"𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌."
Latoya loved children and it was one of the main reasons she became a school teacher. It was a shame she couldn't have her own; atleast that's what doct...
Dayvon bit his lip, staring down at his phone as he watched her story for the 100th time. A week had passed and after he finally calmed down, he couldn't help but feel guilty for the shit he said to her.
He was just — scared. He honestly wasn't ready to have a baby right now. His career was just now getting good, his money was just now getting right, it wasn't the time for no shit like this.
He knew it was selfish, and a part of him felt bad but he was too prideful to own up to that aloud.
Clicking off of her story, Dayvon glanced up into the backyard, watching as everyone celebrated Willow's graduation from Pre-K.
"Na-Na you proud of me?" Willow smiled, climbing into her uncles lap.
Dayvon wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing the side of her face. "You know I am, lil folks. Hm."
He dug into his pocket before pulling out a $100 bill and handing it to her. The little girl cheesed loudly before hopping off his lap.
"Guys, look! I'm rich as fuc—"
"Willow!" Dayon and Durk screamed at the same time, furrowing his eyebrows at her.
She blushed, tucking the bill behind her, "Sorry, daddy, sorry uncle."
Durk made his way over to Dayvon, both sitting down on the pool bench, Willow running over to India and giving her the $100 bill.
She then ran into the pool, a small splash around her as her little friends giggled and screamed loudly.
"Why you sitting here lookin' ugly?" Durk finally inquired, "You look a fool."
Dayvon chuckled softly, shrugging his shoulders. He leaned back into the beach chair, shaking his head.
"Twin, I got shit goin' on," He mumbled softly, "Remember that bitch on the shaderoom? I got caught up with?"
