Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE

WILLOW: When were you going to tell us you are going on a mountain holiday with Luca?

INDIE: She’s doing what now?

WILLOW: LEIGHTON RENEE BENNETT.

INDIE: oh shit. She full full named you.

WILLOW: Why is Luca asking me what Zach’s favorite foods are and if he’s in a forward or rear facing car seat?

INDIE: What is happening?

WILLOW: Apparently our sweet little Leigh let the cat out of the bag and now her baby daddy is whisking her and Zach off to Telluride for the weekend.

INDIE: I want a baby daddy to whisk me off somewhere romantic.

WILLOW: We both know you don’t want to be tied down to just one dick, and you hate kids.

INDIE: I don’t hate Zach. And I love Bishop’s goddaughter. What’s her name?

WILLOW: Phoebe

INDIE: Yeah. I love Zach and Phoebe.

WILLOW: And both of them love you. But still, no baby daddies. We can only deal with one at a time.

INDIE: Agreed. Plus, kids are sticky.

WILLOW: That’s your objection?

INDIE: I’m a simple woman.

WILLOW: Leigh you better call us the minute you touch down in Telluride.

LEIGH: I thought I’d have a whole two days free from those stupid dancing trolls. So would you like to clue me in as to why they’re the first thing Luca turned on in the car, claiming they’re Zach’s favorites?

LEIGH: You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you Willow?

WILLOW: Shit. That’s my fault. I told him that if Zach had meltdowns they were the only thing that would calm him. I thought I was helping.

LEIGH: I know you did but from now on please just let me handle this.

WILLOW: So you told him about Zach.

LEIGH: Unintentionally.

INDIE: Is he still as hot as I remember?

LEIGH: Hotter.

INDIE: Does he have that whole dad vibe going on?

LEIGH: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. He might not be the father.

WILLOW: But I mean he gets points for trying to make sure he has everything he needs for Zach there.

LEIGH: He does. But that doesn’t make up for being an asshole the minute Zach isn’t looking.

INDIE: HE DID WHAT?

WILLOW: face palm emoji Damn it, Luca.

LEIGH: We are just pulling up to the house. I’ll call you when I get settled.

INDIE: That sounds so domestic. Is Luca going to cook you dinner and tuck you in too?

LEIGH: sinking face emoji We ate on the plane. And I’m not staying with Luca. Well not really.

WILLOW: It sounds like there’s a story there.

LEIGH: There is.

LEIGH: Apparently wanting my own accommodation means staying in the guest house of their vacation home.

INDIE: oh now that’s romantic.

WILLOW: Maybe you should just enjoy the vacation. I mean obviously also get the Monarch Hearts thing done. But also, vacation.

LEIGH: Don’t encourage this.

INDIE: Never. Why would we do that? It’s not like you’re a workaholic and need a break.

INDIE: Or you know, a wild night in bed.

LEIGH: How many times do I have to tell you that’s not going to happen?

INDIE: TWO YEARS LEIGHTON!

INDIE: Your pussy probably has cobwebs he’ll need to dust away.

LEIGH: middle finger emoji I like the family of spiders that’s taken up residence.

LEIGH: If I need to come, I’ll just use the pocket vibrator you got me last Christmas.

INDIE: You brought Frenchy with you?

LEIGH: Always. That little fry has never done me wrong.

WILLOW: I still can’t believe you got her that so in case it fell out of her purse she could just say Zach dropped a French fry in her purse.

INDIE: It was a genius idea. That little fry has ten settings all guaranteed to make you see stars.Right, Leigh?

LEIGH: And on that note, I am going inside.

LEIGH: Willow no more helping the enemy.

WILLOW: Fine. But if he asks your favorite position, I’m going to tell him.

LEIGH: eye roll emoji I regret annotating those books so thoroughly.

INDIE: You love us and don’t you dare stop. The sisterhood of the traveling smut will never recover if you do.