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von was sittin on the couch, shirtless only in sweatpants, boxers n socks, chains heavy on his neck, blunt between his lips as he was leanin forward, countin his bread. you, his official wife for like 5 months was in the kitchen, talkin bout sum wit y'all son, taevin who's 7 years old rn
after like 10 minutes, he heard y'all went silent n he saw that you walked to him, sittin down next to him wit yo hand on your cheek, tears in your eyes
"yo, what happened, mama?" he asked, grabbin your hand n pullin it away from your cheek, noticin small red hand mark. then you hit him wit, "taevin slapped me..."
von didn't even replied, he just got up n walked to the kitchen, grabbin taevin's arm roughly n pullin him in taevin's bedroom, basically pushin him in. you could see that he was tense asf tho, def goin to teach taevin to don't raise hand at you..in von's way tho