The Diary of an Unintentional Puck Slut

March 31, 2014

Dear Diary,

Where do I begin?

This has been a very exciting week. Very interesting.

Once I got to know Eric better, my first impression of him was that he had a thing for pregnant woman. He started by telling me about how hot he thought his wife had been when she was pregnant.

But then he asked if he could feel it, my baby bump. I thought, why not? So I put his hand on my stomach.

“No, not like that,” he said pushing my shirt up to expose my skin. He rolled the top of my skirt down pretty low so he could see the whole thing and gently rubbed it. “Wow, twins….” He seemed deep in thought.

The next day when I was watching the Cane’s ice girls practice (I don’t skate anymore, ‘too dangerous’ for my health or something lame, but I yell at them from the sidelines), he sat down beside me on the bench.

“You look really hot when you’re mad,” he whispered into my ear, trying to be discrete.

“I’m not mad, they just suck at skating.” I tried to rebuff his advances, but he was starting to turn me on.

After Eric left, Jordan skated over to me and leaned on the boards in front of the bench.

“Was he just telling you how hot you look when you’re mad?” He asked with a smirk. “Because you look even hotter now.”

“Wow, is that how you guys met your wives?” I asked sarcastically, but also to remind him that they were both married and should not be flirting with me.

He rolled his eyes, “But seriously, with that,” he said pointing to my stomach, “plus your grouchy face, and the fact that you’re not quite sure who the father/fathers of your babies is? That is really sexy.” (I guess Jeff couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but how could I be mad at him? He’s so cute!)

“How the hell is that sexy?” I felt whatever the opposite of sexy is.

“It just shows that you know how to have fun, and aren’t afraid to be a little adventurous.” He said with a wink.

“Are you somehow trying to talk me into a threesome with Eric?” I asked, “Why do I feel like that is where all of this is going. If you are my answer is no. I don’t do threesomes any more, and especially not with brothers.”

“Woah, wait, first of all, that’s gross, I would never have a threesome with my own brother no matter how hot the girl is. But wait, you had a threesome?” He asked climbing over to sit next to me on the bench. “With Sid or Brandon? Or both?!”

“Umm,” I said embarrassed, “Neither actually. James Neal.” I looked down, feeling guilty.

“Nealer? Wait, is he also-” he pointed to my stomach.

“No, this was after that happened, and he didn’t, um, finish with me.” I felt so awkward talking about this.

“So you and another girl like, kissed or something?” Jordan seemed very interested in the details of my ménage a trios.

“Well, a little, but we’re just friends. And we were pretty high, and they were drunk.” I shook my head remembering how crazy that night was.

Jordan was staring at me with an amused expression. “Wow, don’t tell Eric that because that might actually push him over the edge.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, you live with him, with his wife, and his kids. He’s trying so hard not to be sexually attracted to you, and you’re not making it easy for him,” As Jordan explained this, some of Eric’s behavior started to make sense.

“I don’t have to stay with him, but I shouldn’t be living alone right now and Eric and his wife suggested I stay with them,” I thought about how lucky I was to have his wife around, she was really helpful and came to the doctor with me and stuff. “But that’s probably because I slept with him in Pittsburgh.”

“What?” Jordan was shocked. “How did I not know this?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you knew,” I felt kind of bad for telling him.

“What happened?”

“It was in November, when you guys came up to Pittsburgh. Suttsy invited him over for dinner. I came over because I was horny, and Sid doesn’t have sex unless they win a game, so I was going to sleep with Brandon, but Eric was there. So I slept with him instead. And there was cake, somehow that was part of it,” I looked down at my hands in my lap as I finished my story, realizing how much of a whore I am.

Jordan thought about this for a moment and then looked back at me, “that makes sense. His behavior was a little off that game. I didn’t realize he had already banged you. That makes me feel kind of awkward now.”

“Why?” I said laughing, Jordan looked so cute when he was awkward.

“Well… I was maybe going to,” He paused, “try to, you know, and now I can’t because that’d be weird.”

“Why would that be weird?” I looked up at him. He had taken his helmet off and his hair was sticking up at angles, and his bright blue eyes looked back at me. “You look like a Nordic sex god. Why would I not want to have sex with you?”

Jordan blushed, but I continued talking. “We would make gorgeous babies.”

“That’s not something you should say when you’re talking to a guy about having sex with him,” he replied.

“Yeah, but I’m already pregnant, so you can’t get me more pregnant.” It’s too bad though. I thought about how neither of these babies were likely to be blonde like me. They might have blue eyes. But with Jordan (or any of the Staals) they would definitely be blonde. Or ginger.

Fifteen minutes later I was on my back in the empty training room. Jordan had Eric watch the door for us. Eric reminded Jordan that he needed to be ‘extra gentle with me.’

Despite being extra gentle, it was still amazing. Yup, Nordic god of sex.

Lying next to me, catching his breath, Jordan asked, “Wait, Sid only has sex if they win?” He asked with a laugh.

“Yeah, it became one of his superstitions when I moved in with him. I think I kind of started it though,” I sighed, “But they’ve been winning since I left, so I’m not so sure about the validity of that superstition.”

Jordan laughed and helped me up. “I’ve never had sex in a hockey arena before.”

I smiled sheepishly, “I’ve never had sex in this arena,” I said looking up at him. “I really shouldn’t tell you any more than that,” I added laughing.

“Also, I think we played the Pens in October, not November,” Jordan said checking the schedule on the wall. “October 8th, they beat us 5-2.”

I immediately realized what that meant. My legs felt wobbly and my head was spinning. October 8th was within the range of dates I could have gotten pregnant.

“Are you okay?” Jordan rushed over to me as I started to stumble. “Is it the babies? We shouldn’t done that.” He looked really ashamed.

“No, it’s Eric,” I couldn’t say more than that. My brain was not making coherent thoughts.

“What?” Jordan was confused.

“It’s Eric!” I said pointing to my stomach. “No, no no no!” I repeated as I curled up in a ball at his feet.

Jordan’s face got pale as he figured out what I meant. “I think you need to talk with Eric.”
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Eric was able to skip practice that day and he took me home. His wife and their kids were visiting her parents for the week, so we were alone. After I stopped crying, I simply mumbled incoherent apologies for being such a slut.

He rubbed my back and patiently listened to me babble. He wasn’t as upset as I thought he would be, and I realized it was because he had already figured it out.

When I asked him about it he just nodded. “That’s why I wanted you to stay with me, so I could look out for you.”

“Why are you not more mad at me?” He looked so calm, although he always looked angry, I don’t think he was. Actually, he looked really tired, like he had accepted his fate.

“I don’t know,” he said shaking his head, “I should be freaking out, but the more I think about it the less horrible it seems.”

“How is this not horrible? At least with Sid, he’s my boyfriend (kind of), and Sutter is single, but it would be awkward to explain. But you are married, and you have children; how the hell would you explain that to them? ‘Hey kids, you have another sibling (or siblings), but its mommy isn’t your mommy because daddy slept with a puck bunny.’ No, this is very horrible!” It was making me mad how calm he seemed.

“No, it wouldn’t be like that,” he sighed and looked at me, “They would have to live with you and I would visit I guess. If you stayed here it would be a lot easier, but if you went back to Pittsburgh with Sid I would still want to see them.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, of course I’d want to see my own children. That is if they end up being mine.”

“I should really get a paternity test,” I said leaning my head on his shoulder.

“It’s kind of an invasive procedure, I looked into it,” he said looking down at me. “But it’s up to you.”

“I would rather wait until they’re born but now I’m thinking it would be a good idea to do it sooner.” I looked up into his eyes, “You have brown eyes; I always thought they were blue.” I smiled, realizing how stupid and untimely that comment was.

“Why, because you have pretty blue eyes?” he asked, tracing my eyebrow and cheekbone with his index finger.

“No, I just noticed Jordan has blue eyes today, so I assumed you all did,” I blushed and put my head back on his shoulder.

He laughed a little, “We’re not just four copies of the same person.”

I looked back up at him with a smirk.

We watched a movie and then went to bed. I insisted he sleep with me so I wouldn’t get lonely, and I think he didn’t want to be alone.

It was nice to sleep in the same bed as someone.

I had forgotten how nice it was to have a pair of warm arms around me at night.

-

We watched the Pens-Blackhawks game together the next day.

It was very exciting. Before the first faceoff of the third period, Tazer and Sid got into a fight. It was pretty hot seeing them fight. Especially because it started when Jon called me a whore. Seeing Sid fight for me, even though he knew it was probably true, made me realize how much he still cared for me.

However, at the same time it also turned me on.

I went to bed tonight thinking about the two of them fighting.

Probably not the best thing to think about before going to sleep.

Sincerely,

Emme

Notes

Feedback and suggestions are welcome.

And I need baby names! For both the boy and the girl, if you have any suggestions.

Thank you!