A spin-off to Ramona Park Legend. This will overlap that story. To better understand this story it is suggested that you read the original story.
cut.throat
1. a murderer or other violent criminal.
2. fierce and intense; involving the use of ruthles...
Don't worry 'bout what they say. Do your thing, everything is going to be okay. -Joey Fatts
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• Can't Hold Me Down •
Dyme Long Beach, CA.
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I sit on the couch placing Jodie in my lap as I look around the house taking in the atmosphere. "I'm glad you could come over," the female voice says making me look in her direction as she steps into the living room with a baby in her arms.
I smile saying, "Me too." When Jodie whines in my arms I help her climb off of my lap. I look at Deja who's patting the small babies back that's in her arms.
"I was surprised when you said you wanted to talk. I know we've had our issues, but I just want to get passed it. We're both grown and mothers now. Your friendship did mean something to me. Things just got a little...crazy."
"Yeah," I say nodding my head. I know I agreed to come talk to her after thinking long and hard on it, but I was still iffy about it. What would we talk about? Things have just been so crazy lately in my life, I just needed someone to talk to. Someone besides Joey or a family members of Joey. Between trying to get my postpartum under control, taking care of two babies and Joey dealing with his legal troubles it's been a lot to handle.
"Where's the new baby? I wanted to meet him," Deja says making me look at her.
"Oh, he's with his grandma. It gets a little hard trying to get out of the house with two small kids," I say shrugging. Truthfully, Stevie was with Miss Shellie because I was about to lose my mind. I've gone to counseling for my postpartum and it feels like it's not getting any better.
"I can understand that. I struggle with just my one baby. Well, I'm sure I'll meet him eventually. What did you end up naming him?"
