❛ 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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' 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕. ' the blake's residence ━━━ calabasas, california !
"MAMA . . ." KAYDEN AMIR called out to his mother, squirming from his spot on the bed. Upon the dark lightning, the infant patted around to the feel of Milani.
The mother to needful infant rolled to the side of her, placing her hand to the side of his face. "Yes baby, what's the matter?" Milani leaned closest in, her hand caressed the back of his curls.
Milani watched as the child lifted his bottle into the air, the item emptied of white liquid. Milani softly chucked, nodding her head.
"Okay, Mommy will go get you some more milk . . . come on." Milani hugged his small body, adjusting him against her chest.
The mother awed at the scrunch to his legs, the action the infant was able to achieve nearly a year later, to which she loved when her children had been newborns.
"Why should I come down here if you're falling back asleep? You just wanted Mommy's snuggles . . ." Milani held him closer, her lips pecked against the soft surface of his cheeks.
The pair had reached the end of the hallway prior to the fact that Milani had heard footsteps approach behind her. Milani turned on her feet, seeing her daughter standing with a blanket close to her canvas, her thumb rested between her lips.
"What're you doing up, lil' one?" Milani chuckled the slightest fear she had felt within herself prior to her revealed presence.
"I wan' talk to Dada." The child informed, Milani's eyebrows grew narrow. "Dada might be sleeping, baby. What's wrong?" Milani was immediate to frown, sighting the sight of her daughter's emotional state.
"What's wrong, baby? Did you have a nightmare?" Milani watched as her daughter frowned up, two droplets of tears streamed down her face before the child rushed to her mother's care.
"I'm sorry, my love . . . what was it about? Talk to Mama . . ." The mother kneeled down to pick her daughter up with the free side she had. In her hold, the toddler cried softly the rest of the way down the hallway.
Milani walked over to the couch, where she placed Malia in the center of it. Her figure sat upon the surface of the ottoman, Milani moved her curls from her face.
"What was it about, Malia?" Milani's face frowned up, pulling her small arms from her face. "Was it Vegas?" The mother hinted, to which she nodded in response.
