❛ 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 FIFTY ! ) DOWNHILL FROM HERE, PART TWO.
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' 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝟏, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒. ' the swing's residence ━━━ corpus christi, texas !
"OKAY MAMA, I GET it . . . I get it, you're hurting. But you've got to calm down, okay? Calm down for Daddy, please?" DeVante cooed, as he tried to soothe Malia into her afternoon nap. Her gums were hurting more and more everyday, especially somehow, when she was soon going to be put down to sleep.
She was a smart baby, though. Malia happened to not just be crying because her gums hurt, but she knew her father was going to put her to sleep and leave her in the room alone, whilst he went down to the basement to work on his music with her uncles. She didn't want to let go of her father, he eased her pain, and she loved being up under him.
"Man, you ain't doing that shit right. You suppose to do this . . ." K-Ci chuckled to himself before he cried louder than she was, and his fake cries were horrible. Her, being startled began to slow down on her sobs, now frowning up while the rest of amount of water from her eyes were falling down until there was no more left.
"Nigga, that shit didn't work. She just got scared, and stopped what she was doing. She gon' start crying in five minutes, tops." DeVante kissed his teeth, rocking Malia back and forth in the kitchen. She began to suck on her frozen pacifier, laying her head on his shoulder, one arm clutched onto the back of his shirt while the other was on his earlobe.
"You weird, Melly." He laughed lightly before he sat on the couch, fixing her posture on his chest. "Don't talk about my niece like that, she's not weird. Oh baby, you okay? What's wrong? Gummies hurt?" Dalvin cooed on the back side of the couch.
He seen her reached for him, Dalvin grabbed Malia from DeVante's embrace. "She's not, she's just clingy like her momma. All she wanna do is be up under me, and me only." DeVante groaned, running his hands on his face as his eyes closed.
He'd been awake since the previous morning, the time currently striking almost three in the afternoon, and he hadn't even gotten any sleep before then due to both of his girls. But he hadn't mind nor thought to complain about it.
Milani was spending the day, running errands after errands. She went to drop Kennedy off at the rehab center just two hours outside of Corpus, then caught up with Tupac, before she'd come back home to her fiancée and their teething daughter.
"Don't just blame it on Milani. You baby her, and you spoil her, so she always gets what she wants, non-materialistically. Which is being up under her father." Dalvin kissed his teeth, before sitting down on the sofa.
