Strong Enough 2

Chapter 4

One Year Later

It's been a year since Tré got out of the hospital and he's been doing great. He started working at an insurance company, and he's also writing music again like he use to when we were younger. He has a friend who works at a big record company and he's been helping him to get his music out there.

We have been going to church every Sunday and he even volunteers to help feed people and get them the clothes and supplies that they need. I'm very proud of him and he seems happier. Our relationship with our mom has gotten better too. She spends more time with us and even comes to church with us sometimes.

"Mya! Tai! Hurry up!" Tré yells from downstairs. Tai and I go down and Tré is pacing back and forth.

"Calm down," I tell him. "It's gonna be okay."

"Yeah bruh just relax," Tai says to him and pats his back.

We get our things together and head to the car.

Tré is shaking and I mean literally shaking throughout the ride. My mom puts her hand on his knee and gives him a warm smile. He stops shaking, but now he's rubbing his hands on his legs.

We get to this really fancy restaurant and split up. Tai and I go to the back of the building and my mom and Tré go through the front.

We have to go through a long dark hallway to get to the kitchen.

"Are you guys ready?" one of the chefs ask us when we come in. We both nod and wash our hands.

When we're finished, we wash our hands again and watch as our masterpiece is delivered to Tré's table.

We watch as Tré gets out of his seat and gets down on one knee. He pulls a small red box out of his pocket and opens it. Chantel is sitting there, speechless and her eyes are starting to water.

I can't hear what he's saying over all the people but I see him mouth 'I love you' and 'Will you marry me'. Chantel literally jumps out of her seat and tackles him to the ground. She kisses him and they're both laughing like crazy. Tai, my mom, and I run out to congratulate them and eat the cake that we made.

Tai's POV

Mya and I just finished the cake we made for Tré and Chantel. Tré is super nervous and Chantel has no idea what's going on.

I watch as the waiter brings out the cake we made and Tré gets down on one knee. Chantel looks like she's about to cry. She almost kills him when she jumps out of her seat as he pulls out the ring.

I look down at Mya. Her eyes are sparkling and she has a huge smile on her face. She catches me staring at her and she looks up at me with those warm brown eyes and smiles. Then she grabs my hand and we rush over to Chantel and Tré and eat our cake.

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We end up back at Mya's house and I flop down on her bed. Her mom fell asleep, and Tré and Chantel went to go see movie.

Mya is pacing back and forth across the room, talking her head off. She's on the phone with Marlon and Gabby, telling them every detail about today.

It feels like hours later before she hangs up. She walks towards the TV and stands in front of it with the remote pointed at her chin, trying to find something to watch. I grab her by the waist and bury my face into her back and she laughs.

"I don't wanna watch TV," I say against her shirt. She turns to face me and rolls her eyes before turning off the TV. She walks over to her closet and takes off her shirt and looks for another one. I'm happy that she's so comfortable around me but I swear she tries to torture me sometimes.

"Here. Wear this," I tell her when she takes forever to find a shirt. I take off my shirt and hand it to her. She puts it on; my shirt drapes over her body, and it's driving me crazy.

"Come here," I tell her, holding out my arms. She crawls across the bed and I hold her in my arms.

"Mya?" I finally say after a couple minutes of silence.

"Yeah?" she looks up at me with those sparkling eyes.

"I love you," I tell her for what seems like the thousandth time. She giggles. "You say that all the time."

"I know. I just love you so much and want you to know that."

"I do know that," she says. She sits up and looks me straight in the eyes. "And I love you too."

She falls asleep about ten minutes later and I watch her. I watch the way she sleeps with her lips parted and the way her eyebrows scrunch up every now and then. I start to think about my life with her and how it would be if we got married.