DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Catching up

"So what did he do after you dropped the bomb?" Shea asks eagerly, her pyjama pants cladded legs pulled to her chest.

"Well, I kissed him and told him he didn't need to say it back until he was ready..." I explain as I fold my legs sitting in the lotus position. "I mean the first time I told him that I loved him, he bolted and didn't speak to me for a week."

"So, he didn't say anything at all?" Edina asks and I gaze at her video window, shaking my head.

"He looked like he wanted to but then he bit it down and well distracted me..."

I didn't have to tell them what that entailed. Plus, Diana ended up finding us in the dance studio mere moments after his distraction ended so he didn't get to do what he wanted to.

"I swear, you two are like hormonal teens," Adri pipes up in her thick British accent, scrunching her nose and I roll my eyes.

"We're not. We just enjoy the comfort of each other," I reply as I gaze at the laptop screen my eyes looking at the three women on my video call.

Adrianna is lying down on her stomach, her face taking up majority of her fourth of the screen. She's in a white robe that barely manages to handle all her curves, her hair has been cut lower, her skin has gotten a darker tan and she's munching on a bar of chocolate like it's her lifeline.

"So, should we expecting to be godmothers soon?" Edina asks her voice sounding a bit low.

On her quarter of the screen, Edina is standing away from her camera so I get a full-body view of her. The large window behind her reveals its night-time which explains the sexy, silk nightgown she's in. She has a seaweed mask on her face and a towel wrapped around her head as she scurries around the kitchen, cooking.

"Well, I'm not too sure..." I reply before placing my hand against my stomach. "Maybe... The thought of having a baby both scares and excites me right now."

"Trust me I know how you feel," Shea pipes up.

Shea is in a Minnie mouse pyjama bottom with a pale pink tank top and her hair is covered by a nightcap. She clings a bowl of ice cream to her chest, the spoon resting on her lip as she talks.

"I just found out a week ago and already I'm craving weird foods," she states putting the spoon in her bowl before she takes a pickle from the jar that's leaning on her hip. She then dips the pickle in the ice-cream and takes a bite.

"Yuck!" Adri says as she gags looking away from the screen, Edina and I share the same sentiments.

"Yuck to you, yummy for baby and mommy," she grins eating her weird combination.

"I'm so not looking forward to that again if I am pregnant," I groan as I watch her eat. "Diana had the weirdest taste. She hated anything with dairy in it, if I smelt Mac and cheese I'd start throwing up. Her idea of yummy food was seafood and ketchup. Everything I ate had to have ketchup or I would refuse to eat it."

"Yuck," Adri says with a disgusted look on her face, she always hated ketchup but ate tomatoes, I never understood it. "Can you guys stop? You are making us, single women feel like never getting pregnant, ever."

"I agree," Edina says and Shea and I roll our eyes.

"Funny coming from Miss I-like-vaginas and Miss Can't-destroy-my–bo—" Shea starts to comment but is interrupted when an incoming facetime pops on my screen and I accept instantly seeing it's my mother.

It's been hours since her departure, I'm eager to know that they're alright.

The screen now splits into five as my mom joins the call and her smiling face pops up.