Page 122 of Three Pucks and a Baby

It was then we realized Nancy was looking at us with cocked brows. “Either you guys come from one kinky family, or you’re lying about your arrangement,” she remarked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said.

She snorted. “Do you guys think you’re the first poly couple to ever come in here?”

“Maybe?” Vivian replied meekly.

Nancy waved her hand dismissively. “I probably scan a poly couple every three or four months.”

“Wow, I had no idea there were so many out there.”

“And that they're procreating,” Bennett said.

Nancy laughed. “Well, they are just like you guys. A lot of sex means a lot of chances of getting pregnant.”

“I would agree, but we got pregnant on our first threesome,” Vivian replied.

“Young, determined swimmers,” Nancy replied.

Vivian nodded. “Apparently.”

“Well, besides the fact it’s very evident you’re going to have a gorgeous child, I know you’re going to have an amazing support system.”

Vivian grinned up at us. “Oh yes, I know I’m a very lucky woman.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: BENNETT

Two weeks later

With my headresting against the glass, I stared out the window at the flickering roadside lights. The chartered bus the hockey team rode on eased down the darkened highway. We pulled out of Philly about three hours ago on the way home. While most of the team were passed out and snoring, post-game euphoria kept me awake and jittery. The game had been a nail-biter, and my goal during the last ten seconds had sealed our victory.

“Would you stop fucking fidgeting,” Theo growled in the seat beside me.

When I glanced over at him, his eyes were closed, but he wore a scowl.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize I was moving.”

“You haven’t stopped since we sat down.”

“Too much nervous energy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you saved our ass and are the hero of the moment.” He popped one eye open. “Go the fuck to sleep.”

I nudged his leg with mine. “Ass.”

“I just want to sleep, Bennie.”

“Fine. I’ll go sit somewhere else.”

When I started to rise out of my seat, Theo stopped me. “Sit down and stop trying to be a fucking martyr along with the hero of the hour.”

“Whatever,” I laughed.

At the vibration of my phone, I glanced at the screen. It was Vivian calling me on FaceTime. “It’s Viv,” I said to Theo.

Both of Theo’s eyes opened wide at the mention of her name. He also sat up straighter. When I answered, it wasn’t just Vivian who was before the camera. After being sidelined the last two weeks with a dislocated shoulder, Grayson had missed tonight’s game.

He didn’t appear to be too sad about it considering Vivian lounged on his lap in what I considered a very sexy gown. It was low cut with spaghetti straps, and it didn’t come down far on her thighs.

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