Anastasia's pov
"Where's Chris?"Angel shouts from the living room. Though I'm in clear view of her. I think she has a closer relationship with him then I do sometimes. Chris is my best friend since high school , who's been by my side when literally had no one else. When I told him was pregnant with Angel, he took on the responsibility of helping me with her. He's not her father and six years later, that still doesn't bother him. Jay, Angels biological dad wanted nothing to do with her. I actually preferred it this was, so does Chris, my parents and his family. Angel needs someone consistent in her life and I know Jay wouldn't be. In a way I see it as a blessing because he's into that same lifestyle that my dad is into. That might land in him prison, doing a ten years bid. And Jay is also doing a bid, from what I was told he got five.
"Chris said he would be here in ten minutes."I answer. As I put her and Chris's snacks in a bag. It's only a two hours drive but these two eat every five minutes.
On December 22, for the past six, seven years I've always gone with Chris and his family to their home out in Connecticut. I didn't feel out of place, I just kept my mouth closed every time someone ,who had their noses in the air came around. Which was mainly Freddy's sisters, Whitney always checked them. I was very hesitant to go the first time but his mom Whitney wasn't having it. Once we became close, our parents started to build a friendship because Chris and I were around each other so much. Chris's dad Fred, helped my dad get a great lawyer when he was fighting his case. He was facing twenty years and his lawyer got it down to ten years.
Both of his parents became concerned about me staying in The Bronx when my dad went away. Between then and now, they've always made sure I was good. Financially or just needed help with Angel. Especially Chris. He annoys me majority of the time but I'm grateful for him and his family. With working for his dad's company, helps me make my baby girls life a lot better. From where we live to what I provide for her. Along with his family, my mom when she pops in and my dad which is suspicious because he is in prison.
"What did you put in there?"Angel walks her little self over to the kitchen.
"Red velvet cookies, turkey sandwiches and some juice."I explain, all things Chris and Angel love. The only cookies Chris will eat is red velvet, white chocolate cookies. He has my child hooked on them, Angel refuses to eat any other cookies. Same goes for Angels sandwich meat choice, turkey nothing else. They make my life complicated.
I hear the door open and Angel sprints over to Chris. Knocking on the door isn't an option for him. He has the key, comes and goes as he pleases, his little hide out for when his man whoring days become too much.
"Are you ready?"He asks Angel, who's in his arms.
"Yup. We are packed. I want to see grandma."Angel says. Whitney and Fred wanted her to call them that from the moment she started talking. I've always showed her pictures of my dad and she knows that's Papa.
I refuse to bring her to a prison and that's somewhere my dad doesn't want her to be.
When my mom is clean, I do let her see Angel. She doesn't look like a rough addict but it's a massive difference in her personality because she's high and Angel doesn't need to see that. When my mom is sober, oh sis is everything. Gigi is life! Chris's parents call around the clock to see how she's doing, she has Freddy wrapped around her fingers, Chris and I think she will be a mini version of his sister Vannie .
"She wants to see you too."He kisses her cheek then looks at me."Took long enough."I say.
"Leave me alone. Let's go."
We are staying for a week, one bag for Angel and one bag for myself and a bag for our smell goods. Whitney buys Angel her Christmas dress every year so that's something I don't have to worry about.
