Coffee Shop | Elizabeth Olsen

49: Phone Calls

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Cassie and I moved to the pool, we had music on and were climbing on each other's shoulders before being thrown off into the water. The sun was nice, not too hot but still quality to tan in. Cassie was enjoying herself which made me happy. Once the pool antics were over we both showered and changed and then we moved to the kitchen to bake.

Both of us could bake, dad taught us so we had a competition on who could bake the best cake. I made lemon and blueberry layered cake and she made a chocolate and strawberry layered cake. We, of course, wasn't objective in picking a winner and argued for 30 minutes about who was best before taking them to mum at the coffee shop for her to decide, We didn't tell her who was who. I won. Cassie pouted and then mum put them on display in the coffee shop. We hung out for a while and ended up going back to Mum's for dinner.

We had a games night with the boys when they both finished work. Tony was going back to Washington next week so it was nice to get some time in with him. He extended his stay here to make sure he was really ready for the next stage in recovery. I was really proud of him, he's doing so well. We didn't leave mums until late and by the time we got home, Cassie was asleep. I carried her in and laid her in bed before Lizzie called.

She was three hours ahead so I assume she was heading home from the event she was at. "Hey, Princess." I greet. "Flattered but wrong women." I frowned pulling the phone away, it was definitely Lizzie's number but Scarlett's voice. "Scarlett?" "Lizzie's a mess." "What do you mean?" "She drank and drank with Brie, you know how much of a lightweight she is." "Oh gosh." "Yeah, she cried in the car all the way home and won't stop." "What's upset her?" "I have no clue. And she's holding my phone hostage because she thinks it's her phone and she's waiting for your call because you'll make it better."

I switched to facetime. "You look pretty," I say to her and she smiled. "Where is she?" "Bathroom floor." She took me to her and showed me, Lizzie, hugging the toilet crying, well sobbing mumbling gibberish. "Princess." Her head snapped up. "Angel?" "Hey, bug. What's the matter?" "I miss you." "I miss you too but I'll be with you in two more weeks okay." "I want you now." A new wave of tears took over, it wasn't her typical cry, it was a childish cry. It was a drunken cry and It was fricking adorable but heartbreaking as she's really upset. "Baby, listen to me. I am here. I'm here right." "No, you're not you're there. And you called Scarlett, not me." "No, Scarlett called me on your phone. See look." "You stole my phone!" "Hey!" I say sharply. "No hitting." She pouted and took the phone.

"Angel." "Princess, can you stand?" "No." "Can you crawl?" "Yeah!" "Crawl to the bedroom." "Naughty." "Bed." She moved along the floor and Scarlett kept holding back her laughter. And then she stopped. "Scarlett's laughing at me." She started crying again. "She's not laughing at you, baby. Come on keep moving." I encouraged. "She's looking at my butt." "Kind of hard not to when your dress is around your waist." Scarlett shot back. "Eleanor." She whined at me. "Pull her dress down." Scarlett did as I asked and I got a glimpse of her cute perfect bump.

"Nelly?" "Yes?" "I want you to come here." "I can't princess. I'm looking after my sister." "CASSIE! I love Cassie. She's great." "Yeah, she is." "Get in bed." "But my dress." "It's okay, you can change in the morning." "No now." She took her dress off I saw the fabric fly over the camera. "Oh my gosh. Nell, you got this?" Scarlett called. "She's naked isn't she?" "Yeah." "Go to bed Scarlett." "Thanks, love you." "Love you. Tell little bean her Auntie loves them." "Will do."

"What are you pouting about?" "You told her that you love her." "I did." "You love you. Only me." "Okay, Princess. I only love you." I say understanding what she's trying to say. "Haha, she doesn't love you." "Lizzie, shush now." "Can you lay down?" She flops back and holds the phone above her giving me a full view of her perfect body, I kept my eyes up on her face. "Where's your bear?" She reached for it and showed me. "It smells like you. I miss you." "I miss you." I lay down on the bed and prop the phone up knowing we'd be on call all night.

She went through cycles of crying, rambling laughing, and now we're on the topic of what she wants. "3 babies. A boy and two girls. And a wedding and a house. And I want babies with you. I want you to give me babies. And they'll have your curly hair and my eyes and they'll be perfect. And we can use your middle name for their middle name. It's your dad's middle name right?" I nodded. "And then... Wait." "What?" I asked gazing into her beautiful eyes. "You want my babies right?" "Of course." "But we have to get married first. You have to ask me." "I'll ask you all in good time." "Nell?" "Yes?" "I miss you." "I miss you two, Princess. Two more weeks." "Two more weeks." "I want to go on vacation, we can go to a private beach, or we can go to a city, London... Wait you work in London. We can go to... I want to go away with you." "Okay, we can certainly look into that." She kept rambling about our kids and our future and it was really cute and I mostly just agreed with her until she passed out from exhaustion. I kept the call on and went to sleep.

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"Ow." I lift my head up and remember Lizzie was still on the phone. "Morning, Princess," I mumble adjusting my pillows. "You stayed." "You needed me." "I'm naked." "Scarlett saw." She pushed her face into her pillow. "I'm sorry." "Don't worry you made it clear what you wanted and all the jealousy washed away." I teased her. "Did Cassie hear me?" "No, she was out cold before we got home." "Good."

We spoke for a while and stayed on the phone throughout breakfast, Cassie and Lizzie spoke some whilst I baked Breakfast muffins. After breakfast, Lizzie went back to bed and Cassie and I went to the studio. She helped me set up and then stayed at the front desk to do homework whilst I went into the studio room with the clients.