Behind Closed Doors

CHAPTER 12

*unedited*

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Three years later

Kaylee POV

"Christiana! Where'd you go, mamas?" I called out to my 3 year old daughter.

I heard a little giggle behind me, so I sharply turned around to see Kristen instead.

"Krissy, where's your sister?" I whispered. Kristen giggled as she pointed towards the closet. I tiptoed towards the door before snatching it open. Christiana tumbled out laughing while I tickled her. Kristen tried to pull me off, but it didn't work.

"Alright, girls. That's enough. We need to finish getting ready." I said, getting them up.

"Ok, Mommy." They both said before running off to their rooms, greeting their dad in the process. Once they were out of sight, he came up to me with a kiss to my lips.

"Hey, baby. You almost ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just gotta get the girls dressed. It won't take long."

He kissed my cheek. "That's fine, babe. We got time."

I nodded my head before staring into his eyes. They were so brown and big.

"I can't wait until we get married, Kay." He said as he embraced me by my waist.

I sighed. "I know, me too. These past couple of years have been a little hectic for me, you know. Dealing with the twins and all."

"Don't worry about that, baby. It's gonna be fine once we officially become family." He kissed me.

"I hope so, Trey. I hope so." I hugged him tighter.

Tremaine and I have been together ever since the twins were around 10 months old. I haven't seen Chris ever since I caught him cheating on me with Zoe, who was never even pregnant, come to find out. But it would be wrong of me if I didn't tell the twins who their real father was, but I never say Chris. I just avoid saying his name, but even though they know that Trey isn't their real daddy, they still see him as a father figure.

But to say that I never think about Chris, would be a lie.

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"Trey! Kaylee! Over here!" Paparazzi kept taking pictures of us as Trey, myself, Kristen, and Christiana walked down the red carpet together. We were smiling, hugging, and waving to people as we walked.

"Trey, are those your daughters?!"

"Kaylee, do you think you and Trey will be married no time soon?!"

"Kaylee, is that an engagement ring?!"

Questions and pictures were being taken as we approached a reporter for BET. As Trey was talking to them, the sound of an engine roaring was heard.

A yellow and black Lamborghini pulled up, and once the driver stepped out, I damn near fainted. Screams were heard suddenly as he began to walk the red carpet, smiling at people, signing autographs, and taking a few pictures.

His hair was dyed blonde, and his face was more masculine and structured now. His freckles a little more noticeable now, and his eyebrows were so dark and perfectly arched naturally.

He had a lot more tattoos now, and he had an even more built-up, in shape, muscular figure. He seemed taller, but I knew he was still the same height.

And his eyes. Those almond-like chocolate brown eyes mesmerized me as I stared at them from a distance. It made me start to fall in love with him all over again.