"We So Disrespectful"

Chapter 12...

Santana

"Good morning daddy" I heard my daughter Faith say as my eyes pop open she was sitting on my chest

Morning baby doll where's your mom I asked as she got up I sat up and placed a kiss on her forehead

"She's downstairs trying to cooking daddy" she whispered trying not to laugh at my face impression, Daddy fix your face

Cooking? You mean cook Faith. What she cooking she can't cook I said putting on a t-shirt almost running downstairs with my daughter on my heel just as she said Paris was in the kitchen with flour and pancake mix everywhere what the fuck she need flour for anyway

Par ! what you doing down here I yelled causing her to jump

"Ooh hey baby good morning , I was just making breakfast for you Faith and I " she said smiling as I looked over her shoulders and scrunched up my face at the sight of the burnt mess she made

"No she isn't I ain't eating that crap" Faith said low for only me to hear it

"Uhh baby how about you just let me take y'all out for breakfast "I said hearing Faith laughing behind me