You step out the door, holding your baby’s hand. As soon as he sees Von across the yard, the little one lets go and runs straight to him, giggling. Von’s standing there shirtless, money in his hand, dreads shaking with every flex. The sun hits him just right — a perfect mix of thug and pride.

“Yo… what’s good, lil man?” he says, scooping your baby up effortlessly, still flexing his abs and shaking his dreads like he owns the place.

You can’t help but laugh, watching him act all extra. “Von… chill, you look crazy out here.”

He smirks, voice low and teasing, eyes on you now: “Crazy? Nah… I’m just showin’ my family how I do. You, me, and him — that’s all that matters. Ain’t nobody gonna front on us.”

He spins your baby around, making them giggle louder, then looks back at you, flexing slightly more with a confident grin. “See this? All for y’all, don’t forget it.”