Fun in the sun.

"So what's the plan?" I asked after stepping out onto the sidewalk, still wearing a smile from not getting caught by the cafe's stuff for having sex with Corrine in their stairwell.

"How about we walk around, check out the stores and the Venice Fishing Pier?" Corrine suggested.

"I'm up for shopping!" Stephanie chirped and the other girls nodded in agreement.

"We only have about an hour and a half left for our parking," I reminded the girls while we walked along Washington Boulevard, "and we have half a day before the party starts tonight."

"What about the Santa Monica Pier?" Elizabeth proposed. "I've never been there before."

"Sure, why not?" Talia shrugged. "We might as well do the gambit of tourist traps while we're here in L.A."

"It's about a ten minutes drive north," Corrine replied. "I hope you don't mind chauffeuring us around, Ian."

"It's in my job description when I got married," I smiled, winking at my wife.

There weren't many interesting shops and our stay at the pier was cut short because the strong breeze from the sea kept trying to blow up the girls' summer dresses. Luckily the traffic on Pacific Avenue wasn't too bad and I had managed to find a spot (after dropping the girls off first) at the Santa Monica Beach parking lot.

While we strolled along the pier I had noticed the tourists (at least the men) couldn't help but gawk at the five busty beauties I was escorting. We felt like kids again when we decided to drop into the Playland Arcade and later the Pacific Park's Ferris wheel, roller coaster, Pacific Plunge, and bumper cars.

"I missed you guys," Corrine sighed after the waitress left with our lunch order while we sat on the patio of the Mariasol Cocina Mexicana restaurant located at the end of the pier. "I miss us being together as a group."

"We're here together again," Elizabeth consoled her with a pat on her hand.

"But just until tonight then I'm back as a pumpkin," Corrine replied.

"Cinderella's coach turns into a pumpkin," Talia giggled. "She just lost her glass slipper."

"Whatever," Corrine scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Have you thought about what you're going to do once you're no longer modeling for Playboy?" Amy asked.

"I haven't thought that far," Corrine shrugged. "I was hoping my modeling career would have taken off but..."

"At least you're a Playboy Playmate!" Stephanie smiled. "It's better than doing burger commercials..."

"Well, if either you ever come back home we have spare a bedroom at our house," Elizabeth suggested.

"Wait, I thought you have six bedrooms?" Corrine wondered.

"I have one bedroom," Talia said, raising her hand.

"And Adam and I have two bedrooms," Amy added.

"So that's four bedrooms," Corrine noted. "Who's in the fifth bedroom?"

Elizabeth and Talia glanced at me and I just shrugged. "Our babies," the two girls replied in unison.

Corrine stared at her friends in disbelief for a moment before letting out a joyous scream and hugged them. "Oh my God! You're both pregnant?"

The girls nodded and all five of them cried, hugged each other, and took turns touching the pregnant women's flat (for now) bellies.

"I'm sorry, Ian," Corrine said as she turned to me.

"Why?" I wondered.

"I'm sorry that you'll have the double the number of diapers you'll have to change!" she giggled. The rest of the girls laughed.

"Yeah, Elizabeth and Talia will deal with one end of the babies and I deal with the other end," I replied with a shrug.

"Don't worry I'll help you out," Amy smiled.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm going to be an aunt!" Corrine squealed, touching her pregnant friends' tummies again.