Chris POV
It's been a month. Chris is out of the hospital now. I have him. Rita's parents came to the US and agreed that it would be best if I took care of him. Scott, French, and Tyga were all over my house. Royalty was coming over later.
Chris started crying as soon as I put his bottle down. I sighed. "Look at you being a daddy. This is the first child you had as a new born." Scott said. I looked at him. "I'm going to sit over there." he said walking away.
"Yeah." I picked up the bottle and put it to Chris's mouth. He stopped crying. I sighed. Then sat there holding him as he drunk the milk.
"Chris, where's the food at?" Tyga asked.
"You gonna go to the store for me?" I asked.
"Hell no."
"Then shut the fuck up." I said. He sighed.
"When is Rita coming back? You seemed more happy when she was here." French said.
"We would've been good if she didn't drink while she was pregnant." I said. Scott shook his head.
"Look, you need to stop snapping on people. Where has that gotten you?" he asked.
"Everywhere. I mean, I have gotten in trouble but it just gotten me things I love now."
"Like?"
"Ro, Chris."
"Truuuu." French picked up Chris's favorite toy. Then put it in his lap. "Why does he look so much like you?" he asked.
"He's my son." I said.
"I know but Ro looks like you too. You're genes are strong asf."
"I know. I love it. I don't want to see Rita in him."
"Stop saying that. If you did something stupid, wouldn't you want her to forgive you?" Tyga asked. I shook my head.
"This is different."
"If I hurt anyone, it's only her. She hurt me, my son, and if anything happens to her brother, Royalty will be hurt." Then the doorbell rang. "Speaking of my queen." I said. I held Chris and his bottle as I walked to the door. Once I opened the door, I tried to close it. Only for Rita to keep it open.
"Please, Chris. You can't keep our son from me." she said. I sighed and I felt Chris being taken from my arms. I turned and looked at Scott.
"Look, you need to talk to your woman. I don't want you to be like me and Kourt." he said fixing the bottle in Chris's mouth. I nodded. "Let her in. She's a woman."
"Right. Come in Rita." I said backing up. She walked past me into the living room. I smelled her familiar scent, It was Chanel No 5. I smiled and followed behind her. She sat down and looked at me.
"Chris, I'm sorry. I hate that I did something horrible that'll affect our son for the rest of his life."
"Rita, shhh." I told her shaking my head. "I know you didn't mean for it to happen."
"Chris, I think you should let me finish. Because, I took that drink intentionally. I had a drinking problem and I lied."
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I was going to tell you at the hospital and I was scared."
"I really can't believe this."
"My mum and dad are taking me to a rehab center and I wanted to tell you."
"If you knew you had a drinking problem, then why did you agree to have this child? There is so many people effected by your fuck ups."
"So I'm the only person to blame for all of the things happening?"
"Rita you drank while pregnant. Which fucked up Chris's life."
"Do you think I wanted to drink?" she asked me. I looked at her confused.
"Look, Rita, you literally just told me that you have a drinking problem."
"Chris! That's not my fault."
"So whose fault is it?"
"Yours." She whispered.
I looked around and pointed to myself. "My fault. Rita, you need serious help." then Scott came in.
"Chris can I talk to you?" he asked. He had this scared look on his fault. I followed him out the living room. "He stopped breathing." he told me going into the living room. I shook my head as the tears came to my eyes.
"I called 911." Tyga said.
I shook my head and did what the doctor told me to do if his heart ever did that again.
Press. Press. Press. Press. Blow into his mouth. Wait for him to cough or something. Nothing. Do it all again until either the EMTs come or he starts breathing. Press. Press. Press. Press. Blow into his mouth.
He coughed. The tears flew down my cheeks. I leaned over top of him and kissed his forehead. I sighed.
"Oh my gosh. My baby." Rita said. I turned to face her.
"See what I have to do. Constantly." She looked at me. "Do you know how I feel, having to go through this?"
"Chris he still could've had this if I didn't drink."
"Yeah. But. There would've been a higher chance this would have happened. None of this. I wish, sometimes, I would've stayed home that one day instead of running into you." I said as Scott let in the EMTs. They walked up to Chris and did what they were supposed to and then asked me the same questions they usually do when this happens. Then they took him out the house and into the ambulance. I followed them then stopped and looked at Rita.
"Get help." Then I looked at French. "Can you handle Nia when she gets here?"
"Of course." he said smiling. He had a crush on her. I shook my head and went in the ambulance.
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