Page 164 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Things moved pretty fast after my epidural. Grayson and Bennett were truly amazing in their support. They fed me ice chips, massaged my legs and feet, and found me funny videos to watch to pass the time.

The minute Theo disembarked the plane, he FaceTimed us. “What’s happening?” he demanded.

I could tell he was running because he sounded out of breath and from the blur of shops and people behind him. “I’m not yet ten centimeters, so it’s not time to push.”

“Good. Hold off as long as you can.”

With a laugh, I replied, “I love you, but not enough to keep this baby in until you get here.”

He grinned. “I know. I just thought I’d try.”

“Just get here safely, okay?”

Bennett dipped into Theo’s line of sight. “Don’t drive like you usually do when you’re stressed.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “You’re worse than Vivian giving me shit about the way I drive.”

“I’m serious, T. We want you here in one piece for the baby and us.”

Theo’s expression softened. “Okay, okay, I’ll be safe.”

“Good. We’ll keep you posted,” Bennett replied.

In an uncharacteristic move for Theo, he blew us a kiss. “Caught it!” Grayson teased over Bennett’s shoulder.

“Ass,” Theo joked.

After he hung up, Wendy appeared again. “Vagina check time?” Grayson asked with a grin.

She laughed. “You’re a mess, aren’t you?”

Bennett snorted. “You have no idea.”

When Wendy pulled back the sheet, she let out a squeak. “Oh my, your baby has crowned.”

“But I was just at seven,” I protested. Since Theo still had to drive forty-five minutes to get here, I couldn’t start pushing now.

“It can move fast,” Wendy replied. She motioned to the guys. “Take a peek at all that dark hair.”

My breath hitched. “How dark?”

“Almost black.”

At my gasp, Grayson and Bennett exchanged a look. There was only one of my three potential daddies that had black hair. The one that was currently missing.

“Then that means he’s Theo’s,” Grayson said.

I waited for the disappointment to flash on their faces. But it didn’t. Instead, they grinned. “He’s going to fucking lose hisshit when he finds out,” Bennett remarked.

“I bet you $20 he passes out,” Grayson said.

Shaking his head, Bennett said, “I bet you $20 that he cries.”

“I’ll take that bet, bro.”

Although I shouldn’t have, I couldn’t resist asking, “You two aren’t disappointed?”

“Absolutely not,” Bennett replied as Grayson said, “Maybe a little.”

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