Sequel to Make it Last Forever
Fast forward three years: Trey and Lashontae are still divorced and co parenting their two beautiful children. They've been able to remain cordial for the kids, but are they secretly wanting that old thing back?
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Tae
"The ham turned out perfect." April said joining me in her den with a glass of wine. "For you."
She handed it over with a smile.
"Thank you."
"Lord, What Trey's ass do now?" She asked turning the TV down.
"Who said he did something?"
"I see it all over your face. What did his ass do?"
Right when I was about to tell her, he walked in.
"Speaking of the Devil...." She said.
"Sup Mumma?"
He took a seat between us.
I took a sip of wine not even acknowledging his presence.
"Hanging out with my daughter." She answered winking at me.
"You mind if I borrow her for a second?"
"I guess not."
"Can we talk?"
He took my hand, the first time he'd touched me since he got here. I didn't respond, but got up and allowed him to lead me downstairs and then out to the backyard patio.
We sat around the lit fire pit facing the house.
"What?" I asked, full of annoyed energy.
"I'm sorry."
"For?"
He sighed and slid closer.
"I behaved childishly. I should have talked to you about how I felt instead of being dry and not accepting some of your calls."
I remained silent.
"Do you accept my apology?"
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes.
"I guess, but I'm still mad."
"Maybe I'm a bit insecure when it comes to that nigga; paranoid because of what I did to you in the past, but that's a me thing. That's my shit to work out."
"I don't want him." I said softly.
"I believe you." He said as he grabbed my hands, "and I love you, again, that's my bad."
"But don't think for one second you get off free because you pulled me out here and said sorry though."
He laughed nervously.
"What you mean? I'm sincere."
"It means you're still in trouble. Just because you're sorry don't mean you get to avoid the consequences of your fuck up."
Before I could walk away, he grabbed my hand again.
"But....it's Christmas." He mumbled with a sad face.
