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Vonβs breath hitched as he stood there, frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, mind racin' faster than his legs had been just a second ago. The sirens were still wailin' in the distance, but right now? They ainβt exist. All he could see was youβholdin' that lilβ boy close, your arms wrapped around him like you was scared somebody would snatch him away.
The kid looked just like him. Same deep brown eyes, same little smirk, same wild curls that Von used to have before he started keepin' his hair twisted up. He ainβt need no DNA testβhe knew.
His mind flashed back to three years ago, to the way he left your messages on read, the way he blocked your number like that shiit never happened. He told you he ainβt want no kid, told you he wasnβt built for that. He thought he made peace with it, thought he moved past it. But standin' here now? Lookin' at the little boy starin' up at him like he already knew who he was? That shiit hit different.
You ainβt say nothin' at first. Just held your son closer, eyes locked on Von, filled with somethin' he couldnβt even place. Hurt? Anger? Disgust? Maybe all three.
Then, finally, Von found his voice, barely above a whisper. "Damnβ¦ he mine, ainβt he?"