hair. For some reason I was extremely nervous to see August.

I shouldn't be though. But, I am. He does something to my soul and my spirit and I'm not mad about it. I like it and I like him. He's a breath of fresh air. He's my escape from all the crap I deal with, including Peter. I don't know, I just love the way August makes me feel.

Ding.

💚

I panic, that wasn't 15 minutes! That was 15 seconds! I look at the text he sent when he asked to come over. Sent at 11:03, I look at the time and seen that it was already 11:20.

I spent 15 minutes day dreaming, instead of making myself presentable for August?! WHAT IN THE ENTIRE WORLD?!

I quickly throw my curly hair into a messy bun, and rushed to the front door. I breathe in and out before opening the door. My breath gets caught in my throat as I see August standing there.

"H-hey," I cleared my throat opening the door wider to let him in. "You can just have a seat on the couch."

He nodded, making his way over to my couch, taking a seat. He licked his lips, staring holes into my body.

"Come hea'." He said.

I closed and locked the door before making my way over to him. I sat down next to him, but kept a good amount of space between us.

"Y-yes?" I said nervously. I could sense something was off just by the way he was acting and quite frankly I was more than nervous.

What could this mean? Is he going to yell at me? Cuss me out? Knock my head clean off my shoulders?

"Why you actin' all nervous and shit like you don't know a nigga?" He asked.

Because I am! You are a beautiful man and the way you're staring at me isn't helping. And, I've been told when people are quiet, their mind is usually running laps.

"I'm not." I said softly.

"Then why ya' stutterin' and talkin' so low? You know me, talk up and dead allat' stutterin' you doin'."

I drop my head, biting my lip. "Sorry."

"Look at me real quick." He said, placing his index finger under my chin, lifting my head up. "Sarah, dis' ain' our first time meetin' or talkin' ta' eachotha'. Why you actin' like you don't know a nigga? We been friends fa' too long fa' you ta' keep actin' shy, scared, and nervous. And if ya actin' like dis' because of what happened yesterday, then I apologize. I was jus' caught off guard."

"I only told you because I didn't want us to build a relationship off secrets and stuff." I shrugged, looking away from him.

"I understand that now. Afta' I dropped you off, I went ta' clear ma' head and a lot of the things I said, I wanted ta' apologize fa'. I'm sawry, baybeh." He said, pulling me onto his lap, kissing on my neck softly. "You accept ma' apology, baybeh."

My heart was beating so fast and my mind was all over the place. "Y-yes."

He placed one last kiss on my neck, before pulling away. "When's lil man comin' back?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, they said before noon. I'm pretty sure they'll send me an email or a text saying he's free to come back home. I want to throw a surprise welcome back home party for him. I'll have more toys for him, cake, and I'll see if I can have more people besides myself, aunt Joyce, and Chris."

"I can bring ma' nieces and them ova'. Ya' gotta meet ma' family anyways so." August suggested.

"That's if they want to attend. I don't want to take y'all out of y'all comfort zone. It's just a small party." I said, playing with my fingers.

"Food involved. They comin'. Plus, I want ta' introduce some of ma' family ta' ma' future." He said, wrapping his long arms around my waist.

I blushed. "You're such a character, Mr. Alsina."

"Mhm. Come on so I'ca pick them and ma' brutha' up from the airport." He said and I panic.

"Nooo. I look a mess, plus I have to get the cake and ice cream from the grocery store."

"You look fine ta' me and I'ca take you." He shrugged.

"No, thank you."

"Yea."

"Anthony, no."

"Jeanie, yes, please baybeh."

I sigh, knowing I'm not winning this battle with August. "Fine, but–"

He stood up with me still in his lap, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

"AUGUST!" I laughed

"Come on, baybeh."

I wiggled out of his arms and when my feet hit the game, I playfully hit his chest. "Stop it, you married man."

He stared at me blankly before rolling his eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

I laughed, grabbing my keys, purse, and a sweater.