Episode Thirty-Four: If It Makes You Happy

"Why are we whispering?"

"You sort of have to do that if you’re crouched in a closet next to your father-in-law’s stinky rubber boots," Justine replied as her foot fell asleep beneath her. "Why the delay Bassie, is your little ticket to being kicked out of the family there?

"I’m sorry I put you on hold Princess, but you’re not changing the subject, for once we’re gonna laugh at you," he insisted.

"Alright, already," she sighed and peeked through the tiny gap to see the empty hallway and hear the sound of people happily gorging on lunch. "I sort of told Quent I wanted to have a baby."

"Yeah, well don’t worry Just, the stretch marks won’t be that bad, you can’t afford the Riviera anymore, anyway."

"Funny, so I told Quentin and he got all excessively happy, only now I don’t think I want to - I mean, I stopped watching 90210 when they started covering these kind of years."

"See this is when you need a mother." Sebastian blurted out and the line went silent for several seconds.

"Okay, let me think;" he let out a breath. "Kelly would tell Dylan that between him, Steve and David she has all the little boys she can handle, huh, no that’s more like Avalon."

"Big help Bassie, way to get your mind off of your own problems. I think I’m just going to be honest; it can’t kill me right?" She immediately turned off her phone and putting on her best Miss America smile went back out to Quent’s family.

"Oh honey, Quent just told us the news, and I’m going to get started on that baby album right after lunch," Justine’s mother-in-law announced.

Episode Thirty-Five: Sleepwalker