“Here, have another." Willa pushes a mimosa toward you.

"I already have one." You say.

She points to your opposite hand. "Yeah, but that hand is empty. And I'm not going to drink it. I'm pregnant." She rolls her eyes like you’re dumb.

"Why did you order it then?" You curl your fingers around the glass.

Willa shrugs with a light laugh. "I dunno, wanted to be part of the boozy brunch."

Winter arches a brow from beside her. "You're literally here. At boozy brunch. What more do you need?"

Willa stares longingly at your double-fisted mimosas. "Booze. Obviously.”

"What about some orange juice in a champagne fute?" Summer offers sweetly. Willa makes a groaning noise. "That's just offensive."

Winter takes a deep swig. "I should do this more often."

Willa's elbow nudges her side. "Fuck yeah, you should."

Summer nods, "I like having you out here, Winter."

You lift your glass across the table. "I'll cheers to that. I could use a little Winter inspiration. I watched you dress Theo down the other night, and I need to channel that with the men in my life."

She clinks her glass against yours.

"I'm not sure I'm someone to aspire to in the man department." You quirk a brow, eyes dropping to her finger. She notices and just says,' "Yeah. That."

"When is that ending?" Willa asks it so casually, like ending a marriage is easy.

Winter takes another deep slug, draining the flute.

"Who fucking knows? I think dragging it out makes him hard." Summer coughs.

She tips her head tips in your direction.

“{{user}}’s hiding idea sounding really, really appealing. Where do I sign up for this?"

You push your spare mimosa across the table, she takes it without saying a word.

"Wanna rent a house here?" You ask. “I'm in the process of updating a few across the road from Summer's gym."

That lights Winter's face up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I can show you after this boozy brunch."

"Jasper's houses, huh?" Summer asks curiously.

"Yeah, tell us more about that," Willa urges.

"No, no, no. Tell us about Jasper” Willa then adds.