Page 43 of Dr Feel Good
Lake snickered, and Estelle glowered.
“I’m not a fucking gold-digger, Jun,” she huffed. “I have my own bag, so I don’t need Aydin’s money.”
“I mean, you’re well-off, cuzzo, but Aydin’s family is loaded,” Lake said, Juno nodding in agreement, neither of my sisters caring about Estelle’s mounting annoyance.
“And I’m signing a prenup, so I’ll only have access to what we agree upon.”
I recoiled. “Aydin’s making you do that?”
“Oh my gosh, he isn’t making me do shit! It was my idea because I refuse to be labeled a gold-digger.”
“Letting your husband provide for you doesn’t make you a gold-digger,” Lake said as she went for seconds. “It just makes you smart. He’ll expect you to cook, clean, raise whatever crotch goblins y’all have, and fuck him whenever. The least he can do is take care of the bills and get you whatever you want.”
Juno rapidly tapped her pointer finger against her thumb, a habit she picked up from some influencer she followed online. “Clock it, sis.”
“I only cook when I want to, we hire a cleaning service, and we’ve agreed to hire a night-nanny for any children we have, so we can get sleep.”
Lake snorted. “And you say his money isn’t a perk.”
“I said that it isn’t why I’m with him,” Estelle corrected. “I didn’t say that it wasn’t a plus.”
My sisters and I exchanged looks, then burst out laughing. Estelle’s giggles joined ours.
“Shut up,” she admonished, even as a grin stretched across her face. “I didn’t even say anything funny.”
“The food is good,” I said to inspire a subject change. “You made the right call adding extra seasonings.”
“Facts,” Juno agreed. “It’s just right.”
“We should have enough to have it tomorrow, too,” Estelle said, glancing between us for approval. “If that’s fine with y’all. I’ll be packing, so I don’t know if I’d have time to cook.”
“Leftovers are fine by me. Some days we have ramen for dinner, so the pie is an upgrade,” Lake replied.
Estelle nodded, standing from the table to collect the dirty dishes. When Bob heard the scraping of the chairs, he perked up, knowing it meant he was about to get some table food. He followed Estelle as she set the dishes by the sink, whining when she bypassed him to grab the pie and set it on the stove.
“That’s no way for you to treat a guest, you big baby,” I chided, shaking my head as my sisters gasped dramatically. “Hush, both of you. Bob is a crybaby.”
“He’s a little prince who knows his worth,” Juno shot back.
Officially, Bob the Biter was Juno’s dog, though he’d taken to all of us.
“Get us something to drink, girl,” I replied.
Lake was the one to get up. “I got you. She’d get us sparkling grape water or some shit.”
“It’s good!” Juno protested.
“If you have no taste buds, sure,” Lake said sarcastically, before looking at Estelle, who was dropping stray pieces of chicken on the floor for Bob to scoff down. “What do you want to drink?”
“Anything’s good with me.”
The ‘anything’ Lake selected was grapefruit beers, something we all enjoyed. Estelle stacked the dishes in the sink and returned to the table, Bob choosing to lie by her, since she was the woman who fed him some glorious chicken.
“I’ve been rambling about me and Aydin, when I should be asking how you are, Michelle,” Estelle said after several minutes of silence. “When are you making that doctor’s appointment to get your injuries checked out?”
“Never,” I replied, shrugging when she pursed her lips. “I’m basically healed.”
Felix did a fantastic job nursing me back to health, and thanks to my parents leading a risky life, I knew basic first aid, including how to remove stitches. What Felix couldn’t take care of, I would.
