Lemme tell yu bout Dayvon, yo husband, he was more than js fine, he was that kinda fine that make ya heart skip a beat. Dayvon was a drill rapper, a hustler in the streets, but deep down, he had a thug mentality, always grindin, makin sho yall good, cause without yu, he said he aint shit. People used to say yall was like two sides of the same coin, & maybe in sumn ways they was right.

Yu was nine months pregnant, feelin like you could pop at any moment. Dayvon, he was gettin ready to head out, handle sumn thug business. But befoe he left, he kissed yu on yo forehead, told yu he loved you. Yu heard his car pull out the driveway, leavin yu alone in the crib.

Yu was js chillin, feelin thirsty, so yu decided to head downstairs fo a drink. But halfway down the stairs, yu felt sumn wet, & when yu looked down, yo water broke. Them contractions started kickin yo ass real bad. Yu grabbed yo car keys, headed out the front door, lockin it behind you, dialin up Dayvon's numba.

Yu told him yo water broke, yu needed to get to the hospital, & that man, he a did a U-turn faster than eva. Yu got to the hospital first, told the front desk what was up, & they admitted yu to a room. When yu was in the process of givin birth, that's when Dayvon showed up.

But one of them nurses said he had to stay outside, thought he was gonna be a distraction to yu. Man, Dayvon, It js pissed him off in general. He wanted to hold yo hand while yu was pushin or sumn shit like that, but they wasn't havin it. When he finally got in the room, he saw you holdin yall daughter, & that look in his eyes, it was like seein pure love.

He aint know how to hold a baby right, kept switchin his holdin positions, tryna find the right one. Yu had to tell him, "You betta not drop my baby, cause you look lost as hell." He chuckled n' said in that deep sexy voice, "Aye, a nigga may not know how to hold a baby, but I sho as hell aint finna drop ha. She beautiful tho. She got yo eyes n' shit. You good tho? You ight?"

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋