Chapter 32
Daniela
“Is Liam having fun?” I ask Layla, who just got off the phone with her fiancé.
“They’re having a great time.” Liam and his friends went away for a golf weekend somewhere. I didn’t ask where.
We take our time getting ready after breakfast, singing and dancing to all of our old favorites. Then we head out to spend the day doing wine tastings, where we get day-drunk. It’s a blast, and the scenery in Napa is beautiful.
After that we decide to call it a day, stopping to get a million snacks and supplies to bring back to the house .
We spend the evening in matching pink silky pajamas and Layla and I tell stories about old boyfriends and random shenanigans we got up to, and Kylie and Britney share some of theirs.
They didn’t grow up together like we did, so the stories were new to all of us.
We laugh, gasp at the more shocking ones, and laugh some more.
Layla and I giggle over the one and only time we both had a crush on the same boy.
Matthew Keller. It created a rare rift between us, but after a few long days of us not talking over it, we decided to ditch him and date Niall and Zayn instead.
We were massive Directioners. We even scored backstage passes to a concert one year and met the boys.
It was the greatest night of our young lives.
I look over at my best friend of so many years, and a bittersweet feeling rushes over me.
I’m incredibly happy for her, but it feels like everything is about to change.
I’ll be coming back here to Sacramento soon, and she’ll keep building her life in Tahoe City.
She’ll be a stepmom or step aunt to Jackson—whatever she is—and maybe they’ll even have more kids soon.
Their kids would be the absolute cutest. The thought breaks me out of my spiral, and I smile.
“I know that everyone asks this the minute you get married, and it becomes annoying, but are you guys hoping to have kids soon?” I ask during the next lull .
“I think so…” Layla blushes, looking down at her hands. “We’ve talked about it. But we’re not in a huge rush either. Maybe a year or two before we try.”
“Don’t wait too long,” Britney chimes in. “It’s scary all of the horror stories I hear about fertility and miscarriages and things nowadays.”
Britney is a labor and delivery nurse. I take a big gulp of my wine, eyeing Layla. She doesn’t seem bothered or concerned.
“Yeah…We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I guess.” Layla takes a big gulp of her drink.
I take another swig of wine and change the subject, grinning at Layla. “That’s so exciting though, Layla. Plus, I’ll be the coolest aunt in the world.”
She laughs, nodding her head. “You will. You already are. Jackson is obsessed with you.”
“That’s true.” I flip my hair.
It’s nearing ten o’clock at night when a knock sounds at the door. I look at Britney and Kylie, expecting the same surprise to be written on their faces, but they both wear matching diabolical grins.
“Oh no. What did you guys do?” I ask.
“Nothing, nothing.”
Britney gets up and prances to the door, with Kylie following close behind.
“I have no idea what this is,” I announce as I face Layla.
She shrugs, laughing .
Suddenly Layla squeals in alarm next to me, and I follow her gaze.
Two men walk in, and they’re wearing leather and black wings.
“You did not,” I holler, half-appalled, half-laughing.
“Yes, we did.”
“Why didn’t you bitches tell me?”
“Well, it was a last-minute thing, of course. And we didn’t want you shutting the idea down.”
“Oh my God.” I laugh, watching the two men get set up. They’re muscular, kind of cute. But my mind wanders to Dex, who has at least six inches on both of them.
Oops. Don’t go there .
“Special delivery for our fantasy loving nerd, Layla!” Kylie announces to the room.
Layla cups her face and laughs beside me, her cheeks flushing.
The men begin their performance, and we giggle our way through it, trying our best to be respectful while enjoying the show.
They do a lot of growling and scowling at us.
It’s quite hilarious. Luckily, they don’t go full nude, but we see a lot of jiggling ass cheeks and stuffed bulges in their tiny thongs.
The whole show only lasts about an hour, and then they pack up their things and leave, with us thanking them profusely as they go.
Once the door is shut, we all have a few more laughs before we call it a night, discussing the highlights of the performance.
Everyone seemed to favor the long-haired one. He seemed more spirited.
As I fall asleep, I think about one man who would look a lot better in those silly wings.