With the kids at their dad’s for the weekend, I had time to do things I loved and hadn’t done in a while. I got dressed up, summoned my girls, and headed to Club Llamante. We hadn’t been there since we were babies fresh from high school. Heh, thinking about it, I think that might be where Darius came from. But anyway… None of us had young children anymore, and it had been forever since the last time we hung out. We looked SO good! Well… Lucy, Diamond, and I looked good. Gemma never had a good sense of style, but we loved her anyway.
Diamond began rambling as soon as we found a nice spot and sat down. Honestly, I couldn’t tell what she went on about at first. It sounded like she reminisced about when she had Darius and…something? No one ever never knew what she was talking about. But then she came out with it.
“I think I want a baby!”
My head jerked back so fast I thought it would snap off. “You want a what?“
As she explained, slower and coherent, she confirmed everything I thought about her back in the day. I didn’t like her and Laurant together, not only because I liked him too but also because I felt like she didn’t deserve him. Diamond wasn’t ready to settle down and sacrifice for her child. Laurant was ready, but she made it difficult for him. He focused on saving money and preparing for the future while she was in the clubs every night, doing whatever pleased her. Even though I didn’t like them together, they weren’t a bad couple. I always knew one day she’d grow up and be ready for family life, and when that day came, she and Laurant would be amazing together. That is, if they lasted that long.
She told us she wasn’t ready back then. Even though she loved her son, it was hard to bond with him because she resented him a little. But she tried with all her might, and their relationship turned out decently, but not at all what it should have been. Not like how I was with my children, she said. So, all these years later, as an empty-nester, she was finally ready for a baby. Jaron, her ol’ petty, llama faced husband, was indifferent to the idea. Kids were never a requirement for him, and he was perfectly fine without them. But if she really wanted it bad enough, he’d be down.
“But, Diamond… Is this some sort of…midlife crisis?” I asked. “I mean, we’re gonna be old ladies in a month or so. Don’t you want to enjoy retirement with your husband? And maybe grandchildren?”
“I mean, obviously,” she said. “But, guys! I’ve never felt like this before. I really think I want this.”
Gemma snorted. “Baby fever? I didn’t think we could still get that at our age. I sure hope it’s not contagious.”
Lucy shot her an icy glare, and I felt terrible for what I said. But honestly? As much as I wanted her to have her heart’s desire, maybe it was time for her to let it go. We don’t always get what we want, right?
She turned her attention to Diamond. “I totally understand what you mean, girl. If Duane tells me he’s finally ready tonight, I’ll be pregnant tomorrow. No questions!”
“Ugh! I can’t believe him,” Diamond yelled. “He was supposed to be the one to give our parents grandkids, not me!”
I didn’t want the subject to stray too far from its origin before I lost the chance to clear things up. “You know I’m not trying to dissuade you, right? I just want to be sure you’ve looked at it from all angles.”
“I know! Watcher! When did you become the mom friend?? I want the can’t stop talking ’bout having babies Emmy back!”
“Speaking of grandchildren,” Gemma said, “I don’t think you heard about our two running off and getting hitched.”
My eyes bounced between the two of them. “Wait…your daughter is married to her son? When was her birthday? I didn’t know they were even dating!”
“Oh my Watcher,” Lucy said. “They eloped? How romantic!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Diamond muttered. “It’s…something. I’m still struggling with him being an adult, and now he’s married?? Watcher, help me!”
With all the tea spillage going on, I suggested we all dance before anyone else thought of something else shocking to report. I mean, it was nice chatting it up with my girls, but I didn’t get dressed up to sit there and look pretty. I came to Jimmy Leg it on the dancefloor!
