Those days are long gone

Rachel piles in the front door, pushing two sleep walking twins. Her older boys follow her looking annoyed to be here. She’s the epitome of exhausted. Her face is taunt with stress. Crows feet press by her eyes like they were stamped in soft mud. Bags dangle off her.

We rush over to help. Monica grabs the little twins and helps led them to their room upstairs. Rachel growls at the boys. “Put your stuff down and help your dad unload the car.”

“Nah. We got it,” Joey says, waving me forward. We walk outside to meet Ross at the mini-van.

Joey laughs, “Never thought I’d see you driving one of these.”

“Shut up,” Ross says. He hugs Joey then me. “Damn dude, you gonna keys in your pants? Please don’t tell me you hugged me with a boner.”

“Sorry dude,” I say uncomfortably. “It’s not from you. Things were getting sorta heated during the card game. Let’s get this thing unpacked and we can get back to the game.”

With the three of us, it doesn’t take long to unload. With all the luggage inside, Ross immediately takes a fresh bottle of bourbon from a paper bag. He pours to three fingers and sips it near. “What game y'all playing?”

“Euchre.”

“Oh shit. I love that game. Two bad it can’t play with six.”

“No problem. We’ll switch games,” I say. “How’s life?”

Ross stretches his neck out to the side, “Not going to lie: it could be better. That drive was fucking rough. I don’t know why I decided to do it in one go.”

“Long ass time in the car. How’d the twins do?”

“Fucking wouldn’t shut up,” Ross says. “We should’ve stopped at two. The surrogacy was an expensive mistake.”

Calling your two kids an expensive mistake. Oh shit. I’m just glad Monica didn’t hear that.

Stomping down the stairs, Rachel looks over the railing and glares at Ross. “Are you seriously having a drink right now while I’m putting the kids to bed? Can’t you hear them screaming for you!? Get your ass up here and help out.”

“Fucking cunt,” Ross mutters and chugs the rest of the bourbon in one gulp. He stomps up the stairs.

I look to Joey and we have the same thought. “They’re going to ruin this vacation.”

Monica tiptoes down the stairs. “Those twins are so cute.”

“We are not having another one,” I say.

“But it’s so fun making them,” she teases.

“Tell her to bend over the counter and pull down her pants,” Joey says.

Monica rolls her eyes, “You’re so jealous that you can’t have me anytime you want.”

“I am. While it’s cool making content by fucking my wife and other women, it’s such a fucking hassle recording it all. I hate fucking while holding a camera. I hate taking a million pictures of my wife spreading her pussy. They all look the same!!! One is not better than the other.”

“The curse of an OnlyFans wife,” I say.

Phoebe comes down the stair. I’m looking at her in a whole new light. Thinking about my hand gripped into her fake blonde hair. She winks at me, “It’ll be a minute. Let’s keep playing.”

After our first game is complete, Ross comes down the stairs and pours another drink. He walks over to us, “Rachel isn’t coming down. She’s going to bed.”

“I don’t blame her,” Monica says. “That was a long drive.”

“Yeah, and I drove the whole way,” Ross says. “She slept for a lot of it. I’m the one who’s tired, but I’m not rude. I’ll hang out with y'all for a bit.”

“If you wanna hang out with us, you have to answer this question,” Joey says. “How’s your sex life?”

“What sex life?” Ross guffaws. “We haven’t fucked in months. Hell I haven’t even slept at the house for the last two weeks.”

“Oh what happened?” Monica asks.

“We’re taking some time apart. She’s been an absolute bitch to me for some unknown reason. I told her I’d rather sleep in a hotel than be in the same house as her. We’re only on this trip because we already paid for the part tickets.”

“Oh that’s awful,” Phoebe says. “You guys are separated?”

“We’re not separated,” Ross says annoyed. “Just some time apart until she cools off.”

“Are you guys okay sleeping in the same room?”

“I don’t know,” he says. “I’ll find out when I go up there and see if the door is locked.”

Yup. This couple is ruining our vacation.

Monica looks over at me. We’re both children of divorce. That 15 hour car ride is going to be scarred into their boys’ memories for the rest of their lives. Hopefully the twins will only remember Disney World and not the end of their parent’s marriage.

The mood of the room has changed. I need to get out of here. I wink at Monica and nod over to the back door. Her mouth drops. This is not the time for this! But she has ****. I nod again and grin.

Free use time.