“It’s common to forget our reasoning when our anger colludes the situation. But the two of you agreed to therapy, and from what I’ve seen, we’re making progress. Yes, the kid’s topic is still a problem, but our progression is now ‘open for discussion.’” She uses air quotes.
“I love him,” I admit.
“I can see that. But you know, Morgan, love isn’t always enough. It’s hard work to sustain a marriage, and the two of you have very different opinions on life. Take some time to ignore the pressure and just enjoy each other’s company. Better yet, a weekend away without the kids would be a good start.”
Her advice, while rather costly, is the wake-up call I need. The last three days have been so stressful that Noah and I are not enjoying each other.
Remember, what is it that I always begged for? Exactly this. Everything Morgan has.
And now, it’s all up to me. My destiny is riding on my next move.
A weekend away with Noah and no kids.
This sounds like the perfect recipe to finally fix our supposedly broken marriage.
I packed up Jessa and sent her to Noah’s aunt for the weekend.
It was harder than I thought with Jessa clinging onto my leg refusing to leave. I didn’t expect to be affected by someone who has tired me out the last few days, but I felt guilty the whole ride over to the airport.
Charlie’s husband, Lex, requested we fly in his private jet.
It’s just after four when I board, and Charlie, Presley, and Emerson are completely drunk on expensive champagne served on the plane.
“You made it.” Charlie hiccups, pouring herself another glass. “Two hours until I get to screw my husband. Do you know I haven’t seen him in two whole weeks? I think I’m revirginized.”
Presley raises her glass, almost dropping it all over her navy sundress. “Lucky you, Aunt Flow’s in town, so the only action I’ll be getting is back door.”
Emerson is sitting next to the window, phone in hand while smiling to herself. She and I are very good friends. She’d been out of town of late, but I wonder if she will sense if it’s really me.
Watching her with a persistent stare, she finally looks up, grinning before jumping up to hug me and say hello.
She doesn’t appear any different. I toy with the idea of telling her, but the more I think about it, the more it sounds ludicrous. No one would ever believe me. Hell—I don’t believe it.
“Wait, I’ve my period, too.” Emerson raises her hand, hi-fiving Presley. “We’re so in sync, and Logan is going to blow up when he hears the only weekend we’ve had away from Lola since she’s been born involves me on day two of my period.”
Charlie whistles. “Day two is the worst day out of the whole cycle.”
“Tell me about it.” Emerson plonks herself onto the plush cream leather chair, sulking as the reality of her situation sets in.
“What about you, Morgan? You must be eager to get Noah to yourself, especially after the last few months,” Presley snickers.
Charlie lets out a groan. “Leave the juicy details out, you’re talking about my cousin. The same boy who used to make me wipe his ass when he was toilet training.”
I grab a flute of champagne, downing it in one go. The less I speak, the better. “It’s been great, actually.”
Presley’s expression shifts to confusion, instantly turning to look at Emerson, and then Charlie for validation. “Um… did I miss something? I thought you were miserable, especially after what happened last weekend.”
“Oh, yeah…” I scratch my neck nervously, “… that was tough.”
“Noah was being an ass. You needed to work, and he should have told you about that meeting,” Charlie berates.
“Sure… yeah.”
“Is everything okay?” Emerson places her hand on my shoulder. “It’s just us girls. You know what you say doesn’t leave this plane.”
“Everything’s fine.” My lips curve upward into a forced smile that definitely doesn’t touch my eyes. “I’m looking forward to this trip away, I promise.”
Presley grabs another bottle out of the bucket. The plane hasn’t even taken off yet, and these girls are smashing the champagne as if it’s their last drink on earth.