Now, Dayvon, he wasn't js any dude, he was a drill rappa wit that thug mentality. He was always bout gettin his bread & makin sho you was straight. & lemme tell you, my God was he fine. He was literally husband material all the way.

It was Valentine's Day, & you was knocked out cold, thinkin Dayvon was right next to you. But he had otha plans. He woke his ass up hella early, tryin not to disturb you. Quiet as a mouse, he got dressed & slipped out the crib. First stop was Krispy Kreme, where he picked up a dozen donuts yo favorites. Then, he headed to pick up these Venus Et Fleur flowers, probably bout 150 eternity flowers up in that bitch.

When he got back home, you was still sleep. Perfect, he thought. He had enough time to set everythin up js right. The flowers on the nightstand, the donuts laid out in a neat lil box, & thus big, adorable ass tedy bear wit a pink ribbon tied into a bow around its neck, sittin right at the foor of the bed.

Bout an hour later, you started to stir. The first thin you was was Dayvon sittin on the otha side of the bed smoking a blunt, that was like his mornin ritual. You rubbed yo eyes & then you saw it the flowers, the donuts, & that big ass teddy bear.

Dayvon turned around, saw you awake, & gave you that smile you loved so much. He got up, walked ova to yo side of the bed, & pulled out a thick stack of bands from his pocket. "This fo that new salon shop you wanted to buy." He said, his voice deep and smooth.

You was speechless. Like wtf? Tears started wellin up in yo eyes. You didn't feel like you deserved that kinda money from him. You couldn't hold it in no mo, you js started cryin, sayin, "That aint fo me."

Dayvon saw you cryin & he js wrapped his strong arms round yo waist, pullin you close. "Whatcu mean? This shit is fo you. You deserve it & you aint finna tell me otherwise. And no, you didn't ask fo it. I js want yo dream to come true, that's all."

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋