❛ 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...
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' 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝟔, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒. ' the degrate's residence ━━━ corpus christi, texas !
THE DOORBELL HAD RUNG throughout Milani's Corpus Christi residence, Milani rushed down the stairs from her bedroom to the front door. Seeing the front porch light on, she seen the familiar tall but yet medium sized figure, with a small infant with their head poked up, in their embrace.
She beamed brightly, opening the door — there stood Tupac and little Malia whom was laying her head in the crook of his shoulder. She had spent the day with him and Afeni, and she could tell she hadn't taken one second of a nap.
"Aw, my baby is back! Mommy missed you." Milani cooed as she grabbed Malia from Tupac's embrace. "She was barely gone for the day, I was about to just have her spend the night, truth be told." Tupac laughed, closing the front door behind him, placing Malia's diaper bag down, he watched Milani swayed back and forth with her daughter.
"You good?" He asked, examining her face, she had looked like she'd been crying. His brushy eyebrows grew narrow as he awaited for an answer from his best friend. She simply nodded, he shot her the look, Milani fixing Malia on her chest. "I'm okay. We can talk about it later." He nodded.
"Damn, I really can't believe you a mother." Tupac said, before flopping on the couch, changing the subject. "Me neither, but she's such an angel. I love motherhood more than ever, I never understood how I could love someone so much." She explained to him, before sitting down on the other side of the couch.
"Angel, my as—behind. Homegirl was rattling her damn toy around, hit me in the face while we was laying down. I took that toy away from her But she started crying. I didn't like it, so I gave her, her toy back." He huffed, Milani just laughed. "You and DeVante are just the same when it comes to her. I love my baby, but you should've just let her cry. She'll stop eventually, she has the both of you wrapped around her little finger, I swear. Did she have a bath?" She asked, and he quickly nodded.
Tupac was like Malia's second father, she'd spent the night numerous times at his home in San Antonio, with Afeni. The two were inseparable, she had him wrap around her finger with her beautiful canvas, as well as her emotions, and he fell for her them every single time. She was spoiled by love already for being almost five months.
"Yup, she sure did. The water felt so good, she almost fell asleep in the tub." He told her, making her laugh. "You know Nelly is here too, and Bee." She told her, and with that Nelly had entered from behind them in the guest room.
