Rena: Code 143

2.4

I had another day before I had my appointment. I was a nervous wreck especially since I didn't see a way out of it. Not by pretending I was sick or bargaining with the doctor. But I didn't want to focus on that whatsoever. Instead, I wanted to celebrate a new day, a special day. Nick had wanted to go out again today, but I told him I already had plans. Plans that have been in motion for months.

It was busy this morning as I got closer to the airport. Traffic was starting to pile up and I was grateful I chose to leave earlier. Otherwise, I would've been waiting a while, stuck. During this time, the air was surprisingly dewy with fog, but still warm. Weird since the weather was lovely yesterday. Finally reaching the airport, I parked in the parking garage so I could greet her inside. Once I was through the double doors, I sat down in the waiting area.

Some time passed as I waited, casually on my phone playing a game. That is until I received a text from her telling me she was out. I briefly looked around for her through the throng of people who arrived. Seeing her with her back turned to me, I jumped out of my seat.

"Wren!" I called out to the afro-textured ginger-headed woman standing on the platform. She turned abruptly, her curls bouncing and I saw a smile grace her freckled face. We began moving toward one another, meeting halfway, before we gripped each other in a fierce hug.

"Well if it isn't the friend who never calls!" I smiled as I was encased in a hug. Only God knows how much I've missed my best friend. It had been close to six months since we had seen one another. She had traveled to Paris to visit her long-term girlfriend who played football (soccer) professionally. I didn't think she'd stay there for so long, but I was glad to see my friend happy. Backing out of our hold I got to really see her. Her fair-brown skin was glowing, her brown eyes radiating happiness.

"Hey now, I did call. And when I did, all I would hear was you and your girlfriend doing adult activities," I wiggled my brows laughing. Wren began laughing as well and shook her head. I knew she wouldn't have a response seeing as it was true. "How was your stay, besides the sex?" I asked as we waited to collect Wren's bags.

We chatted about her experience in Paris for a while as we collected her bags and then sought our way out of the airport. She had a fantastic trip being able to travel whenever and wherever. She was ecstatic to have supported her girlfriend by going to her games. Wren kept telling me how proud she was and couldn't wait until she was able to move out there officially. I was delighted to see the stars in her eyes when she talked about her trip.

I had known Wren since my college days, a little after I met Kenny. She has always been a dear friend to me. She wasn't fond of Kenny when he and I got together and she still doesn't like him. But even though she expressed her disappointment when I married him, Wren continued to support me. Wren, herself wasn't too fond of love until she met her current girlfriend on one of her trips. Wren liked to travel a lot and has never been a person to stay in one place. But when she met her girlfriend, Claire, it just clicked.

I remember talking to her on the phone after the two had been going on dates. Wren confessed one night that she might actually be falling in love with her. Now here she stands before me, rambling on about the french woman named Claire, as we loaded her bags in the car before I pulled off.

"So, Rena," she began and I could already tell we were about to have one of those conversations. I gripped the steering wheel a little harder than usual out of nervousness. "What have I missed since I've been gone?"

"Kenny and I are still trying for a baby," I told her, trying to keep my tone neutral.

The car was silent as I continued to drive. I chanced a glance at Wren to see her thinking for a moment.