"Road trip!" Timmy yelled as he hopped out of the familiar RV.

"I'll be damned; the bastard really found the same one," I murmured.

"Found?" Billy laughed. "This thing has been in the touring warehouse."

"Why would you keep this bucket?" I asked.

"This is a piece of iconic history," Billy chided.

"Mmhmm," I mumbled, before turning my attention to Sarah. "Tell me again about the spa," I dreamily said, causing her to giggle.

"You're going to love it," Billy said as he pulled me to his side and gave me an actual noogie.

"Seriously," I groaned as I pulled away from him and fixed my hair.

"Are we ready?" Tim excitedly spoke after he had bounded up the walkway to us.

"I guess ready is one word to describe what we are," I murmured. "Come on, let's give the lovebirds a moment to say goodbye."

"Good plan, but not a fan of the tone," Tim's voice was still filled with enthusiasm. "Come on, hop up." He turned and crouched so I could jump up for a piggyback. "Billy, you can get the bags, right?" He called over his shoulder as he trotted to the RV.

"Okay, this I could get used to," I giggled.

"Come on. Is this how the entire trip is going to be?" Billy called out after us.

"Yep," Tim and I chirped in unison before we climbed into our old home.

"Is it me, or does it still smell a bit like rotting Chinese food?" I joked.

"Oh, one hundred percent. Come on, navigator. We'll stick Billy in the back." Tim smiled before slumping into his familiar driver's seat. "I dug up all our old playlists and loaded them on my phone," he added.

"No way; let me see." I began scrolling through the lists. "We just used the dates; we were so creative," I laughed. "Wait a minute, what is the playlist 'the songs she always hums wrong?'" I demanded.

"Oh fuck, maybe I'll just make my exit here," Billy threatened from the doorway.

"There is no such thing as humming wrong!" I argued.

"I thought that too, then I met you," Billy countered.

"You're the worst!"

"Really? I'm the worst. Hitler, Stalin, Vlad the Impaler?" Billy listed.

"Ah, just like the good ol' days," Timmy said as he pulled down the driveway with a smile on his face.

"Just for that..." I taped through Tim's phone until Wannabe came on by Spice Girls.

"Oh, come on," Billy groaned from the couch.

Timmy and I loudly sang along.

"Why must you egg her own?" Billy groaned over our yelling.

"Don't fight it, buddy!" Tim offered.

"Zig-a-zig-ah is not a lyric," Billy shot, but it was too late; Tim and I were in full-on jam mode.

As the song wound down, Tim noted that it really didn't have a bad message as it started up again.

"Wait, did you put it on repeat?" Billy moaned.

"All day, love," I teased.

"Tim, come on," He pleaded.

"I'm not mad at the choice." Timmy shrugged before he and I began belting it out again.

This was hour one. Billy finally figured out that the secret to getting us to turn the song off was to enjoy it. Once we caught him chanting along to the lyrics, I knew it was time for something different. We shouted through all the songs that I haunted them with on our road trip: Who Let the Dogs Out?, Livin' on a Prayer, I'm Gonna Be, and Tubthumping.

"You two just like any song you can shout," Billy proclaimed after Tim and I had fully lost our voices from our jam session.

"Best bachelor week ever!" Tim proclaimed.

"My throat hurts," I whined.

"Slushy stop!" Tim chanted.

"Yes, I want blue!" I agreed.

"No, if you two start sucking down Slushies, you'll need to stop to pee every half hour," Billy groaned.

"Yeah, and then we'll be able to get more Slushy," I noted to Billy. Then I turned to Tim and added, "was he always this lame?"

"Yeah, lust blinded you," Tim offered.

"Thank goodness for Sam!" I agreed.

"You both suck," Billy pouted from the back as Tim pulled into a rest stop.

"One blue Slushy. Billy, you want anything?" Tim offered.

"Coffee; hot, black and bitter," Billy griped.

"One old man special," Tim nodded before slamming the door behind him.

"You realized you two are the worst," Billy shot at me.

"It's Tim's trip. You have to lean into the fun, mister!"

"Well, your fun seems to be at my expense."

"You are such a brat sometimes," I teased.

"Mmhmm, don't come crawling to me when your stomach hurts from your damn Slushy," Billy warned.

The conversation dropped as I focused on scrolling through my phone versus letting Billy's negative attitude impact me. This was Tim's trip; shouting bad 90s pop and drinking Slushies were exactly the plan.

"So much fun being had here," Tim teased as he climbed into his seat again and handed me my Slushy.

"He's so grumpy," I complained.

"You're so immature," Billy shot back, resulting in me sticking my newly blue tongue out at him.

"Now, now," Tim soothed, but then whispered, "Slushy race?"

"Yes!" I agreed.

"On three: one, two, three!" Tim yelled before we both started to suck down our drinks as quickly as possible.

"Ah, the pain," I yelled before sucking more of the frozen beverage.

"I'm definitely barfing today," Tim noted, before returning to his drink.

"I win!" I declared as I shook my empty cup in front of him.

"I'm not sure how, but I'm pretty sure you cheated!" Tim grumbled.

"Uh-oh," I whimpered. "Billy, I don't feel so good."

"Mmhmm," Billy knowingly agreed as I flopped down on the couch and rested my head on his lap. His hand gently combed through my hair. "It's called a sugar crash," he whispered.

Billy continued to comb through my hair as I fell asleep. I woke up to a low conversation between Tim and Billy.

"We're good." Billy's voice was even and smooth.

"I know you're good, but is this really what you think is right?" Tim asked.

"I do. Everything fits right now," Billy offered.

"So, you aren't in love with her?" Tim countered.

"Not in a romantic sense, no," Billy confirmed. As he spoke, I felt his hand smooth over my hair.

"In love is only romance," Tim argued.

"I disagree. I'm in love with this human," Billy tenderly continued. "If that means I have to wash my hands of romance with her because that's what's best for us, then so be it. I love Sarah. I want Sarah in a more traditional sense. She fits. And Lil seems really happy with Sam."

As Billy spoke Sam's name, he plucked up the ring around my neck and inspected it.

"It just makes little sense to me," Tim announced.

"Look man, the problems Lil and I had... the answers aren't in our past. We tried, we wrecked each other, we tried again, and we wrecked each other. The path is forward, and this is the path we're on."

"How can you be so confident about that?" Tim skeptically asked.

"Because Lil is confident in it, and I'm confident in her," Billy murmured.

Instinctively, I curled further into his lap and whispered, "I love you, Billy Collins."

"Every day," he whispered back.

Hours later, Tim and I settled in the bed in the back of the RV, with Billy settling in Tim's old spot in the front. I knew it was my turn again.

"Timmy, can we not?" I pre-empted him. "We've already had this conversation."

"But Lil, this is it. You realize that, right? You both marry other people, and you can't change your minds. You'll have families," Tim countered.

"Tim, this is what's for the best," I restated.

"You are in love with each other; even Billy admits it. Do you really think you guys can have successful marriages with other people?"

"Yes!" I confidently said.

"How can you say that because, honestly, I'm pretty sure the only reason Billy is buying this is because he trusts you so much?"

"Timmy, Billy and I aren't dumb, and we know we love each other very deeply. We've come so far to get to this place and chosen our paths forwards. He trusts me because I trust him. Yes, we'll have our love all along the way, but there is room for others. There has to be." I struggled to keep my voice even.

"Is there anything you can say that will make me okay with this? I really want to be okay with this," Tim appealed.

"I think so," I murmured. "I don't want kids. Sam knows, and is onboard."

"What?" Tim sat up as the shock rolled through him.

"I don't want kids. It's just not something I'm interested in, and I feel like that's something you have to be all in on. Billy is going to be an amazing father. He wants kids; he wants that life."

"Does he know? Does Billy know you don't want kids?" Tim pressed.

"No, and you can't tell him," I demanded.

"What? Why? That's it. That's the proof that you guys are making the right choice. Don't you think he deserves that validation?"

"Timmy, do you think he needs it? I heard you talking earlier," I admitted.

"You did?"

"Yeah, he seems pretty confident." I acknowledged.

"You would be a great mom," Tim noted.

"Probably, but if I don't want to be a great mom, would it matter?" I countered.

Silence fell between us for a moment.

"I love you, Lil. I just want you to be happy. And I am happy for you and Sam." Tim stretched his hands out and pulled me to his chest.

"Thanks." I smiled as I melted into him. "Wait," I said as I struggled to shoot up. "How did you know Sam and I are engaged?"

"Lil, you've been playing with the ring all day," Tim teased.

"I just didn't want to take anything away from you and Tess," I explained.

"I get it and appreciate it, but I can handle being happy for you and me."

"I love you, Timmy. I am so excited for you and Tess," I agreed.

"We should get some sleep. There's lots of Slushies on our horizon," Tim yawned as he sunk further into the pillows.