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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Trey
I had a blast kicking it with family today.
The kids woke up hella early to open their gifts and play while the rest of us leisurely partook in all the light appetizers and liquor we desired. As we did that, we entertained ourselves with circulating games of Taboo, Uno, and spades. After a while, the group separated and the fellas and I went down in the den of the basement to play video games and smoke.
"Man you gotta be cheating." Alex said as we played 2K.
"I'm just good. You'll learn," I replied scoring a touchdown, "and that's game."
"Damn Alex, I thought you had his ass." Forrest griped.
"I thought I did too. The nigga is kinda good." He teased.
I invited Alex back over today to get to him.
From what I could see so far, he was cool, down to earth, pleasant, with a hilarious sense of humor. I could already sense a similar disposition between us which was eerie being that we just met. Although I was pissed at Claude for not telling me sooner, I was grateful he eventually grew a pair and was able to right his wrong.
"Time for dinner boys." Mumma yelled coming downstairs with Trinity on her heels.
"Shit." Forrest whispered quickly trying to put the joint out, "uh, yes ma'am."
"What's that smell? Y'all better not be doing what I think y'all doing in my house."
"Of course not, girl." Forrest said sucking his teeth, "we got you."
"Yeah, aight."
She cut her eyes from Forrest to me.
"Merry Christmas, Mumma." I spoke with a smile to lighten her mood.
She couldn't help but chuckle.
"Don't try to pull that cute face on me, boy. I ain't fall for it then, I ain't falling for it now."
Trin giggled timidly as she held her Nana's leg.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You like to see your daddy get fussed at?" Mumma questioned.
She nodded and giggled louder.
Instantly, I grabbed her and held her above my head.
"You mine. How you gon flip on me for Nana?"
"Sorry, Daddy! Sorry!" She shrieked excitedly, "Nana, help me! Uncle Ruski?!"
"They can't help you." I let her know smiling at her beautiful face, "I thought I was your favorite person in the world."
"You are daddy!"
"Whoa, whoa!" Forrest snatched her as she continued shrieking and held her higher. "You told me I was your favorite person in the whole wide world!"
