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Von was sitting on the edge of the bed, holdin' their little one in his lap. The kid was quiet, eyes wide, confused, and lookin' up at him like somethin' wasnβt right. He could tell somethin' was off. The way the kid kept askin' 'bout his momma, the way he noticed you wasnβt around. The tension in the air was thick. You were in the other room, dealin'with somethin', somethin' Von couldnβt quite fix, and it hurt.
The kid sniffed, wipin' his eyes, lookin' at him with that same concern that Von could see in his own face.
βMomma's just goin' through some things, lil' homie," Von said softly, rubbin' his kid's back, tryin' to calm him down. He didnβt wanna lie, but he didnβt know how to explain it either. "But donβt worry, she gonβ be alright. Mommaβs strong, and she gon' make it through."
He could see the doubt in lil guy's eyes, but Von just held him tighter, givin' him that assurance. He didn't know what was goin' on with you, but he was damn sure gonna make sure their kid believed everythin' was gonna be okay, just like he always did.