6
JULY
Twelve weeks + five
SABRINA: Zoe’s pregnant??? OMGGGGG! CONGRATULATIONS!
TRISTAN: Congratulations!
BEN: That’s amazing news! Can I tell Laurie?
JONATHAN: Best. Weekend. Ever. Congrats, guys! Juliet is going to be stoked. Well, she doesn’t know you, but she loves kids and I’m rambling. I’m so fucking in love with love right now.
TABI: And apparently it’s his.
SABRINA: Tabi!!!! WTF?
BEN: Woah, Tab, that’s harsh, even for you.
RORY: It’s okay, she already knows.
SABRINA: SAY WHAT NOW????
SABRINA: You told Tabi before us?!!!
RORY: It’s her grandmother’s fault.
BEN: Yah Yah?
JONATHAN: Yeah Yeah?
TRISTAN: A lady in the streets but a freak in the bed.
TABI: Yia Yia!
TRISTAN: PSML.
RORY: And, Ben, you can tell Laurie. My mother’s husband wants to announce it to the world like it’s the second coming or something.
SABRINA: Is Zoe due at Christmas?
RORY: Mid-Jan.
SABRINA: Do you know what you’re having?
TABI: A Scotch egg.
SABRINA: Ha ha, Tab. You know what I mean.
RORY: We have no clue. Everyone else thinks it’s a boy because the patriarchy says that’s the preferred outcome. We can find out in a couple of months.
TRISTAN: How’s Zoe doing?
RORY: Getting there. Still tired, feels sick the whole time, emotional.
SABRINA: Ginger cookies and Pepto Bismol. That’s what my sisters lived off.
RORY: So far it’s been mainly pickled gherkins, smoked salmon and Pringles.