βoγ. π¦πΎππ π±ππ
ββββββββββ
π ππ±π²π¬πͺπ°πΈ, π'ππ΅πΈπ¬π΄
MADE: @π ππ£ππ«π€π£π¬πππ
ββββββββββ
Von was posted up on O'Block like usual, shirtless, flexin in them slim-fit, saggin jeans, waistband of his boxers peepin out, Jordan 4s hittin the pavement, chains and watches shinin. His homies was out there hoopin, laughin, recordin Instastories, just vibin out. The whole block felt like home, energy real.
But then he saw you, his baby mama, walkin toward him with lil Taeyβhis 2-year-old son who looked like a mini version of him. Von paused, stopped what he was doin, and just watched yβall. His heart lowkey skipped when lil man started runnin toward him, his tiny legs movin fast like he already knew what he wanted.
You walked slow, like always, and Von couldnβt help but smirk, watchin his son gettin closer. Even though you and him had broke up over some shit, Von always made sure Taey knew who his pops was. He bent down to scoop the lil nigga up, tossin him in the air a lil before puttin him down and showin him how to shoot a basket. Hell, basketball was his game, he had to show his son the ropes.
While lil nigga was focused on the ball, his crew was playin wit the lil nigga, givin him the ball and shiit, Von turned to you, voice calm but lowkey playful.
βYou wanna try, ma?β he asked, still teachin Taey how to dribble wit his homies. βI mean, you ainβt gotta be perfect, but I can show you how itβs done.β
His eyes stayed on you for a sec, then back on Taey, but his energy had shifted. Even though yβall wasnβt together anymore, he still cared bout you and shiit. How you eat, how you take of yourself and shiit. Even tho he had to pay only every month for lil guy, he was still payin for yo nails, clothers, jewelry and shiit without askin you or sum.