Page 68 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“Seriously, Vivian?” Carlee questioned incredulously.

“I know, I know. Ihaveto tell them.”

“The only question iswhendo you tell them? I mean, you could wait until you’re out of the first trimester in case of a miscarriage.”

“Considering how terrible I am at keeping secrets, I don’t think I could wait.”

“You did a pretty good job of keeping the sex trio a secret from me,” Carlee countered.

I laughed. “True. But that was more out of self-preservation than necessity.”

“Why did you think you couldn’t tell me?”

“I was afraid you might judge me.”

Carlee snorted. “You’re joking, right?”

Sweeping my hands to my hips, I asked, “You’re not judging me for sleeping with three younger men in one night?”

With a grin, Carlee said, “To quote the great Samantha Jones inSex and the City, ‘Not my style.’”

Overwhelmed with emotions, I couldn’t help the tears that pricked my eyes. “I mean it when I say thank you.”

“I know you do.” Opening her arms, Carlee said, “Now come give me a hug, you whore.”

As I swiped my eyes, a laugh burst from my lips. I then let myself fall into Carlee’s embrace. “I hope you know you’re not getting out of being this kid’s godmother.”

“I accept.” She pulled back to wink at me. “As long as I get to be the fun godmother who does all the stuff that you won’t let them.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Of course, raising my child wasn’t just about me. It was also about its father. As I thought of the guys, I said. “I think I need to let the guys know what’s going on. But only after I see the doctor first.”

Carlee nodded. “I think that’s a good plan.”

“I hope so.”

“Who knows? Maybe this pregnancy will aid in their hockey superstition,” Carlee suggested.

With a groan, I replied, “Or completely fuck up their season.”

“You’re such a pessimist, Viv.”

“I’d call it being a realist.”

As I picked up my phone to call my OBGYN, I suddenly froze. When I glanced somewhat horrified at Carlee, she eyed me curiously. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t go to the OB I’ve been seeing for years and ask about early paternity tests.”

“Why the hell not?”

“What will she think of me?”

Rolling her eyes, Carlee replied, “It’s none of her business that you got dicked by three hot guys.”

When I opened my mouth to argue, Carlee shook her head. “Listen, Viv, until you find who the father is, you’re going to have to accept the truth. Some close-minded peckerwoods are going to judge you for not knowing who the father is. Your pregnancy is different because of a three, I mean, foursome, and it will remain different until you find out the baby’s paternity. So, the sooner you embrace telling them to go fuck themselves the better.”

Now it was my turn to ease down on the toilet. “You’re right. If I can’t accept the parameters of how I got pregnant, how can I expect anyone else to?”

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