Forever Isn't Long Enough

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
July 2018

Wally

"When are you coming back home, Stephen?"

I smile at the woman through the phone that has captured my heart in just a few months. Yasmine Davis and I have known each other since we were kids. We weren't exactly friends but we ran around with the same people. In the OP, she's one of the only people who didn't look at me differently when it became public that I had an interest in men. She never looked at me as anyone other than Stephen— the guy that kept the pushers and drug dealers off of her as kids.

"I'll be back tomorrow night, love," I smile at her as I lay in the New Orleans hotel bed. I throw my arm behind my head as I look at her beautiful chocolate face. She's not as dark as I usually like my men or women but she's beautiful nonetheless. "Don't worry. I'll be there soon enough to make sure you sleep soundly."

She blushes while I smile as we both think about the first time we made love, which was last month. I took it slow this time— she did too. We've both been in some heartbreaking relationships and didn't want to risk everything again.

"Yeah. I can't wait. My bed is so cold without you in it. And lonely." Yasmine pouts. I want to bite her big, plump lips.

"So is mine," I move the phone so she can see how lonely I am in the bed without her. "I got some work to do so I'll talk to you later, okay?"

She sighs— she hates when we have to get off of the phone but she understands my life. "Alright, Stephen. I love you."

"I love you, too. Tell Jasmine I said good night." I pucker my lips at her and Yasmine does it back before hanging up.

My heart hurts as I stare at my phone. I don't know what I'd do without Yasmine and her beautiful daughter Jasmine in my life. Playing stepdad does suck at times— especially when Yasmine's drug dealing baby father "G" Watson decides to make some mess— but I wouldn't trade my two girls for anything in the world.

I never thought I'd find love again after my first real relationship and love of my life, dark chocolate French film student Uriah Owens, broke up with me. He said that he couldn't take the pressure of my high exposure lifestyle. He hated that I couldn't go to Paris every other weekend to see him or that I couldn't call everyday. I wanted to but time differences and my busy schedule made it hard.

But Yasmine. My beautiful, outstanding, strong woman understands me and my life so well. Maybe because she has a child and can't just jump on a plane to fly across the country for award shows or parties. I respect her for taking care of a two year old and an ill grandmother. She never complains and she never stops working.

I'm surprised that she has time for me.

I love her. And I don't love easily. Without Yasmine or Jasmine in my life, I wouldn't know what unconditional love— outside of my family— is. That's why I know I'll marry her one day. We love each other with no judgement and with all of our flaws. It's hard sometimes but it's worth it.

When I wake up in the morning, it's because my favorite cousin Lucy is calling me.

"What, Luce?" I groan as I barely open my eyes.

"Get to the studio, please. I need help. I'm started to not be able to see my feet, Wally." Lucy cries dramatically through the phone.

"Calm down, Luce. I'll be there in thirty minutes. Me and Tre." I yawn in the phone before hanging up. I call my little brother who's in the room next door as I get out of bed.

"I'm up. I was talking to Alexus. She's having back pains. I'm thinking about taking her to the hospital. Or at least back to Boston. She wants her mom." Tre tells me over the phone.