It was one of those days, ya know? When the sun was shinin js right, like everythin was good in the world. Yo husband, Dayvon, he was everythin. A drill rappa wit that thug mentality, always bout gettin his bread & makin sure you was straight. My God, was he fine. & the way he loved you? Hard asf. Yall had a beautiful baby boy togetha, Deandre. Js three years old, full of energy & sweetness.

That sunny afternoon, yall was supposed to hit up the mall togetha. Dayvon had been plannin dis family outin fo a while, but you wasnt feelin too good. Couldn't tell if it was a fever or a headache, but either way, you knew you needed to stay home & rest. Dayvon, bein the carin man he is, wasnt gonna leave you without makin sure you was ight.

As he & Deandre was gettin ready to dip out, Dayvon came ova, gave you kisses all ova yo face, told you he loved you. You smiled weakly, feelin his love even through yo sickness. You bent down to give Deandre a kiss on the cheek & told him you loved him too.

Even though you wasnt feelin yo best, you managed to do the laundry, wash the dishes, & pick up Deandre'd toys scattered all ova the livin room. By the time you finished, you was exhausted. You went back to bed, ready to crash. Bout an hour later, you got a notification on yo phone from Dayvon. He was askin which pattern onesie he should get for Deandre. He even took a picture of the options.

You looked at the photos closely, n' yo heart skipped a beat. There was Deandre, lyin on the floor. You texted bacm, "Boy, why tf my baby on the floor?" You, worryin bout what happened.

Not even five minutes later, you got an incomin Ft call from from Dayvon. You picked up, & there he was lookin fine as eva, pushin a stroller wit Deandre in it. You could see Deandre, quiet & probably distracted by a toy or sumn. Dayvon's deep, sexy voice came through the phone, "Listen, ma, befoe you started gettin on my ass, Deandre is good, he fine. He tripped on his own shoe n' fell. So, don't do too much on me now."

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋