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Von was posted in the crib, vibinβ to his new track, countinβ some money, and cleanin' his glocks. The usual hustle. But when he glanced over at the living room, he saw youβhis girl, laid back on the couch with your 4-year-old son passed out on your chest. That little man was knocked out cold, lookinβ peaceful as ever.
Von couldnβt help but smile as he walked over, easin' beside you and the kid. He wrapped his arms around you, his legs draped over yours, feelin' the warmth of your body next to him. As he looked down at his son, he couldnβt help but let the words slip out.
βAyo, I been thinkinβ, we need another one... another lilβ one.β His voice low, like it was just between you and him, as he relaxed into the moment.