Rutland
âAnother baby in the oven is all you need,â I tease Sasha, laughter bubbling up between us as we sit in a cozy restaurant, reminiscing about the past, chatting about everything from kids to our love lives.
âYou know, with how great Khaleb is, Iâm surprised you donât want more,â I tease, reaching for a piece of garlic bread.
Sasha chuckles, a playful glint in her eyes. âThreeâs a crowd, Ais. Iâm stopping there.â
âYou sure?â I smirk. âJordanâs already planning for the next one.â
Rolling her eyes, Sasha quips, âWell, if heâs that eager, maybe he should consider a second wife. Imagine the peace Iâd get.â
We burst into giggles, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables. Our laughter dies down just as my phone rings. A glance at the screen shows Dukeâs name, but with my hands covered in sauce, answering seems impossible.
Sasha to the rescue. With a dramatic sigh, she reaches over, swipes the screen, and places the phone between us, activating the speakerphone.
âHi, love,â I greet Duke, my heart warming at the sound of his voice.
âHey, howâs your day going?â Dukeâs voice comes through.
âIâm good. Just out shopping,â I reply, smiling.
âAww, that sounds fun,â he says, his tone light and playful.
âRutlandâs really stepped up its game with the stores,â I comment.
âI can imagine.â
âItâs nice being back home,â I add, feeling a pang of nostalgia.
âWhere are you now? I hear a lot of noise,â he observes.
âWeâre at a restaurant, having lunch with Sasha,â I explain.
âSounds nice. So, are you coming tonight?â he asks, and I feel a sudden rush of nerves.
âTonight?â I respond, the apprehension clear in my voice.
âDukeâ¦â
âYou promised, remember?â he teases, his voice light but carrying a hint of expectation.
âNo, I didnât say that,â I quickly correct Duke, amusement lacing my voice.
âReally? I couldâve sworn you mentioned me sending the plane down,â he teases, his voice light and playful.
âI never said that, honey,â I reply, chuckling softly.
âAre you sure?â Duke persists, still in a teasing mood.
âDukeâ¦â I let out a sigh, a mix of exasperation and affection.
âSo, how about tomorrow then? Iâm sure your brother and his wife wonât mind you leaving a bit early,â he suggests, ever hopeful.
âNo, Duke,â Sasha suddenly chimes in, her voice carrying through the speaker.
âWait, who was that?â Dukeâs voice is laced with surprise.
âHeâs on speaker. That was Sasha. Sheâs listening in,â I explain, smiling.
Duke laughs. âAisling, how could you put me on speaker without telling me?â
âIâm sorry,â I say, my apology playful and not at all serious.
âSheâs not coming back just yet, Duke,â Sasha adds, her tone teasing.
âAlright, alright. Keep her,â Duke says, his voice filled with humor.
âTill Saturday?â Sasha jokes.
âUmm⦠Iâm not so sure about that,â Duke responds, and we all laugh, caught up in the lightheartedness of the conversation.
âHow are you doing, Sasha?â Duke asks, shifting the focus.
âIâm good, thanks,â Sasha replies.
âAnd congrats again,â he adds, his tone warm.
âThanks, Duke,â Sasha says, her voice carrying a smile.
âI have to go now. Iâll chat with you both later,â Duke tells us.
âSure,â I respond.
âEnjoy your lunch and have fun,â he advises.
âThanks,â I say, feeling a mix of happiness and longing.
âBye,â he whispers softly.
âBye.â
Sasha and I sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, each lost in our thoughts.
âHeâs really trying to get you to come back, isnât he?â Sasha finally breaks the quiet.
I nod.
âAnd do you want to go back now?â she asks, curious.
I smile, tilting my head slightly. âIâm staying till the very end. You heard me say it.â
Sasha laughs, shaking her head. âI canât trust you,â she teases, her smile as playful as her words.