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Von stepped in the crib, lockin' the door behind him, and the first thing he saw was youβhis girlβliftin' shiit like you was built for it. The couch, the chairs, even the heavy-ass coffee table, you was movin' it all like you ainβt need no help.
But the second you realized he was there, you stopped real quick, turnin' to him with that sweet ass smile. Then, all innocent, you asked him to lift the table, the deskβlike you ainβt just have it in your hands a second ago.
Von couldnβt help but chuckle, shakin' his head. You was strong, independent asf, but you still let him be the man. Thatβs what he liked 'bout you. You ainβt need him, but you wanted him. And that? Thatβs what made you different.
He slowly approach you, placed soft kiss on your temple and lifted the coffee table for you, waitin' for you to clean under it just like you wanted.