𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬³

𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐤

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VIRGIL AND I DROVE THROUGH THE STREETS OF LIVERPOOL AS OUR SON SLEPT IN THE BACK. The music lightly played through the speaker as I held onto his hand.

We decided last minute to take a day trip to the beach and our five-year-old Milan was baby snoring in the back as we drove.

Every few minutes I turned around to look at him or Virgil would look through the rearview mirror. "Still sleeping?" I ask him, "Yep, the poor boy is passed out," he laughs. 

"Wait, I love this song!" I squeal as I turn it up a tiny bit. "Babe, please sing this with me. It's our song!" I shake his hand, "No, this is all you," he chuckles lowly at me. "Please!" I beg as I continue to shake him. 

"Nope," he shakes his head. 

I let go of his hand and cross my arms facing away from him, way to ruin the vibe. "Don't be like that, you can still sing it," Virgil says to me. 

I continue with my childish ways as I refuse to sing now, "Baby," he says. 

"Y/N, come on," he laughs as he pauses the song. "Fine," he shakes his head as he resumes the music. 

"I'm on a whole 'nother level," he quietly sings, "Girl he only fucked you over 'cause you let him!" I join in. "Fuck him girl I guess he didn't know any better," we sing together, "Girl, that man didn't show any effort," Virgil sings. "Period babe tell 'em!" I cheer him on. 

"Do all I can just to show you you're special. Certain it's your love that holds me together," he points at me, "Lately you say he be killing the vibe. Got to be sick of this guy, pull up, skrt, get in the ride. Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh," we sing loudly. 

We jam out as Virgil looks in the rearview mirror and sees Milan shift a bit, "Oops, forgot he was sleeping," I laugh as I turn around. 

"What a shame, if you were mine you would not get the same," Virgil serenades me. 

The song finishes and we smile, "I can't believe that was the song playing when we first met," he laughs, "Hey, it was pretty fitting," I shrug. "True, and now look at us," he kisses my hand. 

Milan lets out a small groan, "Mama," he tiredly says, "What's up?" I turn around, "How much longer until we get home?" he opens his eyes, "Not long, what's wrong?" I reach for his hand. "Nothing," he yawns.

"Can you play some Shakira?" he asks. 

I laugh at him, "Please, papa," he begs. "Come on, listen to him," I look at Virgil. "Fine," he gives in as we turn on Hips Don't Lie.

I laugh as I see him dance in his car seat, "I would have never guessed he'd like Shaki," I lean on Virgil's shoulders. "You taught him well," he looks at him again. 

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