❛ 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, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝟏𝟎, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔. ' the STRAT hotel ━━━ las vegas, nevada !
"YOU'RE GETTING SO BIG, baby. You're almost three, and you take after Dada's looks far too much to my liking, I'm jealous." Milani frowned playfully, the two year old laughed at her mother antics ahead of her continuous to the brushing of her teeth with the help of Milani.
After a nice and warm shower, Milani and Malia had shared together, the two were rounding up their night as they began to grow more exhausted than before. "I call Dada?" Malia asked, turning her body on the counter and looking up at Milani, with natural glossy eyes staring into hers.
They reminded her so much of both DeVante and Tupac upon looking at her daughter. She had the same eyelids and shape as her father, whenever he wasn't high or looking frustrated. But the hefty curtain of eyelashes over them reminded her of Pac's and how wide her eyes could become.
"Yes, we call Daddy in a lil' bit. We'll see if he even answers, he's at home in Jersey." She laughed, before she tied her hair into a messy bun. Milani grabbed Malia from the bathroom sink, walking into the other end of the hotel, she grabbed ahold of her phone, dialing DeVanté's number.
The phone had rang a couple times before it had picked up, DeVanté's sleepy raspy voice ringing through her ears. "Yo, what's up? Why you callin' me so late? Shouldn't you be sleep, old lady?" He snickered, Milani rolled her eyes.
"Fuc—forget you, DeVanté. Your daughter wants to talk to you before she goes to sleep." She explained, DeVanté waited until she placed the phone to his daughter's face. "Daddy! Hi!" She exclaimed, Milani shook her head, laughing.
"Hey mama, what you doing? Daddy misses you." He cooed, fixing his posture on the bed. "I go sleep soon. I miss you too, Daddy. What you doing?" She repeated, DeVanté laughed at her mimic. "Daddy was sleep, what you still doing up? It's late, girl. You better go to sleep. Daddy will talk to you in the morning, alright?"
"Daddy sleepy, mama."
"Okay, we let Daddy sleep. Say goodnight, love you." Malia repeated the same into the phone, handing it back over to Milani. "Pure Daddy's girl, but call me in the morning if you can, please. I want to talk to you about something." She informed, Milani could feel DeVanté nod his head on the other end.
"It doesn't sound good but alright, kiss my daughter for me. I love you." He told her, Milani softly smiled. "I will, I love you too, De." And with that, the line had went dead, Milani placed the phone on the nightstand before she adverted her attention onto her daughter.
