Redemption of a Puck Slut: Part II

June 10, 2014

Dear Diary,

With so many little decisions to make for the wedding, such as flowers and color themes, I forgot something major.

Sid brought it up, and he was sure to be extra careful so I wouldn’t get upset (probably because I’ve been crying a lot lately, and he thinks it’s because I’m pregnant) (But it’s not) (Though that’s probably part of it).

I was sitting in his back yard by the lake and he sat down next to me. He kept looking at me like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t.

“It’s very nice out here, what lake is this again?” I asked.

“Grand Lake,” he replied looking over the calm waters.

It was quiet for a few minutes before he worked up the courage to ask me whatever it was he had on his mind.

“Emme, this is kind of a hard topic to bring up with you right now,” he said turning to face me, taking my hands in his, “But it’s something you should think about.”

“Okay,” I responded, trying to let him know I wasn’t about to burst out in tears.

“Have you thought about who is going to walk you down the aisle?” He had a hesitant look on his face, like he knew I was probably going to cry, or get mad at him for bringing up the fact that my dad was dead. (again).

I sighed, that was something I probably would cry over. “No, actually that hadn’t occurred to me.”

“I know we still have two months, but I just wanted to know if you had any thoughts on it. Like, are you thinking of walking alone, unescorted? It’s fine if you are, I understand you’re an independent woman and-”

“Sid,” I cut him off and laughed, “I’ll just have my brother do it.”

He sighed and looked very relived, like he had prepared to spend the next hour or so picking up all the pieces.

I was surprisingly calm, maybe it was the lake and Sid’s careful demeanor, but I was not phased at all by the fact that my father would not be able to walk me down the aisle. I supposed it helped that I was never the kind of girl who dreamed of having a fairytale wedding, or any kind of wedding at all. I always assumed that it would happen if it happened, and if not? Meh. I never liked being the center of attention anyway, and it’s kind of hard to not be that at your own wedding.

“I have another hard subject to bring up, since the last one went so well,” he smiled, and the setting sun reflected in his warm brown eyes.

“Is this about the cake? Because I still haven’t decided which one I like. I think I need to try them all again,” I replied with a smile.

“No, but that is something else we have to decide,” he laughed, and then got more serious. “We need a song for our first dance.”

Oh. That was a hard decision. “You can choose it, I feel like I’ve picked every other tiny detail and I don’t want you to feel left out.”

“Oh, thanks,” he laughed, “stick me with one of the hardest choices.”

I smiled, “You don’t think picking flowers for the reception centerpiece’s was hard?”

“I’m sure it was,” he responded, not quite sure if I was joking and didn’t want to hurt my feelings. “How about I pick out a couple of songs, and then we can decide which one is best?”

“Sure, if you want to,” I replied, still smiling so he knew I was okay.

“Alright. I’m going to go start on dinner, are you still obsessed with mushrooms?”

“Yes, particularly portabella mushrooms.”

“Excellent, I think you’re going to like what I’m making tonight,” he smiled and headed back to the house.

I sat near the water for another half hour until he came out to get me for dinner.

Dinner was fantastic by the way, I don’t know why Sid doesn’t cook more often.
(it might be because he’s always busy playing hockey)

-

His sister will be visiting us in a few days once she gets out of school. I’m looking forward to seeing her again. We talked a lot when I visited his family at Christmas, and it’s kind of scary how much she and Sid are alike. I think she and I are going to be good friends.

That is if I can keep my mouth shut about Sid not being the father of one of our children.

I had to talk to Brandon one last time before leaving for Canada. I had to pick up Pancake to bring her to her new home. (We found someone to take care of her, a friend of Caeleigh’s)

It was awkward. I tried not to stay too long, so I wouldn’t get sad again.

He confirmed that he was going to the Flyers and I again joked that we’d have to hate him.

Before I left I told him I was probably going to get a second paternity test after the twins were born so we would know which one was his and which was Sid’s.

This made us both sad, so I left.

Hopefully he meets a nice girl in Philly.

Pancake wasn’t looking too good, I hope she’s still around when we get back to Pittsburgh! : (

-

Sid says his lawyers want us to sign a prenup, mostly because he has a lot of money and assets, but it would also state what we considered grounds for divorce.

He tried to tell me he didn’t want to do it but they were making him, but Sid’s logical enough to know we would be stupid not to.

And I agree, especially given our circumstances. I could easily divorce him and take all of his money and our kids and run off somewhere, so I want to make sure he knows that isn’t my intention.

I kind of want to talk to his lawyers on my own, without him around, so I can ask about stuff I don’t want him to know. Like, what happens if he finds out one of our kids isn’t his? I don’t really know how to bring that up without being obvious.

Maybe I’ll do some research tonight before we see them in a few days.

I don’t know, I feel like lawyers are always confusing, no matter how much you pay them.

Sincerely,

Emme


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June 12, 2014

Dear Diary,

Sid’s lawyers arrived at his (our?) house around 10 this morning and stayed until dinner trying to get everything sorted out.

I was very nervous about talking with them, and Sid thought that I was just mad that I had to do it. I tried to tell him it was actually really smart of us to figure out that kind of thing, but I didn’t want to seem to obvious.

“Nice to meet you Ms. Saxon, my assistant David and I have been working with Mr. Crosby for several years now, and we are so happy to hear he has found someone,” he smiled and introduced himself (not sure if Smith is his first or last name, but it’s the only name he gave) and we sat down in the office.

After deciding all of the tedious financial stuff and whether or not Sid’s assets would become mine as well once we got married, we got into the part about divorce, the part I had been dreading.

“Most people commonly list things such as an affair as grounds for divorce,” Smith suggested, “however it’s up to you to decide.”

“What would qualify as an affair?” I asked, and Sid looked over at me, surprised that I had said something. (or maybe surprised at what I’d said?)

“That’s really up to you, but it could be anything from a one night stand to a long term relationship, but you would have to be able to prove it in court,” Smith explained.

“So this would be if something happened after we were married?” Again, my question garnered a look of surprise from Sid.

“Perhaps, unless this relationship started before you got married and continued after your marriage, then it might be affected by the prenuptial agreement, but that would also be up to you.”

“This isn’t a problem, we don’t really need to talk about this,” Sid leaned closer and put his hand on mine.

“But what if you discover that I got pregnant so you would marry me, and then plan on divorcing you for your money? And what if these aren’t even your children and I wanted to trick you into getting married?” I turned to him, pulling my hand away from his.

He looked startled, but smiled, “I know you’re not like that, besides why would you be telling me this if you planned on doing that?”

“I just want to make sure that nobody-” I looked at his lawyers “-questions my motives. Given our circumstances, I wanted to put it on paper that I am not going to do that, or anything else like it.”

“Ms. Saxon, I appreciate that you are concerned about this because I wanted to bring that up,” Smith suddenly looked more serious. “Given the unusual circumstances of your pregnancy and the fact that you and Mr. Crosby were not technically ‘together’ when you conceived, we recommend you get a paternity test after the twins are born before we decided how to divide your assets up among your children.”

Sid looked shocked, “why would you even suggest that? And how could you say that in front of my pregnant fiancée?”

“I am sorry for upsetting you, but it’s something we need to consider,” Smith looked through a few papers, and David handed him something in an envelope.

I felt myself turn pale and my heart began racing. Did they know? I couldn’t agree to the paternity test, because I knew it would not come back in Sid’s favor. But if I refused, then it would look like I had something to hide.

As he opened the envelope I felt my palms start to sweat. It looked a lot like the envelope Brandon had gotten the paternity test results in, (but a lot of envelopes looked like that.)

“No, this is ridiculous, I don’t think we need to talk about this,” Sid sounded angry now, and Smith stopped opening the envelope.

“Of course Mr. Crosby,” Smith replied as he gave the envelope back to David.

We moved on to another boring topic, but my heart would not stop racing. I excused myself, claiming I had a headache, and went up stairs to lie down.

What was in that envelope? It could have been anything, but what if they knew? And if they did know, why hadn’t they told Sid? Maybe that was what they were talking about now?

But then I got an idea.

I went downstairs and waited until they looked like they were almost done.

“Oh, were you leaving soon? I wanted to ask you a question,” I said sitting down in front of them. Sid started to sit down again, but I turned to him, “You don’t have to stay, I’ll be fine. And don’t you have to pick your sister up from the airport?”

He looked at his watch, “Is it that late already? Yeah, I should probably get going.”

After he left, I smiled at Smith and David. “I want to hire you.”

“Why? We already work for Mr. Crosby, and by proxy, for you.”

“No, I need to you to do something for me, without him knowing. Lawyer client confidentiality, that means you can’t tell him anything I tell you as long as you’re my lawyer, right?” I asked, proud that I had remembered something from the law class I had taken at university.

Smith swallowed and looked at me hard, “Yes, that is true.”

“Excellent,” I smiled, and after we sorted out some paper work, I got right into things. “I have some ‘evidence’ I don’t want Sid ever knowing about, but I think you should probably be aware of.”

“Oh? ‘Evidence,’ like, from a crime scene?” Smith raised his eyebrows.

“No,” I slid my old diary across the table to him. “This covers everything from when I first moved to Pittsburgh up until two days ago.”

Smith and David were both surprised and didn’t know what to do with it. “You want us to read it?”

“And protect anything from getting out. I think you’ll be able to tell what I want kept secret.”

They flipped through a few pages, and were immediately shocked.

“Okay Ms. Saxon, we will take care of this,” Smith looked up at me, though he didn’t look very enthusiastic about it.

-

I genuinely feel much better about everything now. Not just the stuff with Brandon, but with everything that happened with Beau and James and everything else. I had thought of talking to a lawyer after I found out what happened with Carli, but I didn’t know if a lawyer could do anything.

Hopefully this will help, if not, it can’t make things worse, right? (Right?!?!)

Sid and Taylor will be here soon, so I’m going to start dinner.

I really hope I didn’t just screw things up even more.

Sincerely,

Emme

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