❛ 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, 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝟒, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕. ' cedars senai medical center hospital ━━━ los angeles, california !
"THANK YOU FOR COMING on such short notice, De. She wanted you to be here with us." Milani thanked the man upon his approach, embracing the 6'1 figure that was DeVante.
"It ain't nothin' . . . you know I'm only a phone call away. What's up with her? The shit gettin' worse? I hear it's catchin' up to you too . . ." The man hinted, Milani's voice low and raspy.
"Unfortunately . . . when I believed that she'd been better, I had sent her back to daycare. She acted normal, she hardly coughed or showed any signs that the sickness was still there." Milani fixed the drowsy child on her hip.
"Next thing I know, the sickness hit like a boomerang alongside a pink eye . . . she hasn't slept all night, the longest she has . . . fifteen minutes at the least." Milani cleared her throat, rubbing the small backside of her daughter.
"Look baby, Dada's here." Milani informed, rocking her body in the embrace she held onto. The small petite child rose from her mother's shoulder, in immediate to reach for her father's hold.
"She didn't get that shit from Dalvin. He only had a runny nose, a couple headaches, a small cough and he was cool in three days . . . she might've been close to someone who was sick."
"I know, and it frustrated me . . . it's not blinding to sight that your child isn't feeling well, it's the principle. But still, you send them to daycare? There's no way in hell a parent was blind to that." Milani pointed to her daughter, DeVante released a soft chuckle.
The family of three guided themselves over to the emptiest corner of the entire room, awaiting for their doctor.
"I'm already ready to leave . . . I hate it here." Milani leaned her head against the man's broad shoulder. The man had felt the demeanor of Milani's become hostile, but yet it remained calm under his comfort.
"You good . . ." DeVante assured, his hand rested upon the other side of Milani's crossed legs — Milani had been completely taken into the heat of the moment, the man's comfort, she hardly cared for any photography upon the three.
"What's our plan for Christmas? You know the year is flying by . . ." Milani changed the subject, to which had taken DeVante under sudden confusion.
"Milani, why are you already thinkin' about Christmas plans? It's barely August . . ." The man chucked the slightest, hugging his daughter tighter as a soft whimper echoed in his ear.
