❛ 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, 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝟐𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔. ' the haynes's residence ━━━ corpus christi, texas !
"AW BUBS, DID YOU enjoy your nap?" The father to the sleep filled infant cooed, Kayden's small body squirmed in the playpen that he had slept in.
The man laughed the slightest to the soft whimper the infant released upon his stretch. Quik's hand wrapped around the infant's body prior to his placement against his chest.
"It's cold in here now, ain't it? Let's get you changed." He informed, before he traveled up the stairs to the son's nursery. "Bubba!" Dyana exclaimed, making her and her siblings presence known.
"Oh there ya'll are, ain't seen or heard ya'll all day." The man kneeled down to embrace the small children. The man walked over to the changing section, placing him on the surface where he began to whimper the slightest.
"Clingy just like yo' Mama . . . chill out." The man chuckled, shaking his head softly. Quik went over to grab the infant a soft and warm pair of clothing, to which he return with raspberry kisses to the infant's stomach.
"Damn . . . I'm really a father. That's crazy." The disbelief father shook his head, before he placed a pair of grey sweatpants onto Kayden's small body.
"When's Mommy coming back home?" Dyana questioned, Malia stood quietly in the corner. The child's sippy cup pressed against her lips, to which she hadn't bothered to utter a word.
"I'm not sure, Dy . . . but she has been gone for quite some time, hasn't she?" The man recalled, ahead to the fact that he shrugged the situation — he assumed she happened to accompany DeVante to the studio.
"You guys wanna come in the studio with me and Bubba?" The man questioned the trio of small children.
The three began to nod their heads, giving him their simple confirmation. "Alright, lead the way, Justin." He held his arm towards the direction of the door, the children immediate to rush down the hallway — although, Malia walked shortly ahead of Quik.
Upon their entry to the studio, the children stood the decent distance from the soundboard. "Let's see . . . ya'll wanna make a song? For Mommy?"
"I ain't singin' though." Justin told him, the response caused the man to release a soft chuckle. "That's alright . . . what you like doing? Rapping? Touchin' the soundboard?" The man pointed to the soundboard, to which the young boy nodded his head.
