Killah Kuwonu

Grandson.

(A/n: Thats Rob ^)

Rob POV

I looked down at my grandson, even though I missed parts of my children's life. I'd always be there for Zion, Nick, Justin, and Lucas.

"He's beautiful." I tell Paris.

She offers a weak smile, I know she hurting. She still in a young body. I'll protect that girl with my life, she the daughter I never had.

"Ain't he look like me? Yeah he look like me, I got a lil nigga version of me." Zion brags.

"Boy ain't no kid deserve to look like ya ugly ass." I suck my teeth.

He rolls his eyes.

"I will smack you upside ya fucking head, roll em again." I threaten.

The door flies open.

The fuck this nigga doing here.

"Oh hell the fuck no." Zion says taking Jr. out my hand.

"Prosper the fuck you doing here?" I ask.

Zion sperm donor likes to pop up out of nowhere.

"You didn't think I wouldn't come to see my grandson?" He asks.

"Have a son, before you have a grandson." I smirk.

Ain't nothing more I love, then getting under people skin.

"Raise ya son, then try to raise mine." He says with a fake ass smile.

"I would kill ya ass, but my daughter laying there tired as hell. Get the fuck out." I shake my head.

I wouldn't let Paris around that mentality.

"I'd like to meet my grandson." He looks at Zion.

"I'd like for you to stay away from my son." He spits.

MY LIL NIGGA GREW UP SO FAST!!

"Fine, but remember this. And you, you gonna get it." He points in my face.

I slap that shit away.

"Nigga fuck you." I tell him.

He leaves and everyones eyes go to Zion.

Killah POV

I should kill that nigga, he has some fucking nerve.

You wanna know your grandson, but you don't even know your son!

Everyone stares at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You okay baby?" Robs wife asks.

"I'm good, I just wanna focus on my son and Paris." I tell them.

They all nod and smile.

They spend a little more time holding and playing with Caleb until visiting hours were over, I watch as Paris feeds him until he falls asleep.

She hands him to me and I put him against my chest.

"Y'all so cute together." She smiles.

"We so cute together." I grab her hand.

She just smiles at me.

"You hungry? I'll get you something to eat." I tell her.

"I'm okay." She says.

"Your throat sound dry, I'll get you water." I stand putting Caleb in the little monitoring crib.

Since he was born a little early, they wanna monitor him.

I walk out to the vending machine and get Paris some water.

I was heading back when my dad stood there.

"I know you don't wanna talk to me, but it's important." He says.

"You right about one thing, I don't wanna talk to you. Whatever you have to say, you should've been able to say 13 years ago. But you got caught lacking, that's your own fault. I just wanna be with my son and wife, ima be a better father then you ever could." I brush past him.

I go into the room and Paris was sleeping, I sit in the chair beside her and hold her hand in mine.

"I can't wait to show you the world babygirl." I run my thumb over he knuckles.

She sifts and her eyes open looking at me.

"You okay?" I ask.

"I'm okay." She assures me.

I give her the water bottle and she drinks it.

"I know you feel weak, but it'll get better." I tell her.

"I know, and I'm sorry for the things I said to you." She chuckles.

It feels good to hear her laugh.

"You were in pain, I understand." I laugh.

"Im just happy he's finally out." She says.

"Atleast you didn't have to dodge any frying pans." I tease.

"I was frustrated." She pouts.

"I know." I run her now flat stomach.

"Zion?" She says looking up at ms.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Are you ever truly gonna be done, being Killah?" She asks.

It's a question I didn't really have the answer to.

"Baby. I'll always have Killah in me, but that doesn't mean I'm still him." I tell her.

She nods.

"I'm not the same man I was across the street." I assure her.

"I know." She stares into my eyes.

"I'm throwing your dog in the garbage." I say under my breath.

"No your not." She says under hers.

"Okay." I say.

"When will you see your family again?" She asks.

If we went back in time to when we first met, I'd be telling her to stop asking so many questions. But it's different now.

"Soon." I tell her.

"Very soon." I repeat.

"We had a child." She stares at him.

"I know." I laugh.

"He's a real one, it's an actual breathing child." She says shocked.

"Yeah, that's how it works." I tell her.

"Wow." She says and leans back.

Her eyes became heavy and started to close.

"There is no women, that could ever replace you." I brush her hair with my fingers.

I admire her, every little single thing about her.

"Not one single soul."