○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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The studio session ran long, way longer than Dayvon planned, but this song? It had to be done. Some rapper tried to play with his name, and Von wasn’t the type to let it slide. By the time he finally stepped through the door, the clock was way past disrespectful. He knew you were probably mad—or worse, feelin' some type of way with how emotional pregnancy could get.

Clutchin' a bouquet of your favorite flowers, big enough to make up for the time he lost, Von walked into the bedroom. You were curled up under the covers, your back turned to the door. Quietly, he approached, flowers in hand, ready to make it right. "Baby..." He said softly, puttin' the flowers on the bed carefully and leanin' forward, placin' a few soft kisses on your cheek.