Page 21 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Paige arrived a few minutes later, pulling up in the other golf cart with a grin on her face. “Lenny was taking a nap. Everyoneready to go?” Paige asked as she hopped out, helping to load our bags onto the cart.

“Ready as we’ll ever be,” I replied, sitting next to Alice, still wrapped in her towel, her hair drying in the warm breeze.

Reva got behind the wheel of the other cart, and we made our way back to the campsite.

Once we got back to the campsite and changed, I peeked in on Lennox, who was still sound asleep. She was curled up in her bunk, looking peaceful, but I knew pregnancy had a way of wearing you out like nothing else. I gently closed the curtain to give her some privacy.

“I remember being pregnant. It really does take it out of you some days,” Alice whispered from the kitchen. I could see her leaning against the counter, a soft smile on her face.

I headed to the kitchen and shook my head. “Some days it feels like I was just pregnant yesterday, and then I remember my Remy is over forty, and I’m a grandma.”

Alice held up her hands as if to ward off the thought. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be ready for the whole grandma thing. Maybe I’ll need a different name.”

I opened the fridge, grabbed the marinated fajita mix, and popped off the lid. “I just went with Grandma. I guess I’m old school like that.”

Alice folded her arms over her chest, her brow furrowed in thought. “Maybe I’ll just be Alice when the time comes.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Um, yeah, I guess you could.”

“Or what about Mama Alice?” she suggested, her tone half-serious.

I couldn’t help but cringe.

“G-Mama?” she tried again, the words sounding awkward even to her.

“Um, what?” I burst into laughter.

She wrinkled her nose. “Memaw?” Even she cringed at that one. “I don’t really look like a Memaw, do I?”

I grabbed two green peppers and an onion, setting them on the counter. “Maybe you should just see what happens. Let it be natural?”

Alice lifted a lock of her purple hair, a grin tugging at her lips. “I think natural is something neither of us really knows about.”

I held out my fist, and she bumped it with hers. “I’m pretty sure I’ll have purple hair until the day I die,” I joked.

Alice nodded, a thoughtful look on her face. “I tried going back to my natural brown a few years ago when Eden started high school because I thought I looked like I was trying too hard to be young.” She paused, pursing her lips. “That lasted all of two weeks before I was mixing up purple dye at two in the morning in the middle of a mental breakdown.” She laughed, a full, genuine sound. “Wrecker told me it felt like he was cheating on me, and not in a good way.”

“Lo has never seen me with anything but a shade of purple. I think I’d be looking at a stranger if I changed it now. I’m okay being the grandma with the purple hair.”

“You want me to cut those up?” Alice offered, gesturing to the peppers and onions.

“Sure,” I said, handing her a cutting board and knife.

As she got to work, Alice continued to mull over her future grandma name. “I think I’ll just go with Grandma,” she said, then paused, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “But I was thinking, if I went by G-Mama, then Wrecker would be G-Daddy, and that is just freakin’ wrong.”

I burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. “Yeah, I think calling someone Daddy is only acceptable if they’re under three and it’s their dad, or if you’re in the bedroom.”

“Meg!” Alice gasped, her eyes wide with mock horror. “Are you about to tell me that you call King ‘Daddy’ behind closed doors?”

I wiggled my eyebrows, a sly grin on my face. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” I giggled.

Alice chuckled, shaking her head as she sliced the peppers. “You’re terrible, Meg.”

“Just keeping things interesting,” I winked, reaching for the tortillas.

Greta peeked her head into the RV, a playful grin on her face. “You guys need any help? I’m too drunk to do anything, but I can always send Raven in to help.”

Alice rolled her eyes, not missing a beat as she kept chopping. “I think we’re good.”

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