For The Love Of Guns : Roc Royal Love Story

Chapter 1 : Cj ❤️

Aaliyah :

"Chres put that down !" I take Cj's hand and guide him away
"Shashashashasha" He giggles and talks
I sit him down on the couch , as doing so he gets up . Jumping off the couch , he runs behind me closely . I laugh a little , then I pick him up . He smiles and grabs my nose with his little fat hand , all I can do is smile , and notice how much he looks like his dad .
"You read to eat eat ?" I smile at him
"Baba" He giggles
"Yea , eat eat" I smile
We go into the kitchen , I sit him down on his high chair . Then I walk over the the fridge , as soon as I think he'll be good . I hear a loud crash , turn around , and look he's playing with his spoon . Just then the front door swings open , dad walks in with Big Chresanto (Or Roc) following him .
"Aaliyah ! Where are you ?" My dad says
"Kitchen feeding Cj" I smile
They walk in , and before I can say a word , Roc picks up Cj and runs around the kitchen making airplane sounds with him. I smile to myself a little , dad just stares as if Chresanto isn't being a man . I remember was I was about five or six , and dad used to play with me like that .
"Aaliyah , did you feed him yet ?" Roc asks
"No I was just about to but you came in" I roll my eyes
"Well , let's go out to eat" Roc smiles
"With what teeth ?" I smile sarcastically
"And another thing Aaliyah , you got my son hair looking at crazy" He adds
"Chresanto August ! You barely come around !" I yell
"So ? I have work you know" He shakes his head
"Not doing shit , but standing outside selling weed and killing people !" I yell
"That's how you have everything you have" My dad shrugs
Actually that's not how I have everything I have , my mom's life insurance payed for this house . My dad never really did much I mean of course buying me nice things is cool and all but he never taught me much about life . I wish I would've known half the stuff I knew when I got pregnant with Chresanto Jr. , I'm just now understanding shit . As far as Big Chresanto raising his child , it's something he swears he does but in all reality , Cj sees him maybe 3 times a week . Every time I go to court and ask for at least a hundred dollars to buy , Cj toys , clothes , and food , it's always an excuse . Chresanto's personal favorite "I have no job"! . You trap on the corner and let you or my father tell the story it's a "real job"
"Why do you have an irritated look ?" My Dad asks
"I just got a headache" I shake my head
I go over to the microwave , take Cj's food out , take my baby from Chresanto and head upstairs . Before I can get up the steps , Cj starts crying , and I smell poop . I roll my eyes and continue walking . Once upstairs , I go into Cj's room and put him on his changing table .
"Somebody smell like they poopy" I smile
"I got this" Roc comes out of nowhere
"Move" I push him out of my way
"Why can't you just let me spend time with my son he's my child too" He scoffs
"Fine" I pick up Cj's food and leave the room
"Bring him to me when your done !" I shout walking away
Not even five minutes past before Chresanto bust into my room holding Cj in his arms . I smile to myself as I see Cj giggling in Chresanto's arms , they truly do look a like but some people say he looks more like me . Chresanto hands me Cj , and then sits in my bean bag that is next to my bed .
"What are you doing ?" I ask
"Staying" He smiles
"Why ?" I ask
"We need to talk" He pulls out his phone
"About ?" I ask
"Stuff" He shrugs while texting
"Like ?" I roll my eyes
"Why you act like you don't want me around Cj or something ?" He asks me
"Chresanto what the hell are you talking about !?!" I shake my head while feeding Cj
"I'm just saying everytime I come over here , you act like its a big fucking issue" He shrugs
"No it's not you , it's the dumb stuff you do Chresanto !" I yell
"What do you mean ? Is it because I barely give you money for Cj ?" He asks

Chresanto :

     I understand I hardly give her money , and when I do it's barely anything . At least I try though , I mean , if she hit me up and said Chresanto need some more diapers or wipes or something I'd get him some . I mean to be honest I'm not completely used to being a parent just yet . He's only 1 , I really love my son to death I don't know what I'd do without him .
"Hello snap back into it dumb ass !!" I look up to find Aaliyah yelling at me
"Damn , sorry I was just thinking" I shake my head wiping my face
"Chresanto look , I just want you to be around more for Cj , he's one now , and he barely knows you . I'm sure he's probably thinking your just some man who comes to play with him from time to time maybe two or three days a week" She crosses her arms
"Listen Yn I would take Cj to my house , let him run around and play , have fun , and relax all weekend , but you won't let me" I throw my hands in the air
"Because Roc ! He's very attached to me if I leave the room he follows , hell if dad tried to take I'm outside without me for a few minutes he will flip the fuck out !" She yells
"Well then come with us just let me have sometime with my son" I beg
"How about this , you can have him for the weekend but he better be back Sunday , and another thing don't just let him run wild ! Play with him !" She yells
"I will trust me ! , now the other thing I wanted to speak about" I smile a little
"Now what ?" She rolls her eyes
"Why can't we raise him together like a family ?" I ask
"Chresanto you told me you weren't ready for anything real , you just wanted to make your money , and do what you have to do" She nods
"Ok but now things are different , we're raising a child together , and you know I love you I always have" I smile
"I just don't want to be with you" She shrugs
"Come on Aaliyah" I shake my head
"I just want to raise my child and live my life the right way" She nods and goes back to feeding Cj
"Mamamama" He smiles
"Awww you said Mama oh my god !!" Aaliyah gets all hype
She pulls out her phones and starts to record , she is smiling as she records him . He's giggling and laugh , she's smiling and laughing . Look just a like too , most people say he's me all over but I don't see it at all , as a matter a fact he acts a lot like me . He laughs at everything even when it isn't even funny , he's very sarcastic , Aaliyah says he's not but I say he is .
"Chresanto I need to pack his bag , can you hold him ?" Aaliyah asks
"Yeah I got you" I stand up and take Cj
"Thanks" She leaves the room
Cj looks at me with a funny face , I smile at him , then I make a silly face right back . I spot one of his toys laying on the floor so I pick it up , he snatches it and holds it . Then with a quickness , Cj runs across the room.
"Can I have it ?" I asks
"Nooooo" He says (Cj only knows how to say No and huh maybe Mama)
"Please ?" I smile
"Nooooo" He laughs
"Come on now Chres" I laugh
"Nooooo" He smiles
This kid is a trip I swear , this is one thing he does do that reminds me of myself a lot of times . I'm always playing around , Cj isn't a bad kid like I was though , he's a lot nicer and happier . I was like this though from he ages one to eight then I didn't really like people anymore .
"Ok I got everything packed" Aaliyah walks back into the room
"Ok what's what ?" I ask
"Ok so his schedule is all a piece of paper in the bag , his teddy bear Melvin is what he's holding , bath at 7:30 PM , and bed at 8:00 PM . No food or drinks after 6 , uhm don't give him a lot of cheese unless you want to change poop all night , and he has clothes , diapers , and wipes but he needs more diapers 'cause he only has three and those are his last" She nods
"Ok I'll get him a few boxes of diapers" I shrug
"His food and stuff are in there too" She smiles a little
"Ok" I nod