Page 11 of Momcom Vacation

This crowd will never understand. Shay has been humping her collection of golden dildos since the plane touched down yesterday. Dylan and Cortney fuck like rabbits. Even Liv, who’s got to be eighteen months pregnant by now, is getting it more than regularly.

“There’s no time.” Deflating, I press my fingers into my temples. “And when I want to initiate something, I psych myself out. And now that it’s been so long, it’s become a thing.”

“A thing?” Liv’s voice is quiet, concerned.

Dylan’s is much, much louder. “Ooh, that sounds like a thing.”

“We work all the time, and we each have to attend a lot of events. Oh, and have you met my kids?” A dark chuckle rumbles out of me. “They’re kind of a handful.”

In unison, they nod solemnly.

Intimacy is important to me, but in the last couple of months, my sex drive has disappeared. My to-do list is never-ending, and Enzo would never pressure me.

That means I’m the problem.

Tears well in my eyes. Dammit. I do not cry. And I certainly don’t cry in front of my friends.

“I’m beginning to think he might not be attracted to me.” With those words, the dam bursts and the tears stream down my face.

It’s all too much. I can’t be all things to all people all the time. And not engaging in Olympic-level sex every night with my hot boyfriend feels like one more thing I’m failing at.

“I’m not sexy.” I squint at Dylan. “Tell me the truth. How bad are my crow’s feet?” I ask. “Am I officially too old to be fuckable?”

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” Liv leans forward, peering around Shay. “You’re the one who’s always telling usthat the patriarchy says women’s bodies have a sell by date. You’re the one always rallying us to rise up and fight it.”

I nod. She’s right. I say that at least twice a week. But I’m still not getting laid and have no idea what to do about it.

Unlike my friends, I’d never been in a long-term relationship until Enzo. There are days I feel like I’m sixteen again, trying to decode his body language and moods to decipher his thoughts. It’s exhausting. Constantly worrying that I’m not a good enough girlfriend, or a good enough mom, or a good enough friend.

“I’m worried about you.” Dylan grasps my hand, her rings digging into my fingers. “You’re spiraling. Over a man, no less.”

“Agreed,” Liv says. “This weekend is exactly what we need. An intervention.”

“You will not leave this island until you remember what a bad bitch you are.” Shay’s dark bangs slip over one eye. “And we will do everything in our power to help you get there.”

Dylan releases her hold on me and claps. “I have an idea. Let me get a couple of crystals. Carnelian is great for supercharging your sex drive. Let’s meditate and maybe do a little sunset ritual. It’ll be the perfect way to reset.”

“Do you want to borrow a vibrator?” Shay asks. “I brought several.”

My stomach pitches so violently I worry I’ll spew alcohol all over her. “Ew. That’s gross.”

“They’re brand new. Rowan bought a whole case of them when the season started so I can break out a new one every time he’s away.”

It takes effort to bite back a laugh. How thoughtful.

“I think Dyl’s idea is perfect.” Liv reclines in her chair, giving her belly a rub. “Let’s howl at the moon or whatever so Delia can get laid. I’m happy to participate in all of it. A weekend off from my husband is doing wonders for my mood.”

“The man won’t stop texting, so are you really getting a weekend off?” Shay asks.

Liv grins. “I warned him I’d turn my phone off if he bothered me.”

“And then he started texting us.” I hold up my device and give it a shake.

As if on cue, Liv’s phone buzzes. With a heavy sigh, she picks it up and glares at the screen.

“Something wrong?” I ask.

With a roll of her eyes, she drops back against the lounger and laughs. “God, he is so overprotective.” She inhales deeply and lets it out slowly, then turns to me. “Let’s focus on girl time while we still have it. I have faith we can do great things. Last time we were here, we opened up and were honest with ourselves and one another, and from there, great things happened.”

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