Roger and I were already well-lit two hours in to the evening. John wasn’t far behind us and that’s when Roger and I immediately thought of the greatest idea ever: We were gonna’ take John and Veronica to the club.
“John! John! Come on! Come on, Lyd and I wanna’ go to the club!” Roger coerced him
“What club?” John asked.
“There’s a club a short walk from the dock! Come on! Come on, we’ll get a VIP booth!” Roger explained.
“Are you serious!?” John’s excitement could be felt radiating off him.
“Of course, I am!” Roger reiterated.
“Where are we going!? I want to go! Mary wants to go!” Freddie said, grabbing Mary.
“Freddie! No, sit here with me! Whatever they are doin’ let them do it! They don’t need you! I do!” Mary gave him a wink.
“But Mary! You and I could get in on whatever the hell it is they are doing!” Freddie begged. It didn’t take much to talk Mary into things...or Freddie out of things. While Roger laid out his plan to John, I was working on Veronica, who was more than ready to bring her pregnant self into the VIP area of a club.
“Freddie! Freddie, you’re in charge of the yacht, we’re leaving!” Roger said, taking his shirt off and throwing it at Freddie.
“Wait what!? No! No! Mary and I are going with you! I heard the word club!” Freddie said, slinging Roger’s shirt aside. Roger was the first one off the yacht, with John shortly behind him.
“Freddie, just don’t bother the ropes. Everything else will be fine!” Roger said as he and John reached out for Veronia to take their hands. I was pushing on her from behind.
“Let’s go mama!” I assured Veronica, patting her back. She laughed.
“I’m going to be the only pregnant person in the club!” she said, beyond thrilled that we were actually going. Veronica clapped wildly.
“No! You’re leaving!? You’re actually going through with this? Wait! Hold on! Mary! Please! Pleaaaaase, let’s go with them!” Freddie begged. Mary gave Freddie that look to signify that he had overstepped his boundaries for today. It was all he needed to rope him back in. to her control.
“Bye, Fred! Take care of things while we’re gone! Don’t know when the hell we’ll be back.” Roger said, taking my hand.
“No! Get back on this yacht!” Freddie began to traverse the length of the dock as we walked toward the marina. “Roger! Roger listen to me! My god, you didn’t even take your shirt! Lydia! Lydia, control your husband! That is an order!”
“You’ll be fine, Freddie! We’ll be back late tonight!” I called back to him.
“You can’t leave me in charge of a yacht!? I don’t know shit about yachts! What if it comes untied!?” Freddie yelled.
“Then, the back bumpers of the slip will stop you.” Roger assured him. Freddie was beginning to run out of yacht as he followed us frantically, on the dock and he on the yacht.
“What if I fuck Mary on your bed and spill wine everywhere!?” Freddie asked loudly.
“Change the sheets!” I yelled.
“What if Chrissie gives birth on your bed!?” Freddie continued.
“Change the sheets again!” Roger added after me. Freddie was officially out of yacht as he stood on the very tip.
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Who Loves You, Pretty Baby
RomanceChrissie and Veronica are very close to becoming mothers. Chrissie, a first timer and Veronica's second. It was a time for new additions, new fears and new experiences. Why not celebrate it all? The new addition in your life doesn't have to be an 'a...
