Part 2
It’s a Thursday afternoon, and they both finished work early, something that doesn’t happen often, so Fatin enjoys it.
Leah is swimming lazily in their pool while Fatin lounges on the pool chair, sunglasses on, with Fluffy sprawled across her feet. Fatin glances amusedly as his tiny belly rises and falls in peaceful puppy snoozes. They got Fluffy five months ago and have fallen into a good routine, taking care of him, taking him to his training classes and being a small happy family.
Fatin takes another sip of her beer before going back to watching Leah do lazy laps around the pool.
She hears Leah’s phone buzz besides her on the small table.
Leah’s head pops out of the water, “Babe, could you check that for me? It's probably Rachel sending another dog meme,” Leah says, smirking as she continues to tread water. “You know her.”
“I swear I’m blocking her ass if that’s the case,” Fatin says, picking up Leah’s phone. She unlocks it and freezes. “Oh my god.”
“What is it?” Leah asks.
“It’s your publisher,” Fatin says, removing her sunglasses and calmly going over the email again; her heart pounding in her chest.
“Wait, what?” Leah says, eye wide. “Did they reject it again? I swear, if they send me another ‘we’re still reviewing’ email—”
“No baby, they approved the manuscript!” Fatin grins, “Your book is going to be fucking published!”
“Oh my god!” Leah screams, causing Fluffy to open one eye, but then closing is almost immediately, clearly not giving a fuck about the human drama.
Leah starts swimming back to the edge of the pool, but without warning, Fatin beats her to it and takes a running leap towards the pool after putting Leah’s phone down and jumps in unceremoniously (Rachel would cringe).
Fatin’s head pops back above the water, right in front of Leah. She grabs Leah’s waist, causing Leah to shriek as Fatin pulls her in a tight hug.
“Congratulations my love! I am so fucking proud of you!” Fatin laughs happily, squeezing Leah as tight as possible.
Fatin leans back and captures Leah’s lips in a soft kiss.
She was so proud of Leah. Besides her part-time job as the assistant of a High School English teacher, Leah has been working on her horror book for a few years now. Fatin has watched her over the years work so fucking hard on this book. There were periods where Leah wanted to give up but Fatin was there to encourage her to keep going, and now, Fatin was so fucking proud of her girlfriend. She knew how much this all meant to Leah.
This is basically her dream come true, and Fatin has never been happier for someone.
“Thank you,” Leah says when they break apart, keeping their foreheads together. “I wouldn’t have done it without you, you know? You have been my rock through all of this.”
Fatin sighs happily, “It was all you and your genius brain babe. I was just the trophy wife, well girlfriend, standing there and being supportive.”
Leah grins and jumps happily, “Oh my god, this is actually happening. I’m going to be a real author.”
“Published author, you were already an author, babe,” Fatin says and moves her hands from Leah’s waist to her butt. “I totally get to cannonball in the pool again when your book hits the bestseller’s list.”
“Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Leah laughs and screams lightly when Fatin squeezes her butt.
“I can’t wait to brag about my girlfriend being a published author,” Fatin grins before glancing towards Fluffy. “Look at this little shit, still sleeping.”
“I can’t believe it. Fluffy, are you really napping through my big moment?” Leah calls.
Fluffy opens one eye again, hearing someone call his name, and glances at Leah and Fatin in the pool. As if finally understanding that they are celebrating something, he gives them a small bark, before going back to sleep.
“We are so celebrating tonight!” Fatin exclaims, “I am taking you to the fanciest restaurant in the city.”
“Babe, we can just stay in and-“
“No, you deserve this,” Fatin says, rubbing her nose against Leah’s softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Leah officially a published author Rilke,” Fatin grins and kisses Leah again. She caresses Leah’s butt while staring at her deep blue eyes.
“If you’re gonna keep groping my butt like that, at least give me an orgasm before we go out to celebrate.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
--
Leah’s POV
Leah’s phone buzzes as she’s walking back to her car after a long day of dealing with sixteen year olds, her tired eyes scanning the screen. It's a message from Fatin.
Fatin, My Love (03:20 p.m):I have a surprise for you.
Well, that’s one way of brightening up her mood. Leah fucking loves surprises. A million thoughts race through her mind.
What could it be?
She texts Fatin back almost immediately before getting in her car.
(03:22 p.m): Are we getting a new puppy? A cat maybe?
Leah grins, knowing that it’s definitely not that. She also knows that, no matter how much she begs, Fatin will not tell her what the surprise is. She’s such a fucking tease. She gets a reply a few seconds later.
Fatin, My Love (03:23 p.m): 1. One puppy is enough. 2. A cat? Such a lesbian stereotype
(03:23 p.m): We’re both bisexual
Fatin, My Love (03:25 p.m): You know what I mean
Fatin, My Love (03:25 p.m): Do you wanna know the surprise or not?
Leah chuckles.
(03:26 p.m): Of course (: Is it you naked in bed and waiting for me?
Fatin, My Love (03:27 p.m): That’s just your typical night.
Fatin, My Love (03:27 p.m): I have a real surprise
(03:28 p.m): Babe, enough teasing, what’s the surprise??
Leah sits in her car, waiting for a reply. Her girlfriend is so cruel sometimes.
Fatin, My Love (03:32 p.m): I’ll be home around 6 pm. Tell you then ;)
(03:32 p.m): I hate you
Fatin, My Love (03:33 p.m): Love you more
Just like Leah expected, Fatin just wanted to tease her. She hurries home to play with Fluffy while waiting for Fatin, excited about whatever Fatin’s surprise is.
--
A bit over two hours later, Leah is curled up on the couch, watching old reruns of Friends when the front door opens. Fluffy is playing with his toys in the backyard.
“Honey I’m home!” Fatin shouts, making Leah grin.
“I’m here you fucking tease,” Leah says, standing up to greet Fatin with a gentle kiss. “What’cha hiding back there?” Leah raises an eyebrow at Fatin keeping her hands behind her back, an excited look on her face.
“Are you ready for your surprise?”
“Yeah, I’ve been ready for over two hours since you fucking teased me about it!” Leah says.
“Sorry, not sorry,” Fatin grins before bringing her hands to the front and presenting Leah with two bikinis; both bikinis have the same tropical floral print with small shells on the straps, only one is pink and one is purple. (Leah’s favourite colour is pink and Fatin’s is purple) “Tada! These are for us!” Fatin says excitedly.
Leah’s eye dart between the two bikinis, brows furrowed.
Okay Leah thought that Fatin had really improved in the past few years when it came to gifts, but maybe she needed to rethink her judgement.
“Your surprise is that you got us matching bikinis?” Leah says, “I mean, they’re adorable baby but you really had me thinking you had something bigger to announce. Way to oversell it,” Leah teases.
Fatin shakes her head, biting back a grin. “Nope, that’s not the surprise.”
Leah’s eyebrows furrow even more. This girl will be the death of her.
“Babe, what’s the surprise then?” Leah half whines.
Fatin takes a deep breath before saying, “I got us these bikinis to wear on our upcoming vacation!” Fatin says excitedly and Leah’s eyes go wide. “Pack your bags, because you and me... we’re going to Bora Bora baby! A one-week vacation, just the two of us.”
Leah freezes, blinking. “Bora Bora? What? Wait. Like... right now?”
“No silly,” Fatin grins and puts down the bikinis before walking over to Leah and snaking her arms around her waist, “next week. We’re going to celebrate your book being published and your birthday. Just you, me, a luxury hotel on the beach, and a whole lot of sunshine.”
Fatin and Leah have never been on vacation in another country. Mostly because they never had the time to plan anything and also because they’re all a bit scared of taking the plane, thanks to that piece of shit, Gretchen Klein.
“Oh my god!” Leah exclaims, throwing her arms around Fatin, “You’re serious, right? Bora Bora?”
Fatin nods, too pleased with herself. “I’m 100% serious. I booked it last week. We’re leaving in a few days. Already sorted everything out with Amanda and I’m sure none of those 16 year olds will miss you during that week.”
Leah is lucky to only be working part time at the High School, meaning that she can choose when to work and when she needs a few days off.
“You’re amazing,” Leah grins and leans forward to capture Fatin’s lips in a sweet kiss.
“We’re going to soak in the sun, enjoy some good food and cocktails, and relax for a whole week. Can you even imagine?”
Leah, still processing the idea of a vacation in Bora Bora, blinks a few times. She then looks down at Fluffy, who just appeared at their feet, trying to get some attention from his moms. “But what about our baby boy?” She gestures toward the tiny puppy.
“Hello you little shit,” Fatin picks him up to give him a cuddle before putting him back down, “I got it all covered. Shelby and Toni have both agreed to stay at the house and take care of him. They’re fully on Fluffy-duty.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I figured Fluffy is still too young to change environments, so they agreed to stay here. I mean, all of his shit is here anyway, so it made sense,” Fatin shrugs. “My only rule was that they don’t have sex in our bed and that they burn any sheets on which they do have sex.”
“You’re so fucking amazing!” Leah pulls Fatin in for a tight hug.
“I think you already said that babe,” Fatin winks before sliding her hands up to Leah’s neck. “You deserve it, babe. You’ve worked so hard to get to this point with your book. You deserve a whole week of not thinking about deadlines, manuscripts, or anything else—just sea, tons of sex, and sun.”
Leah’s heart could burst with happiness right now. This vacation comes at the perfect moment, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed lately with the new changes in her life; she has a feeling Fatin knew that. Fatin understands her better than she can understand herself.
Leah grins, “I like the tons of sex part,” she winks before adding, “but seriously, I am over the moon,” she leans forward to give Fatin another kiss. “You’re the best. I can't believe this is real.”
“Believe it my love,” Fatin says, her voice full of warmth. “We’re going to have the best week ever. My Instagram will be flooded with pictures of your sexy ass on the beach,” Fatin grins. “And don’t worry about Fluffy, he’s in good hands with Shelby and Toni.”
“Do you think Toni will finally stop screaming every time Fluffy approaches her once we’re back?”
“Let’s fucking hope so.”
--
Back to Fatin’s POV
The flight was actually okay. Fatin gripped Leah’s arm throughout the whole flight while they watched movies and eventually fell asleep. The hardest part was saying goodbye to Fluffy. While the little shit clearly couldn’t care less, Fatin and Leah shed a few tears. Fatin felt like those ridiculous parents crying when leaving their kids at day care.
“But we’re leaving him for a week, not just one day.” Leah had said and she was right. They would miss their baby so much. Toni and Shelby promised to send them tons of pictures and videos. Fatin made them promise that they wouldn’t use any filters on Fluffy and Toni just rolled her eyes.
“Oh my god,” Leah laughs from her spot next to Fatin in their taxi, showing Fatin the latest picture Toni sent, “Toni used the Face Swap on Shelby and Fluffy!”
“I think you just found your inspiration for your next horror book, babe.” Fatin was horrified at the image of Fluffy’s body with Shelby’s face.
A few minutes later, they stepped into the lobby of their luxury resort in Bora Bora, their eyes wide with excitement. The glass doors slid open, and they are greeted by the soft hum of island music, a welcoming touch that makes them both smile.
“This place is… unreal,” Leah’s eyes are wide as she takes in the open, airy space around them, the marble floors, and the towering ceilings. Fatin thinks that this trip is already worth it when she sees the sparkles in Leah’s eyes.
She grins at Leah. “I think you’re forgetting that I booked us a superior suite. If it wasn’t unreal, I’d be calling for a refund.”
They do all the check-in formalities before following their bellboy. They walk down a palm-lined path, hand in hand, their feet sinking slightly into the soft sand as the sound of waves gently rolls in the background. Leah is practically bouncing with excitement, and Fatin, though calm, is grinning widely at her girlfriend.
They walk into their suite a few moments later, revealing a room that Fatin could only describe as paradise. It was like stepping into a dream; floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the turquoise sea, a king-size bed draped in white linens that practically begged for sexy times with Leah, and elegant wooden furnishings everywhere.
“Is that… a hot tub?!” Leah squeals, her eyes going wide. “On the deck. Over the water!”
Leah pulls Fatin by the hand over to the glass doors, both of them peering out at the hot tub set right over the lagoon. It is surrounded by candles, lush greenery, and the faintest glimmer of lights hanging from nearby trees.
“That’s… that’s a hot tub,” Fatin confirms, her voice a little breathless. She had totally forgotten about that. “And they even wrote our names in rose petals on the bottom!”
“Did you ask them to do that?”
“No, but I did say I was planning on having sex with you in every single place possible when I made the booking,” Fatin teases, “so they must be trying to help out.”
“Fatin!” Leah laughs and pushes Fatin slightly. Fatin watches as she starts unzipping her dress, in a painfully slow way. “Well, I am going in the hot tub naked, feel free to join me.” Fatin’s throat goes dry as Leah winks at her.
Fatin has never gotten undressed so fast in her life. In record time, they were out on the deck, stepping into the warm water of the tub, grateful that not even their neighbours could see them (not that Fatin would give a fuck, but Leah does). Fatin lets out a contented sigh as she sinks into the bubbles; Leah’s back leaning against her front, and Fatin’s arms wrap around her in a tight embrace.
Fatin kisses Leah’s shoulder before closing her eyes. “This is bora-amazing.”
Leah bursts out laughing. “You are such a little dork!”
“You love it.” Fatin grabs the chilled bottle of champagne behind her and pops the cork with a satisfying pop.
“Cheers to you, my love,” Fatin grins proudly, pouring them each a glass. “For being a published author and getting another year older. You make both look easy.”
Leah blushes slightly. “Thank you, baby. It feels surreal... Like I’m in a dream.”
“I mean, Bora Bora, champagne in a hot tub and your sexy and gorgeous girlfriend who will make sure to give you multiple orgasms,” Fatin teases, handing her her glass, “You are in a dream come true.”
Leah laughed, clinking her glass with hers. “I love you so fucking much.”
Fatin leans forward to kiss Leah softly. “I love you too Leah.”
They both take a sip, the bubbles tickling their tongues. The sky above is painted in a mix of pastel pinks and purples, the perfect backdrop for the first night of their vacation. As the champagne works its magic, Leah snuggles closer, resting her head on Fatin's shoulder.
“You know,” Leah says softly, looking out at the water, “this place... it feels like the perfect place to celebrate everything. The book, my birthday, us... It's all just... perfect.”
Fatin kisses her cheek. “You deserve every perfect moment, honey. And I’ll keep making them happen for you.”
“Let’s start with that orgasm then, because we’ve been here for less than an hour and so far it’s all talk and no action,” Leah teases.
Fatin grabs both of their glasses to place them behind her, before swiftly turning Leah around so that they are facing each other.
“All you had to do was ask,” Fatin straddles Leah and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. Fatin doesn’t waste time and deepens the kiss, Leah welcoming her tongue in her mouth.
Her hands caress Leah’s back while Leah grabs Fatin’s butt, squeezing lightly, sending shivers down Fatin’s spine.
Leah breaks their kiss. “Do you think the neighbours will hear us?”
“Baby,” Fatin laughs, “I never cared when I would make you scream all night when we were living with our close friends, do you think I give a single fuck about some strangers? Actually,” Fatin adds as an afterthought, “It would be a total shame if they didn’t hear us.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Leah shakes her head with a laugh before leaning in to capture Fatin’s lips again.
--
The next morning, they are on the beach. They are both sitting on the lounge chair; Fatin is watching Leah applying sunscreen to her arms.
She looks so sexy in her pink bikini.
“Let me help you with that,” Fatin grabs the bottle of sunscreen from Leah, “Lie on your stomach.” Fatin takes a place next to Leah on her chair.
Fatin feels herself getting hot, and it’s definitely not because of the burning sun, as she rubs the back of Leah’s legs. She slides her hands up slowly, and starts massaging Leah’s ass a few minutes later. There are people around but Fatin doesn’t care.
She takes her sweet time before Leah speaks up. “Are you done groping my ass?”
“I don’t know,” Fatin teases, “I don’t want you to get sunburnt. That’s no fun.”
Leah laughs. “Okay do my front next.”
“Gladly,” Fatin grins and applies some sunscreen on Leah’s toned stomach when she turns around, sunglasses still on. “God, you are so fucking beautiful Leah.”
“Stop.” Leah blushes slightly. “You’re not so bad yourself, hot stuff.” Leah’s hand slides to Fatin’s stomach.
“Hmm,” Fatin moans and leans forward to kiss Leah gently.
“Are you trying to turn me on?!” Leah exclaims when Fatin starts to gently massage the top of her boobs with sunscreen.
Fatin smirks and leans forward to give Leah another quick kiss. “Is it working?”
Leah playfully swats Fatin’s hands off her boobs. “Maybe a little. But we are not fucking on the public beach.”
Fatin pouts. “You’re right I guess. What a shame to prevent all these people from witnessing art though.”
“You’re such a weirdo,” Leah teases with a shake of her head.
As Fatin stands up, a passing tourist stops and whistles at Fatin. “Damn, you are hot!” Fatin’s head whips in his direction as he walks up to her, clearly not seeing Leah. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Umm, no thanks, not interested.” Fatin says uncomfortably.
“Come on, just one drink babe.”
“I said I am not interested, plus I’m with my girlfriend,” Fatin says firmly and the guy glances at Leah.
“Well bring your friend as well, I don’t mind.” He grins at Fatin, clearly thinking that Leah is her ‘friend who is a girl’.
Fatin winces when Leah stands up quickly.
Jealous Leah can get intense.
Before Fatin can say anything else, Leah steps in front of her, glaring at the guy and putting her sunglasses on her head.
“She made me come seven times last night, so take a wild fucking guess about whether or not she is just a friend,” Leah says and the guy stares between Leah and Fatin, mouth wide open. Fatin tries to stifle a laugh. “Get out of here!”
The guy clearly doesn’t know what to reply and walks away, mouth still open; probably wondering how it’s possible for a woman to come seven times in one night.
Fatin shakes her head at Leah, grinning. “Did you have to tell him off like that?”
“You’re lucky I only said seven times, because I’m pretty sure it was more than that.”
Fatin laughs. “Jealous Leah is fucking unhinged.”
“I could totally take him if needed.” Leah huffs.
Fatin laughs and pulls Leah down to her chair while lying on her front. “Do me now please,” she winks, holding up the sunscreen.
--
A few days later, they make their way to the beachside bar for their last night in the resort.
This vacation was everything that they needed. Fatin fell even more in love with Leah, if that was even possible. Plus, Leah looked even hotter with her tanned skin.
Toni and Shelby sent them pictures and videos of Fluffy all day long. They even had the rest of the girls over a few days ago to spend some time with ‘their nephew’ as the girls put it.
As they reach the bar, Fatin marvels at the soft lanterns around them, casting a romantic glow over the sand. Leah and Fatin slip onto bar stools, ready to enjoy the night.
“What can I get you ladies tonight?” the bartender asks, her gaze lingering a bit longer on Fatin than necessary.
“We’ll take two of your finest cocktails, please.” Fatin smiles and glances at Leah who is admiring the peaceful view of the ocean.
The bartender flashes Fatin a dazzling smile. “Of course... though I think I’ll make them extra special for someone as stunning as you,” she says, her voice laced with a flirtatious undertone. Fatin feels Leah glance her way; no doubt becoming acutely aware of the attention the bartender is giving her.
Fatin chuckles, her usual confidence now mixed with a hint of discomfort. "You're smooth, I’ll give you that," she replies, trying to deflect with a joke. She does not need Jealous Leah to make an apparition, no matter how hot she is.
Leah, however, isn’t laughing. She leans a little closer to Fatin, her arm casually draping around her shoulder, hand grazing Fatin’s boob.
"I see what you're doing," Leah says to the bartender, her tone teasing but laced with a hint of protectiveness. "But she already has someone.”
The bartender laughs and begins to mix their drinks. “Well, you are very lucky. Your wife is gorgeous,” she says, still focusing on Fatin as she expertly shakes her cocktail shaker.
Fatin’s eyes go wide, and she looks down to hide her blush before glancing at Leah who drops her hand from Fatins’s shoulder, face flushing deep red.
“We—we’re not married,” Fatin stammers, her voice higher than usual as she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. “Just... uh, just girlfriends.”
This is the first time that someone has mistaken Fatin and Leah for a married couple; she’s surprised it took them seven years of being together for someone to make that mistake though, they are fucking hot together. It still doesn’t make this moment less embarrassing.
Yes, they know that they want to get married one day, but they’ve never really had a conversation on when that might happen. They are both very happy with the current life they share, plus they are still in their mid-twenties.
“Oh, lucky me,” the bartender winks at Fatin. “I still have a chance then.”
Fatin, sensing the growing tension as Leah glares at the bartender, chuckles awkwardly. She squeezes Leah’s hand. “You definitely don’t; I am very much head over heels for this cute piece of ass right here.” Fatin leans forward to kiss Leah’s cheek, her blush from the previous comment still visible.
“I get it,” the bartender smiles. “I had to try,” she shrugs. “You guys make a beautiful couple.”
Fatin sighs; the bartender is nice after all and Leah seems to have calmed down.
“Are you always this forward with the guests?” Leah asks; her voice thick with an undercurrent of sarcasm. Fatin’s eyes go wide.
Okay maybe she hasn’t calmed down.
“Only when I see someone as beautiful as your girlfriend.”
“I’m not afraid to fight you, you know?” Leah says without missing a beat, standing up from her chair.
Oh no.
Fatin stands up, grabbing Leah’s arm.
“Babe, we should go-,”
“That won’t be necessary,” the bartender laughs. “I apologize; I didn’t mean to step on any toes.”
“Fine,” Leah sits back down. “But I’m serious, one more comment and I’ll fight you.”
Fatin shakes her head, knowing that Leah is dead serious. Maybe the alcohol they had during the day is only fuelling Leah’s jealous side.
“You know what,” the bartender places their drinks in front of them, “on the house,” she says with a wink. “For the lovely couple. You two definitely have something special.”
“Great, you’re finally saying something that makes sense.”
“Babe!” Fatin laughs.
The bartender seems to get the hint that she isn’t welcomed here and moves on to the next guests.
“So,” Fatin smirks, trying to lighten the mood, “she thought we were married.”
Leah blushes. “She just wanted to check if she could get you if you weren’t tied down.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Damn this bitch made a great cocktail.”
Fatin laughs before taking a sip of her own cocktail. “Well, for what it’s worth, we may not be married but I am all yours baby.”
Leah blushes again before leaning in to kiss Fatin gently. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“I’m glad you dealt with that situation quite well. At least you didn’t brag about our sex life,” Fatin jokes.
“Eh, there are different ways of dealing with men and women that hit on you.”
“The bartender is kinda cute though,” Fatin teases, earning herself a well-deserved shoulder slap from Leah.
“Did you really have to ruin the fucking mood right now?” Leah glares at her.
Fatin laughs and leans over to gently grab Leah’s waist, “God I love when you get jealous. It’s kind of scary but it also turns me on,” she nibbles Leah’s ear softly, earning a little moan from Leah.
“Let’s finish our cocktails and get back to the room.”
--
Fatin and Leah just got home and Fatin hurries to get to the front door. Their vacation was amazing, but she misses Fluffy and needs some cuddles now.
“Sure, I’ll carry everything babe,” Leah jokes, carrying all their bags behind Fatin.
“Oh, you mean those big sexy arms are all for show?” Fatin teases before grabbing a bag from Leah. “Fluffy, where are you?!” Fatin calls out, stepping inside. Fluffy comes barrelling from his dog house, tail wagging so fast it looks like it might fall off. Fatin scoops him up and hugs him tightly. “Who's my little floofy ball? You missed us, didn't you?” she coos.
“We missed you so much Mr Fluffington,” Leah coos, caressing Fluffly.
Toni pops her head out from the kitchen, holding a glass of lemonade. “Umm, hello to you too I guess?”
“A bit rude of you guys,” Shelby teases, walking behind Toni.
Fatin places Fluffy on the floor before she and Leah hug Toni and Shelby. “Hi guys, I guess we missed you too,” Fatin rolls her eyes slightly.
“Damn you look tanned,” Toni remarks.
“Toni, I’m literally brown, that’s racist.”
“Whatever,” Toni rolls her eyes.
“Fluffy already ate, so if he gives you his big puppy eyes, it’s definitely a show.”
“Thanks Shelby,” Leah smiles.
“How was Bora Bora?” Shelby asks.
“It was amazing,” Fatin grins and rubs Leah’s back affectionately.
“Did you guys have tons of sex?” Toni smirks.
Leah and Shelby blush but Fatin just shakes her head. “Wouldn’t you like to know, creep.”
“We got you T-Shirts!”
Leah pulls out the shirts they got for their friends.
One shirt has “Someone who loves me got be this shirt from Bora Bora” written on it with a cute coconut.
“So cute,” Shelby squeals.
“That one is from Leah,” Fatin says and takes the other shirts from Leah and holds one up for Toni and Shelby. “And this one is from me.”
“Bora Bora: I came for the water, but got wet in other ways,” Toni deadpans as she reads. “Charming.”
“Anyway,” Leah says, “How was Fluffy?”
“He was perfect,” Shelby grins. “But tell us more about Bora Bora!”
They catch up for a bit over lemonades before Toni and Shelby eventually have to leave.
“Thanks again for taking care of Fluffy, guys,” Leah hugs Toni and Shelby goodbye.
“Anytime,” Toni winks. “I am not scared of picking him up now!”
“Wow Shalifoe, only took you six months,” Fatin jokes from kitchen before looking at her knife set. “Toni… where the fuck is my Shun Blue Steel Sumo knife?! I know you’ve been eyeing that knife for months bitch!”
“Yeah thanks for the gift! Bye, Love you!” Toni shouts and Fatin can only shake her head.
That bitch.