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Cynthia had gotten the idea from her and John’s mutual friends. While John chatted with Ringo outside over a shared joint, her and Maureen sat in the lounge. It wasn’t unusual for Cyn to take her and John’s relationship problems to her friends' ears, especially since Maureen and Rings seemed like they had almost a perfect marriage, perfect child, and perfect home; she often looked for her advice every Sunday evening after a game of cards.
As they sat on the low yellow couch, a cocktail in each of their hands, Cynthia brought up the one thing that had been troubling her mind for a few weeks now.
“He just- he just seems so uninterested in me, you know?” Cyn swiveled her drink as Maureen thought about her words. They both could hear John and Ringo’s laughter from the patio a few feet away.
“Maybe it’s just the baby? You know Ringo and I didn’t have sex until..” Maureen paused, a light frown blooming on her brow, “I think Zakk was six months old?” She looked back at Cynthia, a shrug giving the conversation a light lift.
Cynthia chuckled a little at her words, their son Julian was only three months old. It was starting to get hard managing him, herself, and John. “Yeah that could be it.. But I can’t help feeling he’s getting it from someone else y’know?”
“Why? Who around here would sleep with John when everyone knows you two just had your baby?”
Cynthia sighed, “I don’t know, I just have this feeling Mo.”
“Stop worrying so much about it then when you have no real evidence.” Maureen took a drag of her cigarette, “He’ll be in bed with you again soon, sometimes they develop a madonna complex after you have a baby.”
“Yeah… I suppose you’re right.” Cynthia looked past Maureen at John and Ring’s through the thin glass doors.
“You know if you really think he needs some satisfaction why don’t you get one?”
“What?” Cynthia’s eyes snapped back to Maureen the minute she finished her sentence, anxiety suddenly riddling her features.
“You know, an omega.”
Cynthia was silent at Maureen’s words. Her cocktail now sat abandoned on the lounge table, her hands fumbling around to light a cigarette.
“Why the fuck would I give- gift him with something to cheat on me with?” Her face held that infamous ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’ look she always used on John.
Maureen laughed a little, “They’re good for more than breeding Cyn, my god.” She passed her a cigarette lighter. “Think of them less like prostitutes and more like the help. They clean the messes you don’t want to, they do the shopping so you can’t bare, and they take a fucking if you’re not in the mood.” As Maureen went on Cynthia’s mouth dropped more and more.
She couldn’t understand how Mo could talk about something this serious with such a casual tone. “What is wrong with you! I don’t want him sleeping with those filthy things, let alone have one in my house!” She whisper-yelled, taking a drag of her cigarette to try and calm her spiked nerves. “Caring for my child!” She added as her hand fell to her forehead.
Maureen laughed, setting her drink down on the lounge table in front of them. She adjusted herself so she was facing Cynthia completely, and put her hand on her knee. “If it makes you feel better, me and Ringo have been thinking about it. It’s not a bad idea especially with the baby you know? Their job is to serve, clean, and please, I’m sure you’ll get a lot of benefit out of it.”
Cynthia took a breath, her eyes grazing over to where her son lay in a bassinet by the television. Her eyes found Maureen’s again, “I could use some free time, I guess.” She smiled.
Maureen smiled back at her, reaching for her drink as Cynthia continued.
“I feel like between John, Julian, and myself I only have the 30 minutes it takes Julian to feed to properly have time for myself I suppose.” Cynthia’s hairs were still on end, but if Maureen, an uptight, neat, posh girl, was open to one in her home, handling her children and husband, maybe she could entertain the idea.
“See! If we both get one maybe we’ll see outside the yard once in a while!” Maureen smiled, patting Cynthia’s knee before leaning back into her side of the sofa.
Cynthia laughed heartily, “Maybe we can start living again.”
Maureen held up her drink in silent agreement. Clink.