“Depends on you,” I told her, licking my lips.
Her head snapped up, a frown on her face. “What you mean?”
“Are we gone have this conversation again?” She shook her head back and forth. “Then we all good.”
I gave the nurse at the hospital my number. Told her to text or call me if there were any changes with mama. So, when my phone vibrated in my hand, I took off the recorded video to see a text saying my mama woke up. I let out a breath of relief.Thank you, Jesus.
“Get Baby a new parole officer by her next meeting,” I spoke on my way to the door. She needed somebody that had her best interest at heart and who was really gonna help her through this. I didn’t trust Lauren with my baby’s life.
She took a step, her hands held out to stop me.
“Wait, what am I supposed to say to Mr. Simmonds?”
I scratched my chin in deep thought.
With a smirk, I turned to her. “Tell him it’s a conflict of interest.”
41
BABY
“Girl,when you gone tell your boo he representing your ex-boo?” Jayda focused her attention on Tiffani. I hit my feet against hers under the table.
We’d been at TGI Fridays for the last hour, and this was the first time we really addressed the elephant in the room. After she dropped the bombshell on us in the car, me and Jayda sat in shock for a few minutes; then, it kind of got pushed to the wayside when another conversation came up.
“Don’t pay her no mind, girl,” I spoke to Tiffani next to me, before my eyes narrowed at Jayda across from me.
She giggled.
“It’s cool. Honestly,” she exhaled deeply, “I don’t know how he’ll react. Trey is all about his business, so a part of me thinks it wouldn’t matter.”
“How y’all met?” Jayda asked while I sat there munching on a mozzarella stick.
We all had appetizers, so we could share. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, and you could tell she loved him. She had already told me this story earlier, but that didn’t stop me from listening in as she relayed it again.
“Oh! I was home for Thanksgiving break, and me and my cousin went to the grocery store. We had a lot to get but there were no more buggies left, so we had to carry everything in our hands.” She smiled.
“He walked over with an empty one, asked us if we needed help.” That was so sweet.
“Then what?” Jayda asked, intrigued. I rolled my eyes, dipping the other half of my cheese stick into the red sauce.
“We exchanged numbers, had a long-distance relationship for over a year. Got married in the beginning of senior year, moved back home once I graduated,” she finished off, sipping her Coke.
“Long distance for a year?” Jayda tilted her head back, appalled.
“Oh nah! So, what? You had a toy to help you?” We shared a laugh.
“Jay, shut up!” I blurted out, smiling.
“Girl, no.” Tiffani giggled. “Trey didn’t want me using those. I don’t find them useful anyway. I need the real deal.”
“Shittt, now you tripping friend,” I butted in the conversation. “Don’t hate on the big snake.”
Jayda spit her drink out, me and Tiffani screamed in sync.
“Bitch! You nasty,” I screeched, wiping my shirt off.
“Girl, you done wet my lash up.” Tiffani touched her eye.
