❛ 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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' 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝟏𝟏, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔. ' medina estates ━━ woodland hills, california !
"DADA . . . WHERE WE go?" Malia questioned her father, nibbling softly upon the waffle that rested in her hand. "We're going to check on Mama . . . you want to see her, right?" DeVante inquired, looking in the middle mirror, watching his daughter nibble upon her breakfast.
"Yes, we go see Mama." The petite child smiled, DeVante nodded his head and continued to drive up the steep hill to Milani's gated community.
After the man had punched in the righteous code, the metal gates had opened — allowing the man an entry. Within minutes, DeVante approached the residence of Milani's.
"Dada!" Malia called out when he had closed the driver's door, she hasn't noticed he began to retrieve to her side. "Damn girl, can you be patient? Just like your Mama." He huffed, unbuckling the seatbelt prior to his hold to her small frame.
"Baba!" The child pointed behind her, seeing as he was bound to close the door with her hand empty. "I'ma have to get you another stuffed animal . . . I'm sure he's quite the tired fella, don't you think?"
"No! Baba, mine!"
"Right . . . because Dada bought that for you. You're a Daddy's girl, isn't that right?" The father grinned widely, rocking her the slightest in his hold. "No, Mama girl." She responded, DeVante was immediate to play hurt.
"Damn . . . you hurt Dada's feelings." The man poked his plumped lip out. "I'a sorry, Dada." The small child poked her lip out, her hazel orbs growing watery.
DeVante silently groaned to the child's instant emotional state, kissing his teeth. "Don't start that crying, munch. I was just playin' with you, that's how I know you're a Daddy's girl. You cry more over Dada than Mama . . . give Dada beso?" Malia leaned over, pecking his plumped lips.
"Thank you, twin."
The man began to fondle with the keys that rested on the keychain, finding the key that designated to Milani's residence.
"Call out for Mommy." DeVante told his daughter, Malia followed behind his sudden demand. "Mama!" The soft voice of the child echoed throughout the quiet space, to which she received no response.
DeVante closed the door behind him softly, before the man had placed his daughter onto the floor. "Dada, juice? I have juice, please?" The child questioned, DeVante nodded his head.
