Their futures.

"So how long have you guys been trying to get pregnant?" Amy asked bluntly after a short lull in the conversation.

Elizabeth and I looked at each other before my wife answered. "I stopped taking my birth control pills a couple months before our high school reunion so I could start ovulating again. We've been trying ever since with no luck so far."

"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth," Amy said, patting my wife's hand. "I missed taking the pill a couple times and managed to get the one percent chance to get knocked up."

"Adam's a well-behaved sweetheart," my wife smiled.

"Unlike his mom," I joked, which earned me a smack on the shoulder by Elizabeth and laughter from the other girls.

"Yeah, I think he takes after my dad," Amy laughed. "I have no regrets about him coming into my life. He made me grow up into a responsible adult."

I wanted to make another joke but I knew she meant every word of it and it was true -- seeing her around Adam brought out a very different person that we knew back in our senior year of high school.

"Speaking of being a responsible adult," Amy cheerfully announced, "I'm seriously thinking of opening the dance studio that I've always dreamed of having."

"Oh my God! Really?" the other girls squealed in unison.

"Yeah, Adam is going into kindergarten in the fall so that'll free up more time for me to pursuit my dream, "she explained with a beaming smile. "My dad is going to help me by co-signing a studio space to lease."

We all got up to take turns to give Amy a congratulatory hug.

"Thanks everyone but we'll celebrate when I finally open the studio!" she laughed.

The girls clinked and sipped on their mimosas until Talia spoke up. "So still no guy in your life?"

"Just Adam," Amy replied bluntly, suspicious where Talia was heading with her question.

"So you haven't had sex since you had him?"

"I know it may come as a surprise to you that sex was the last thing on my mind for the past four years," Amy laughed. "...until the school reunion." She bit her lower lip and stole a glance at me. My wife caught her look and subtly squeezed my thigh under the table.

I knew there was no jealousy between Elizabeth and the girls, we were all best friends and shared each other intimately. It was a special bond we had and not many people outside our clique would understand. Our parents still didn't know about how close we were as a group even after all these years!

"I can't imagine four years without a cock in me," Corrine whispered out of earshot of the other restaurant patrons.

Talia raised her hand. "Hello! Ten years here."

We all laughed.

"So why do you want a baby?" Amy inquired with her chin resting on her palm. She grinned at the opportunity to turn the interrogation table around to Talia.

Talia looked down at her hands before answering. "My career is going great... and I'm almost the big three-oh. Y'know the whole biological clock thing looming over me. Tick tock tick tock!" She paused for a moment to look around the table, stopping at me. "...and I want someone who will love me back unconditionally..." Her eyes began to swell with tears.

Amy and Corrine, who sat on either side of Talia, gave her reassuring hugs to calm her down.

"Oh God," Talia sniffed after composing herself, "can you imagine me as a single mother?"

"I can," Amy smiled, giving her friend another hug and kiss on the cheek.

"What about you two?" Elizabeth questioned our two blonde friends.

"About what?" Stephanie wondered. I suspected she was feigning ignorance on the touchy subject.

"Babies!" Amy sang.

"I have a lot of auditions. Besides, I haven't found the right guy yet," Stephanie answered defensively, giving me a quick glance. "You know how dating sucks in L.A.!"

"I have my modeling career," Corrine blurted out nervously.

"How's that going?" Elizabeth asked with a twinkle in her eyes. I knew where she was going with that question.

"Great! I... ," Corrine whispered, leaning forward to avoid being overheard by the other patrons, "...I got a spread in Playboy!"

"What?!" the other girls squealed.

Corrine motioned for them to quiet down before she spoke again. "Yes, I posed nude in Playboy last year and even got the centerfold."

"Can we see it?" Talia giggled.

"I don't have a copy here!" Corrine rolled her eyes.

"We have a copy at home..." my wife chirped.

"You do?" the other girls exclaimed.

"You looked gorgeous, Corrine," I interrupted the girls' chatter. "The photos were very classy."

"Thanks, Ian," Corrine smiled. "I'm not embarrassed by it -- although my parents have yet to find out. I'm still trying get into lingerie modeling but in the meantime I get to live at the Playboy Mansion."

The girls squealed again.

"It's not as great as you would think it would be," she sighed. "We Playmates get a thousand dollar weekly allowance and can't get any other work. The only other source of income are appearance fees."

"What about the parties?" Amy asked.

"They're fun but that's the only time we get to see people from outside the Mansion."

"Seriously?" I cringed. I had the same empty feeling in my gut like when my parents finally told me that Santa wasn't real.

"Yeah, basically Hugh wants to be the only man there so no friends are allowed to visit, especially men!" Corrine explained. "And there's a nine o'clock curfew!"

"Oh my God, that's worse than my parents' rules when I was a teenager!" Elizabeth spluttered.

I looked around the table at each of the girls... no, women -- we were all quickly approaching the big three-oh regrettably -- and sighed.