#ft; didi

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time jump; who’s his mom | didom

It wasn’t that he was expecting to see Didi at his place with Sterling, but he wasn’t. He absolutely wasn’t. He had thought that when he called the school, that one of the other kids’ parents would have taken Sterling and dropped him off when he or Lily couldn’t make it down to the school. He wasn’t expecting Didi to be the one to, still he smiled and invited her into his place. “Thanks again for bringing him home. Go play in your room Sterling.” Dom instructed to his son who ran off without so much as a question or hello. He smiled a little and rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you want something to drink?” He tried not to think about how Didi was still engaged to Buster. He tried not to think of a lot of things when it came to Didi. At best he was doing his best to stay above these unknown waters, still unsure of how to fully act around his first love.

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take me back to the start | didom ft. sterling

“yeah i’m coming bud. just give me a second.” earlier that week sterling had been sent home with a note in his backpack saying that he had a new teacher. a miss johansen. even after ten years, the name tugged on his heartstrings. “go get your coat on and we’ll head out. i just gotta find my ...” he heard a small jangle behind him and saw his son holding his keys with too much impatience for a four year old. “come on papa!” the little boy urged. dom grabbed his jacket from the hook near the door and took sterling by the hand once the his little one zipped up his coat. he was going on and on about his new teacher and how much fun she was. dom plopped the hat on sterling’s head and the two made their way to Jackson Elementary.

in all honesty, dom was just pleased that sterling had taken a liking to school as much as he had when he was younger. so much so that the moment they were out of the car, sterling was already grabbing his father’s hand and tugging him into the school. “this is my hallway, and this is my classroom, and this is my cubby, and this is my hand print...” sterling was excited, that much dom could tell to the point that he hadn’t even gotten a chance to look around as sterling showed him everything that apparently belong to him. “that’s not your hand.” he teased only to get a little baby glare from his boy that was a splitting image of his mother’s.