Things aren't as nice as they were a few months ago. As cuffing season looms, Greta wraps herself around a cascade of bad decisions as she tries to take back what she had lost. But whether that'd be an assured future with Julien or a chaotic love wi...
The groggy retching sounds jumpstarted Greta's systems as she broke free from her dreams and entered the real world again.
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Immediately, her eyes were directed to the cracked-open bathroom door. And as the sound continued, she quickly put together the realization that it was simply Lulu suffering from her morning sickness.
"Luna Rose Austin if you die in there, your wife is gonna kill me! So... You know, don't."
But the puking sounds subsided soon after. And reaching down to the mini-fridge at Malik's bedside, she pulled out one of the cold bottles of water and walked over to meet her morning-sick friend. "Y'know, if you're tryna convince me to not have kids, you're getting your point across pretty clearly."
Then, Lulu wiped her mouth with a fresh cloth, taking the bottle from Greta and drinking away at it before gesturing back a thankful smile. "I always imagined you and Malik would have one or two of those cute, little mixed babies running around this place soon."
Greta smirked, helping Lulu off the ground and towards the bed for a better resting spot. "We haven't actually gotten to that topic of conversation yet. Kinda hard to as of late, y'know? Plus it's hella early."
"Well from the way I saw you two go at it, I'm sure Chadwick's gonna have a playmate before he's able to walk."
With that, the brown-haired girl rolled her eyes and giggled as she too grabbed a bottle for herself. Still, in the back of her mind, she couldn't help but ponder Lulu's statement.
There was still so much about their future that Greta was curious about. Living together was the first big step. Spontaneous, but one she was surprisingly ready for. She wouldn't be surprised if he did want a child or two. But maybe when they see each other again, she'll reaffirm her assumption.
"Where is he anyway?"
"He's already back at the house cooking. He didn't want to wake you," Lulu told her. "Either Kelly or Cora will come and pick us up soon unless you want to call an Uber?"
Then, Greta simply shrugged before giving the bedroom a standard look-around. "If you want, we can just wait here until then? Watch Return of the King like we used to do back in college. Plus, I'm sure he's got something in that fridge for us to eat."
Cheekily, Lulu grinned at her friend. "Bitch, you just read my mind."
As they laughed and headed out of the room, Greta raided the kitchen. From Alex's fancy sparkling water to Olive's Nutella to even Malik's stash of Twizzlers, the girls took refuge on the couch and watched their movie.
This was another thing Greta could get used to doing. This couch, this television, this food, it was all just the start of her time in this apartment with him - even if Malik technically wasn't the one sitting next to her right no. But before she could delve deeper into the impending fantasies of her new relationship, they were all suddenly tarnished by Lulu's question of her old one.
