After Y/N woke up, the doctors explained to her she had a minor shock attack but she didn't care. All she cared about was her baby. The doctors told her that the baby was healthy and Y/N was so relieved, she burst into tears. Roc and Y/N cuddled together closely in the hospital bed.
*AT HOME*
Roc carried Y/N in the house bridal style.
"Chresanto I can walk, you know." Y/N said.
"You can walk when I'm dead." Roc said smiling. He kisses Y/N's cheek and her face goes from a smooth caramel to a light shade of red. He smiles cheesily and picks Y/N up bridal style once more.
"TO THE KITCHEN." Roc says, walking carefully to the kitchen.
*IN THE KITCHEN*
Roc puts Y/N down in front of the fridge and then sits on the counter.
"You want me to cook?" Y/N said questioning him.
"Yup." He says popping the "p" (lol. popping the p. TWERK SUM GIRL!! my bad)
"I thought you said you didn't want me to walk?" Y/N said, crossing her arms and facing him.
"Didn't say you couldn't cook baby." He jumps off the counter and smacks Y/N's butt. She yelps and goes into the fridge. Roc smiles at her and goes into the living room.
"BABY!!" Y/N yells to him.
"YEAH BABE?" He yells back.
"WHAT YOU WANNA EAT?" Y/N asks him. He looks serious and then scratches his head.
"Hmmmm..." He says, thinking.
"NIGGA PICK!" Y/N yells, getting impatient.
"Ummmmm..... Uhhhh." He stammers. He doesn't like being under pressure.
"We're having barbeque shrimp and french bread." She yells to him. (sorry i'm from Louisiana. that's the first food that popped into my head)
"OKAYYYY!" He yells back.
*SOMEONE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR*
Roc goes up the door and looks through the peephole. Outside is a dark skinned, black haired boy with a tattoo of a rose with "Y/N" around it. Roc looks confused and opens the door.
"Can I help you?" Roc asks him.
"Hi I'm Frank. Frank Ocean to be exact, I'm your fiancee's best friend." He says smirking.
