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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Tae
"Tae, this way."
"Lashontae, how does it feel to be here tonight?"
"Lashontae, over here, please?"
I smiled and stopped briefly for a few photos before being ushered inside to the fifty ninth Grammy Awards.
The biggest night in music that meant so much to artists such as myself was also a huge undertaking; as fabulous as it was, at the end of the day, it was work.
By the time I made it to the table near the front of venue, I was exhausted from smiling and greeting people; some I didn't mind, but for others? A real chore.
My team created a pathway to our designated area of tables where April, Bully, Kelly, Kevin Liles, and others members of both Trey and I's teams were seated. As the lights dimmed signaling the resume of the show, Kelly leaned towards me.
"Must you always be late? Your man's been looking for you."
I moved my hair delicately to hear better.
"Is he okay?"
"Mary canceled." She said before nodding towards him now walking to the table.
He looked amazing tonight; like he always did. In a suit though, he was everything. I could tell he was nervous by his face. He was nominated twice this year; once for best R&B performance and again for best R&B song. He also had a performance; and to know Trey was to know he absolutely dreaded performing at award shows. Normally, nervousness wasn't his thing, but at an award show in front of his peers and his others he respected and held in such high regard? He literally clammed up.
It had been almost a week since we'd made up so I thought but he still hadn't been his regular self, which sucked. That on top of the stress he already felt from work I'm sure mounded more pressure on him. To keep from overstimulating him, I tried hard to stay out of his way as much as I could.
He sat down casually to my right and looked me over with satisfaction; he smiled genuinely my way for the first time in days giving me organic butterflies.
When he leaned over to speak in my ear, I tried hard not to tremble at his breath on my skin.
"You look amazing."
I gave him a smile back as the host announced the next performer.
"Thank you," I replied, "You do too."
"I need you." He followed up.
I nodded with a smirk and bit my bottom lip.
"I heard."
He watched my face for a response.
"I got you." I replied making him breath a sigh of relief.
