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 woke up the next morning feeling better, but still with some underlying feelings.
The fact that it didn't hurt as bad now that I was in close proximity with my girl and my babies helped. Still, I was curious to find solutions to help me get out of my funk.
I went to Tae's gym and worked out for about an hour. After, I went upstairs to shower and relax alone with my thoughts for a minute.
No sooner than I threw on some shorts and a tank, the doorbell rang.
Tae stirred over in the bed, but she didn't wake up.
To prevent the sound from going through the house again, I hurried to go grab the door.
Without looking out, I swung the door open.
I was met with a slap to the face.
"Boy, I ought to beat yo ass." Mumma fussed as she walked in followed by a couple members of Tae's house staff helping with her bags.
I sucked my teeth and tried to blot out the sting from her hand with my own.
"Damn, Mumma."
"And watch your mouth," she continued, "before you get slapped again."
I sighed and closed the door.
She looked in my face and smacked her lips as she shook her head.
"The woman that stays here is giving me plenty pity faces. I don't need no more." I let her know nonchalantly.
She pulled me in for a hug and held me close.
I put my arms around her and rested my face on top of her hair.
"My baby," she said softly, "Tremaine, what the hell is going on with you?"
"I'ma be fine. I just need a minute to work some shit out."
She separated from me and touched my hair.
"That's what you said the night you cursed them people out at the casino...."
"Yeah, but..."
"And next thing I know, hear about you going to jail in Detroit?! And you ain't called to let me know nothing since. Why? Don't you know I've been worried sick?"
"What you want me to tell you? That I'm crashing out? Cause that's what it feel like." I replied, "shit different from day to day. I'm tryna figure it out but while I'm doing that I can't have no stress..."
"And what, I'm the stress?" She interjected.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"That ain't what I'm saying."
"The last thing I'm tryna do is stress you out, baby. I am your mother. I get to be worried about you. I get to know what I need to do to help you."
