It was one of those quiet evenings, the kind where the silence let's you hear ur own thoughts a lil too loud. You was in the living room, movin round like a whirlwind tryna pick up after Kalix, yo lil bundle of energy who has the place lookin like a toy store aftermath. He was currently at yo mama's house spendin the day ova there.

You n' Tyler, Kalix's dad, yall been on this rollercoaster since befoe he came into the picture, makin it a family in the most unexpected way. Tyler, wit that hood edge & a look that could either start a war or end one, had this vibe that was hard to ignore. Even though yall weren't togetha no mo, the man had a permanent role in yo life, being Kalix's father n' all. Yall had yall moments, trading glared like they were going out of fashion. But beneath all that front, there was this unspoken bond, forged outta love for yall lil boy n' the history yall shared.

So, there you was, lost in the sea of toddler toys, when you heard that knock. You knew befoe you even got to the door it was Tyler; dude had a knock that was mo like a signature. You swung the door open, and there he stood, lookin like trouble n' temptation had a baby. Yall eyes locked, & you couldn't help but throw him one of those looks, half-attitude, half-challenge.

"I wanna talk to yo ass, rq. But first we finna fix that stank ass attitude you got. You gon let me in?" Tyler's voice, firm yet laced wit that familiar playful undertone, broke the standoff.

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