Page 163 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Holding out my hand, I helped her sit up. “I still can’t believe you guys can get it up for me when I look like a beached whale,” she mused as she rubbed her belly.

“You’re always sexy to me,” I said, kissing her cheek.

“And me,” Bennett replied.

“Same,” Theo echoed with a grin.

Shaking her head, Vivian pulled herself to a standing position. As she started walking to the bathroom, she froze. Just as I was about to ask if she was having another pain, a deluge of liquid shot down her legs.

“Please tell me you just pissed yourself,” I said.

Slowly, she turned back around. “My water just broke.”

And just like that, shit got exceptionally real.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: VIVIAN

The moment I went into labor I quickly realized how your best-laid plans went right out the window. Although the pregnancy books had told me every labor was different, it didn’t quite hit me until all the signs I’d prepared for happened out of sync. Not to mention the fact that one of the baby’s fathers was thousands of miles away.

After my water broke, we called my doctor’s office. I was then informed that even though my contractions weren’t far enough apart to negate it, I still should head on to the hospital.

That was four hours ago.

Since then, I’d been admitted, taken to a room, and dilated to three. Considering how my contractions had been ratcheting up, I was hanging on by a thread to reach four, so I could get my epidural.

Bennett and Grayson stood on each side of the bed. “What time does Theo’s plane get in?”

“Three,” Grayson replied.

As another pain gripped me, I huffed out a breath. “What if he doesn’t make it?”

“Think positive. First labor can last for hours and hours, even days,” Bennett replied.

Considering the pain I was in, I moaned, “Oh God, not days.”

Bennett smiled. “You wouldn’t be in the hospital if it was going to be days.”

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer that Theo wouldn’t miss the baby’s birth. Even if he didn’t end up being the biological father, I didn’t want him to miss such a momentous event. He was already going to miss so much of the baby’s life being away in Charleston.

When the door opened, a dark-haired nurse with wire-rimmed glasses stepped inside. “Hey there. I’m Wendy. And I’ll be helping deliver your baby.”

She glanced between Bennett and Grayson. “Looks like you have an amazing support system with you.”

As another pain gripped me, I gritted out, “We’re a polyamorous couple who is missing our third, and we don’t know who the biological father is.”

“Jesus, Viv,” Grayson murmured.

Wendy laughed. “Well, then, how exciting for you guys.”

As the pain subsided, I exhaled a breath of relief. “Thanks for not being judgmental.”

“No problem.” She came up to the bed and ripped the sheet back. “I’m just going to check how far dilated you are.”

“Please say it’s a four so I can get some drugs.”

Wendy righted herself with a smile. “You’re in luck. You’re at five.”

“Bring on the epidural!” I cried.

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