Von POV
"Aye lil Dayvon, check it out "
My son runs to me with the biggest smile on his face.
"What chu on ?"
He babbles some words and I just laugh .
"Ion know wtf you just said but whatever you say lil doe nem. Bring me you & True jackets "
I point to him & his sister's jackets and he excitedly, brings them to me.
"Aye True! Come on ma"
My kids talking a little bit for them to be only 3.
I love dem real bad.
True was tieing her shoes. My kids growing up so bad.
Making a nigga wanna tear up.
But ion cry.
I grab true and place her on my lap.
My phone was ringing while I was trying to put their jackets on.
"Deja🙄"
Omfg tf do she want damn? I answer with an attitude.
"Hello?!"
"Boy wtf wrong with you?! Is you cool?"
"U interrupting the time I'm spending with my kids Deja. If Demi don't need shit, why you calling me?"
"I was just wondering if u wanted me to come over?"
I could tell her feelings was hurt but Idc. Quit calling me fa sex.
I'm getting older I'm ready to settle down, get married. All types of shit.
I hung up and resumed putting the kids jackets on.
"Look at y'all looking all fly and shit. Ima take y'all pictures den we gone leave ight?"
They nodded.
"Smile fa daddy yall"
I snap a photo and my ass was tearing up.
I quicky wipe my tears and we head to the car.
Putting both of them in , I check my surroundings.
Idgaf how nice your neighborhood is, u always check your surroundings.
We head to the daycare , up the street from my house.
"What y'all wanna listen to? Y'all wanna listen to hall daddy?"
They both clapped almost in sync and I played something pure for them.
"Aye Syracuse play 'No Flaws' by King Von"
We listened to the tape all the way into a pulled up at the daycare center.
