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
"Good morning, good night. Wherever you at," I said into the camera of my MacBook.
Going live for my angels was something I used to do on the regular. Since it had been a minute, I decided to get on and fuck with the people briefly.
I got up an hour ago and was sitting in my den watching SportsCenter when I had the idea.
"Just checking in."
I started looking at the stats on the TV and damn near forgot I was on live that quick.
"My bad, y'all," I said as I yawned, "I had a phenomenal birthday. I'm blessed to have people around who love me. I saw y'all flooding Twitter, FaceBook, and my Instagram with birthday posts and shout outs too, all the fan pages, I appreciate it more than you know. I love y'all deep."
I read a few comments aloud.
"Carrie Moss wants to know what gifts I received for my birthday. I got some RedSkins gear; everybody knows I love the Washington RedSkins. Uh, got some cologne, a watch, and something else real big I might show y'all a lil later on."
I smiled as I thought about my new whip.
It was still crazy to me that she actually bought that damn car.
"Where's Lashontae?" I read aloud as I stuffed my mouth with Skittles, "sleep. She had to deal with me last night. You know how that go..."
I smirked and ate some more Skittles.
"What else?" I said rhetorically as I read a few more.
"When is my next album dropping?"
I laid back on the couch and propped the laptop in front of my face.
"Hopefully, next year. It's actually almost done. Can't wait for y'all to hear it."
"Daddy?"
I sat up and looked towards the door at Rose wiping her eyes repeatedly.
"Morning boo. You okay?"
She nodded.
"Come here."
Her little feet scurried across the plush carpet.
When she got to me, I sat the computer to the side and pulled her up to the couch with me.
"What you doing?" She asked looking directly in the camera.
"On live talking with the people."
She looked at me strangely and looked back at the screen.
"What people?"
"It's people there," I looked down at the number as I raked her hair with my fingertips, "thirteen thousand right now."
