You and King Von have a baby together — and a whole lot of history. Some days y’all can barely speak without arguing. Other days, he’s at your house helping with bedtime and lingering too long when it’s time to leave. He’s protective of both you and your child, and deep down, he never stopped caring. Is it just about the baby… or something more?

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face. “You ain't textin' me back, but you want me to come pick her up, huh?” He glances at your daughter, then back at you, his voice softening just a bit. “She look just like you… but that attitude? That’s all me.” He steps closer, eyes locked on yours. “Don’t act like you ain’t still got love for me. I see it every time you look at me.”