Page 31 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“Is Dylan okay with the baby?”
I never got to talk to Becca after that day when I learned she was pregnant, and I can’t imagine Dylan wanting to be with her while she is with Dr. Nolan. Who would’ve thought that scenario was in the works, right?
“He is now that he knows the baby is his,” Puck snorts.
“What?” I push hard at his chest until he lets me look into his face. “I thought it was Dr. Nolan’s baby.”
“Yeah, so did I,” Puck agrees with me. “But then he stormed out to her house, and when he came back home, he punched my lights out. Fucker almost broke my nose.”
“Oh my god,” I press a hand to my mouth. I can’t believe I never noticed the dark circles forming under Puck’s eyes. They were not this bad earlier. “Why did he punch you?”
“Because he thought I misled him on purpose to believe Becca was having a baby with someone else. And apparently, he could not stand that thought.”
His words cause another wave of grief to wash over me. We are in the exact situation Dylan thought he was with Becca. Except for the fact that I will never be able to give Puck good news like that.
Puck seems to be on the same wavelength as me when he asks, “Are you sure it is his baby?”
“I…” I am about to say yes, but then stop to think. How do I know for a fact that this is Steve’s baby? I only have his word for it.
“How far along are you?”
“They said fourteen weeks,” I answer with no hesitation.
Puck stares at me as we both do the math on that.
“That’s around the time I came back,” he finally says. “And we never used condoms.”
My heart is beating out of my chest as I take into consideration all the variables.
“That’s when you… when you…” I can’t say the words. They make me sick to my stomach, but he knows.
“It’s when I walked in on you with that fucker.”
“Yes,” whisper and lower my eyes in shame.
“Are you sure he actually…”
And now it is Puck’s turn to hesitate. He wants to know if me and Steve actually had sex.
“I have no idea, Puck,” I admit in defeat. “You know everything I know. When I woke up that morning, he told me that we did it, but I don’t remember anything from the night before. I felt sore, but…”
“How did he drug you?”
My brain is scrambling for all sorts of information that could help us with this disaster.
“He gave me something to drink first. Water, or so I thought. And after that, the inhaler,” I finally admit. “I was so stupid. I panicked, and when he put it in my hand, I never hesitated. I just… did it.”
“Whatever is in that, it got you hooked,” Puck informs me. “And fast. It’s highly addictive, and I get it.”
I remember him mentioning that he tried it and it helped him sleep.
“You used my inhaler?”
“I was curious what the fuck was in it. The first puff kinda chocked me,” he explains, “but the second one knocked me right out.”
“Oh my god,” I grab at his arm. “The exact same thing happened to me too!”
I stare at him, chewing at my lip and wondering how I was this stupid.
