𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢. 𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡?

"That ain't DaBaby that's my baby" Co-Writer: @scandalyss (chapter 1-20) Date Started: January 4, 2020 Date Ended: November 25, 2020 highest rankings: 🥇dababy🥇therealkylesister 🥇arianafletcher 🥇rapper

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

"𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃." *𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈* 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐦...

"Your heart has no concept of time, if it wants to move on, it will. With or without you,"

Malcolm Carter never imagined raising four daughters alone. Three years after losing his wife to a brain tumor, his life is loud, messy, and filled with ponytails, homework, ballet recitals, and late nights trying to make sure his girls are okay. He loves them more than anything, but some days it still feels like the heart of their home disappeared when Aaleah did. Celeste Moore lives the opposite kind of life. A disciplined ballet instructor who thrives on routine and quiet, Celeste spends her days teaching children grace, focus, and confidence before returning home to peaceful nights with her cat. Her world is calm, structured, and carefully balanced. For four years, Malcolm's daughters have danced in Celeste's class. She watched them grow. She watched them grieve. She watched Malcolm do his best to be everything his daughters needed. But Celeste has one strict rule she refuses to break: She does not date the parents of her students. Especially not a single father with four daughters and a life full of chaos. Yet somewhere between late pickups, quiet conversations, and watching Malcolm braid his daughters' hair before class, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Malcolm never expected to love again. Celeste never expected to want the kind of life he lives. But sometimes healing comes in the form of loud houses, messy kitchens, and one unexpected seat at the table. sometimes love looks like The Sixth Chair.