Twenty-two-year-old Mikey Williams and the number one pick on the Los Angeles Lakers has been in the public eye since eighth grade. He's now one of the most popular NBA players in the world, with a multitude of people admiring his talents!
Seventeen...
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Did I piss yall off with my last rant? 🥴 Cause the votes and comments dropped TREMENDOUSLY. If I did, then that wasn't my intention...😬🤷🏽♀️
I'm grateful for yall, I just asked for more votes and comments 😭 sorry if I came off ass rude or disrespectful 🥺
Quick filler chapter . Unedited
Also for those of yall that liked the LaMelo Ball short storydescription, I'm gonna try and publish that sometime this week!
But I'll tell yall when I do!
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Milo Amir Williams entered the world on July 11th, 2021 at 7:33 p.m.
Mikey wanted his first born to have the same initials as him.
M.A.W.
Born at 6 pounds and 9 ounces, he was a very small boy, but he was fighting every day to get stronger.
Him being in the hospital for almost 2 weeks was exhausting, but Mikey and Malika knew that it was so he could get stronger.
Today was the day that they finally got to bring him home. They were excited and ready for him to see his room even though he probably wouldn't spend much time in it.
"Welcome home handsome," Malika wheeled his stroller into the house.
Mikey helped the two of them to the nursery.
Even though it had been almost 2 weeks, Malika's body was still weak, and hand a long ways to go before it was healed.
Taking a seat on the small couch in his room, Mikey placed Milo into his arms as be took a seat next to her.
She couldn't belive that she had a husband and a baby.
It was unreal to her.
Milo stared at his mother from his father's arms.
Malika was a little creeped out at first, but she soon came to love how her son eyed her with so much adoration.
Milo's skin tone was a mix between his mother and father's.
He was a brown skinned baby with big brown eyes similar to his mothers.
The curly black ringlets on the top of his head made him look like Malika's twin, but all in all, he was was the perfect combination of both parents.
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"Is he breathing?" Nia whispered to Malika.
"Yeah,"
"I've been here for like 6 hours and he hasn't cried yet,"
"I know. It concerned me at first a little bit too, but he's really just a quiet baby,"
