“Understood… I know you have to feed our daughter, but I need you to remember about you too… even when I’m not around to remind you.” He raised his brow, and she kissed his cheek.
“I know.”
Sim worried about her so much. With her being in remission and then getting pregnant soon after, he was always on her ass. Blair was just happy to be alive and have a family.
Blair cleared her throat. “So, since we’re all in the same place… I don’t need to wait until vacation.”
Capri poured more wine into her glass. “B, what are you about to say?”
Zoya sipped her wine and watched Blair. All the women were staring at her, waiting for her to say whatever she had been waiting to say.
“Remember when we were talking about Pilates, and how Alaia hated the other studio.”
“Why you hate the other studio?” Capp asked, ready to lean up about his wife.
Alaia continued to rest in her husband’s lap. “She records all her classes for content, and I cannot take my hijab off. When I brought up my conc?—”
“She almost got her ass slapped with her response… all you need to know,” Erin cut in, annoyed by the interaction they had with the lady.
“It’s like that, Gorgeous?”
“I had to pull her out the studio because she was ready to beat her ass.” Capri snorted.
“She wasn’t wrong. The response she had was so insensitive.” Zoya added. “I stopped up that toilet too with hand tissues and toilet papers too. She should be allowed to take her hijab off and it be a safe space for her.”
“While me and Syn were out today, I stumbled across a space with the realtor. It’s a beautiful property with three storefronts. I was thinking, what if me and my girls go in on purchasing the space.” Blair was so excited, she hopped up and paced in front of the fireplace. “Hear me out… Erin and Alaia, you both have been talking about becoming serious with the event planning. You would have a space to store your things for events, and an office area.”
Erin and Alaia became excited as they looked at their husbands. “How much I need to send you?” Capp asked.
“Send my half too and I’ll wire you the bread.” Capone told him.
Without question, they were ready to invest in their wives’ dreams. Erin and Alaia turned nothing into something for every event.
“The other storefront would be perfect for you and Zoy. You both have taken a step back from helping innocent people gain freedom, but that would be the perfect office space… you both always talk about opening up a law firm together… Caselli and Fern.”
“In the future… I’m working on trying to become partner at the firm I’m at, and Capri is district attorney.”
Capri swirled the wine around in her glass while she listened to her best friend. “How much bread you need, B?”
“I put up half already… told our banker to wire half the money to hold the space.” Quasim replied.
“Alright focus… it doesn’t matter what we do with the other spaces… the studio. I want it to be a space for women to come and workout. You don’t have to worry about someone recording,or some shitty instructor talking down because your form sucks.”
“Bitch, my form was fine,” Alaia replied.
“It sucked, Alaia… but I love you.”
She waved her off while laughing. “The Gurrls club. A private all women’s studio where you need a membership… our market of women will be wives like us. Women who know this life.”
“B, I love the idea… you know I’m down for whatever you want to do… always.”
Blair smiled. “I know.”
“Call Don, and he’ll send my portion over for the building. I am always down to make even more money.” Zoya laughed, and Blair kissed both her cheeks.
“Can we have pole dancing?” Erin grew excited.
“Yes, I’ve been wanting to take one.” Alaia added.
