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 the 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. I got up a hour ago and sat 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.
"My bad, y'all," I said as I yawned, "I had a phenomenal birthday. I'm blessed to have people that love me. I saw y'all flooding Twitter, FaceBook, and Instagram with posts and shout outs too, all the fan pages, I appreciate it more than you know. I love y'all."
I read a few comments aloud.
"Carrie Moss wants to know what gifts I received. I got some RedSkins gear; everybody knows I love the RedSkins. Uh, 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 whip. It was still crazy to me that she bought that damn car.
"Where's Lashontae?" I read 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.
"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 done. Can't wait for y'all to hear it."
"Daddy?"
I sat up and looked towards the door at Rose wiping her eyes.
"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.
"What you doing?" She asked looking in the camera.
"On live talking with the people."
She looked at me strangely and then 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."
