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
Christmas would be nothing without you So I'm coming home yeah, I'm coming home yeah, I'm coming home to the one that I love
"Bout to land, Trig." Mu said grabbing my attention.
Kayson, also known by his nickname, Mu Daddy, was an old friend of mine from back home. From time to time, he traveled with me when Bully or Forrest weren't available.
"Bet."
I closed my notebook and grabbed my Louis Vuitton knapsack. I was in Atlanta for an in person cast party/meeting to hobknob with the execs of the movie I recently shot, Blood Brothers.
I also came because Helen called and announced that she made it back to Atlanta days ago and wanted to see Rose. I figured since I was here, this could be a two fold purpose trip. I looked out the window and saw we were seconds from landing.
I turned my WiFi and airplane settings off to switch my phone back to regular mode.
As soon as I did, my phone rung.
"Mumma," I spoke looking behind me, "you wanna get the kids up? We bout to land."
She rose from her nap and nodded with a yawn.
"Hello?" I answered after realizing it was Kelly.
"Hey," she said as her voice shook, "we're in Philadelphia and uh...Tae, she, um...just come."
This felt like Deja vu.
"Kelly, what's wrong?" I articulated carefully.
"Come to Philly." She replied just as slowly, "now."
Two hours later....
"Lay it on me."
Right as my security, Mu, and I walked in Pennsylvania Hospital, I noticed Matthew, Belle, Kelly, and Bey to the side in a section blocked off.
I had Mumma and the kids check in downtown at the Ritz while I came to see what was going on. Neither of them said anything.
"Is it that bad?"
Belle stepped forward with her arms folded.
"Did you know?"
"Did I know what?"
She sighed regretfully.
"Lashontae was pregnant; eleven weeks." She said softly not making eye contact.
"Was?"
My stomach turned in flips.
"Was," she repeated as her eyes clouded, "she miscarried."
"Fuck."
My head instinctively dropped against the wall behind.
"After the show tonight," Matthew spoke up, "I went to her dressing room. She was lying on the floor unconscious."
