“Thank you so much… For everything, Brittany.”
“Don’t mention it, Heather.”
“Oh, you’re too good for me.”
“Stop saying that. You know I’m going to be here for you no matter what.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really! Now, you take care of yourself and tell me how things go with Martin, okay?”
“Okay!”
“Oh… Oh my watcher, Heather. I had no idea.”
“Martin’s such a good man, and I… and I…”
“Heather…”
“I just took him for granted!”
“Shhh… Sshhhh…”
“He never stopped me! He never stopped me, Brittany!”
“I know…”
“Wh-Why? Why did he never stop me? And now I just…”
“You just…?”
“I don’t deserve him! I don’t deserve anything!”
“Oh, Heather. I’m sure you can fix that-”
“Don’t even try to comfort me, Brittany. Nothing will work.”
“What are you talking about? All you need is to apologize to him, and–”
“You don’t understand!”
“What don’t I understand? It’s so simple! You feel bad for hurting Martin? Just go back to just him! Back to normal!”
“I can’t do that!”
“Well, why the hell not, Heather?”
“Because it could kill him! That’s why!”
“Wait–”
“I made a big mistake, Brittany. So big, I… I can’t…”
“So, I heard you and Martin tied the knot recently? And what’s this about you two suddenly being ‘polygamists’ now?”
“No, we’re polyamorous. In an open relationship.”
“Martin? In an open relationship? I didn’t know he had it in him! He’s a real stud muffin now, is he?”
“Oh, no, it’s not him. It’s me. He stays home and is very supportive. Never brings up any complaints.”
“He sounds very… good to you?”
“Yeah. Too good.”
“What do you mean: ‘too good?’“
“Brittany, I’m… I’m hurting him. And he just lets me.”
“Heather! Come on in!”
“It’s been too long, Brittany.”
“It sure has.”
“Sorry I couldn’t make it last week.”
“Hey, no worries. You were sick, weren’t you? You’re better now, though, right?”
“Best I’ve been for a long time.”
“Great! Now, come on, I’ll make us some tea and we can chat.”
“It’s getting late, dear. Time for bed.”
“Your father will be home soon. That’s how late we’ve been up. We don’t want him worrying, do we?”
“But every time he steps out, I’m worrying…”
“Our baby boy! Hi, Ethan! I’m your daddy!”
“You can hold him, you know.”
“Daddy loves you soooo much! I’m going to protect you as best as I can!”
“So, what do you think, Lyn?”
“I, uh, really like the bunnies. They’re so cute.”
“Almost as cute as our baby will be!”
“Well, about that… I’m a little worried.”
“What’s wrong?”
“We keep trying, and I’m still not pregnant.”
“Well, that just means we’ll have to keep trying for a little bit longer! We’ll start our family no matter what, I promise you.”
“Always optimistic, aren’t you?”
“That’s my biggest talent.”
“Mom… please. It’s been nearly ten minutes.”
“My poor baby boy! He’ll never get married!”
“Mom, I’m gonna be fine.”
“All because that Isabelle broke his heart!”
“Mom, I promise, there are plenty of fish in the sea! Hell, double as much as you might think…”
“How could she do this to my very own son!? Does she not have her own mother? Imagine the pain and suffering she’s just inflicted!”
“Mom! Calm down!”
“Congratulations to my dearest Adrien!”
“O-Oh, uh… thanks? I think? We’re only just practicing for the upcoming season…”
“You know, your sisters and I were a bit worried this might never happen!”
“Mom, what are you even talking about? I’ve won every competition for almost three years now!”
“You and Isabelle are going to give me grandchildren!”
“Um…?”
“Though, examining your choice in decor makes me wonder why I worried myself silly, anyway.”
“Mom! You don’t get it! Isabelle, she… she rejected me.”
“I can hardly wai– wait a minute. What?”
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