❛ 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, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕. ' paramount recording studios ━━━ los angeles, california !
"DADA!" MALIA CHEERED in pure excitement, rushing into the backspace of her father's car. The man startled the slightest, looking back from his spot in driver's seat.
"Jesus, knock on the window first at least . . . you forget you're in LA? You damn near got you and my daughter killed." DeVante pointed to Milani, who simply shook her head with a slight chuckle.
Upon Milani's entry, DeVante fixed the two regularly worn stacked chains that his children and Milani had gifted him recent Christmas. The woman comfortably adjusted herself in DeVante's space, leaning her seat the slightest.
"Says the one who has their doors unlocked?" Milani shot back to him, fixing her hair. "Fair point, I'll give you that . . . I guess." DeVante nodded his head prior to the look behind him.
"What's up, mama? I thought you might've been more excited to see Dada . . . all that cryin' you was doin' to me over the phone." The man teased, Malia released a soft infectious giggle.
"Leave my baby alone, DeGrate." Milani slapped her hand against his broad chest prior to her glance behind her.
"You startin' to look like Mama too . . . can Dada get some love or somethin' before I leave you out here?" The man joked, his daughter was immediate to remove her seatbelts from her car seat.
The small petite child leaned over the middle console, pecking his plumped lips. "Thank you, Mama's face . . . what you wanna eat?"
To the side of him, Milani immediately shook her head, her hands waved back and forth. DeVante looked over to her in pure confusion. "What? Ya'll ate or somethin'?"
"Pizza!" The small child exclaimed with a wide grin, her hands placed fondled with her bottom lip. Milani sighed in defeat, her hands slapped against her thighs.
DeVante released a genuine laugh, leaning over the steering wheel. "I see she's hit the obsessing over pizza phase." DeVante stated, theoretically.
"You think? She had pizza two days ago, and that's all she wants to eat now." Milani complained, mugging the man beside her whom stayed in a pitiful spot of laughter.
"I don't find anything fuckin' funny, DeVante. I'm tired of hearing the word pizza." Milani rolled her eyes, her hands crossed against her stomach.
