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Dayvon leaned against his car, the streetlights casting shadows on his face as he looked at you, his once-partner in crime, the girl who knew him better than anyone else ever did. It had been years since yβall split over some petty argument that didnβt even matter now, but seeing you again? It hit different. His whole vibe shifted when you whispered, βTell your baby that Iβm your baby.β
For a second, Von froze, the weight of your words sinking in. His chest tightened as memories of yβall wild teenage love flooded back. The way youβd ride for him, no hesitation. But now, he had a whole familyβa girl and kids at home. Yet, the way you looked at him? It made him question everything he thought he had moved on from.