❛ YOU AND I COULD BE ONE
AFTER ALL, OUR LOVE COULD
BE SO STRONG, YOU AND I
WOULD NEVER STOP. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two music lovers cross paths between one another - not knowing the outcome of their kind of love.
proudest achieve...
U AND I. ( CHAPTER FORTY TWO ! ) WORST PRICE OF FAME.
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' 𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝟏𝟓, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒. ' 8th annual soul train awards ━━━ los angeles, california !
"BIDI BIDI BOM BOM, BIDI BIDI bom bom, bidi bidi, bom, bom." Milani hummed as Selena's Bidi Bidi Bom Bom, played loudly throughout their hotel bathroom. DeVante swayed back and forth in the mirror with Malia in his arms, her cheek mushed against the side of his own as she made slight noises from the actions that were being placed onto her tiny body.
She'd gained little weight from when she was when she was born, being she just hit the two month mark. Tonight, was the 8th Annual Soul Train Awards. This was the second award show Milani had be in attendance to within the last couple weeks, the other being the Grammy's where she took home, Best Female R&B Vocal Performance.
Tonight would also be the last time Milani performed for the rest of the year, guaranteed. She was in the midst of now shooting the soundtrack to her second movie, Dreamgirls — being able to meet Whitney Houston, which was another bittersweet moment for her.
On this specific night, she was being nominated for Best R&B/Soul Album by a Female artist. Meanwhile, Jodeci was being nominated for R&B/Soul Single by Group, and Milani was guaranteed that they'd win. The single was doing phenomenal ever since they performed it almost a year ago. Milani was also set to preform a special tribute to Whitney after she received the Sammy Davis Jr. Award for Entertainer Of The Year. Then she was done with performing until next year.
"Aw this is my baby's song." Milani cooed, fixing the golden bracelet with her name engraved on the plate, a gift from DeVante, that was wrapped around Malia's wrist. Fluffing her curls out, Malia began to move around at a fast pace, not wanting to be touched on the head.
She really didn't want to be messed with nobody when she was with her father. Malia had grown a little more weight onto her, her hazel eyes had brought in a light brown color surrounding her black orbs. Her hair was still wild curly and messy, but it was cute.
"Say, I'on wanna be touched Mommy. I'm with Daddy." He teased, grabbing her hand, her little fingers wrapped around his thumb, making her jump slightly in front of Milani's face. "You really are a Daddy's girl. He was my Daddy first." Milani scoffed, walking back over to the bathroom sink.
"I can be shared, but it's my princess turn right now." He grinned, planting kisses along Malia's face and neck causing her to crack a smile.
