A changed life {Chresanto August story} ⚠️UNDER CONSTRUCTION⚠️

handle it

★roc pov★

Me: (opens door) thank god you finally here

(R.M=rocs mom)

R.M: boy dont make me slap you back to the day you lost yo 2 front teeth now where my granddaughter and my daughter in law

Daja: roc im hungr- MOMMY

(Jumps and hugs her)

R.M: you act so babish (smiles and hugs her back)

Me: thats what i said

R.M:you baby her

Me: ive been told

R.M:you suppose to (rubs her head)

Daja: your my suprise aren't you

Me: yup

Daja: YAY

R.M: im takin you some where just me you and tr-

Me: mom!! You know i don't like that name

R.M: okay roc then by the way its presents in the trunk for ashanti's party tomorrow and for christmas since im staying ill keep the christmas ones away tell her come here i have one early one i want to give her

Me: shanti come here please (she run downstairs)

Shanti: yess daddy

Me: look whose here

shanti: GRANDMA (hugs her legs)

R.M:hey little one (picks her up look what i got you its your early birthday presents (hands them to her)

Shanti: thank you (opens them) daddy mommy look (holds up photo of them at the park one day) its me you and mommy

Me: thanks mom

R.M: open the other one

Shanti: (opens the other) a laptop

me: nope no laptops

R.M:you had a laptop at her age

me: no i didnt

R.M: yes you did what you think you talk to daja on kissing her through the screen and calling he-

me: OKAY OKAY FINE dang just dont repeat it its embarrassing

Daja: (trying not to laugh) he was like you go to sleep ill watch you okay (burst out laughing)

R.M: oh so thats why he was always sleep in school

Shanti: so daddy i can have it

Me:........fine but no boys on skype or oovoo unless its with uncle prod,diggy,russy,and issa

And no men older than that isa and summer you can talk to them too but thats it

shanti: what about uncle way

Me: mommy or daddy has to be with you when talking to him

Shanti: thank you your the best daddy in the world!! (Hugs his legs)

Me: i know

(Door rings)

Me: okay food is in the fridge dont eat my chicken

Prod: well it ant yours if its in my stomach now is it

Shanti: where you guys going

me: (whispers in her ear)

Shanti: oh okay

Daja: (walks outside) roc get ma shoes

Me: (runs upstairs and grabs her shoes) be good for uncle prod okay