Redemption of a Puck Slut: Part II

July 21, 2014

Dear Diary,

Cliff left a few days after collecting the DNA samples and he said he would bring them to a lab as soon as he got back to New Hampshire. That was over a week ago, and I hope to get the results back before the end of July but we’ll see. At least this time I have something to distract me, well, two things actually.

When I got back from the hospital, and we brought the twins home for the first time, there was a surprise homecoming party waiting for us. It was mostly our families and a few close friends, so it wasn’t a big party or anything, but it was nice. However, I was mostly just glad to be home.

My mom is still here. She’s moved into the guest bedroom and tirelessly gets up at night to help with the twins, and I’m very thankful for it. However, it would be nice to be alone. His parents or his sister have been here at least once a day since we got back, and I appreciate the help, but eventually Sid and I need to learn to do this on our own. He has spent every second he can with them, knowing that once the season starts he’ll be away a lot. And I’ll be at home, alone, with the two of them. Not looking forward to that as much.

With so much extra help with the twins, I have more time to focus on the wedding. One thing that has not been resolved is my dress. I have been over plans with the designer, but he hasn’t been able to start making anything because he didn’t know what size I’d be. I have until the first week of August and then he’s going to start taking measurements. I’ve been losing weight faster than I thought I would, but I guess I didn’t gain as much as I had expected to. The most noticeable change is my breasts. Breastfeeding really does make them a cup size bigger.

I wasn’t sure about breastfeeding at first, mostly because I would have to do it twice as much. Also, I read it hurt a lot. And it does, though I’m getting used to it. But again, it distracts me from not knowing who their father is.

-

Smith came by yesterday for us to sign the new, stronger, pre-nup he wrote after reading my diary. Sid was out with his parents and the twins when Smith arrived, so I had some time to read through carefully before Sid saw it. There weren’t any specific references to anything in my diary, but it strongly implied that something had happened while we were dating that might compromise the validity of our marriage.

When Sid got back I hoped he would be too tired to read the entire document, but being Sid, he had to. I did my best to periodically interrupt him so he wouldn’t be able to read it as carefully, and I think it worked. However, he still asked Smith a lot of questions about why so many new provisions had been included and basis they had for making these changes.

“Something has,” Smith looked up at me, “been brought to our attention and we feel it necessary to ensure the safety of your assets.”

“I understand that you’re trying to protect me, and I appreciate it, but why is all of this stuff about my children included?” Sid asked, starting to get irritated. “Why would they inherit my property and not my wife?”

“First of all, Mr. Crosby, she isn’t your wife,” Smith explained, again sending me a look. “Right now she is just the mother of your children.”

“Sid just sign it, we’ll be late for dinner,” I urged him, hoping he wouldn’t ask Smith for more clarification. I was also afraid of what Smith might say to him, or try to suggest.

Sid turned to look at me, “You’re okay with this? Because it basically cuts you out of everything.”

“Yeah, I read it over before you got home, and I think it looks fine. And besides, this is just if we get divorced, you can put whatever you want in your will,” I suggested, but it only drew a suspicious look from Smith.

“That’s a good point, Ms. Saxon, we will need to rewrite your will,” Smith said to Sid, who continued to stare at the document in shock.

Just then my mom entered carrying a crying Teddy, “I think he misses his papa,” she said as she tried to feed him a bottle.

Sid looked up at Teddy and smiled, “I’ll be right there little guy,” he smiled, and quickly looked through the papers one more time, and then signed it. (yes!)

Sid left with Teddy and my mom, and I sat at the desk, still staring at Smith.

“I decided to do another paternity test,” I said once the door closed completely. “I had my brother help me with it, and he has brought it to a lab back home. The results should be in soon, and I will obviously send a copy to you.”

Smith nodded, “And you will be sharing the results with Mr. Crosby too, I assume?”

“That depends, if there is anything I need to tell him or not.”

“So you will inform him if he isn’t their father?”

Smith and I had a bit of a staring competition before I replied.

“Yes.”

“Good. For once in your life you are making the right decision.”

-

I was a bit distracted during dinner that night, and everyone just assumed I was tired, which I was, and always am. I was thinking about the new pre-nup, our will’s, and Brandon.

Brandon finally got back to me the morning I left the hospital. He’d been on a trip with his brother and didn’t have cell service. He laughed when I told him I thought he wasn’t responding because he was mad at me or something.

“How could I be mad at you? I have a baby!”

“You kind of have a baby, I just wish I knew which one it was,” I responded, and told him the story of how my brother had gotten the DNA samples. “I should get the results back before August, hopefully. I guess the lab is usually staffed with a lot of grad students, and because it’s the summer there aren’t many grad students.”

“And then I’ll know which one is mine,” he asked.

“Yes, and you’ll be able to see him or her at the wedding,” I paused as a random and strange thought came to me. “You aren’t planning on, like, kidnapping it, are you?”

He laughed, “No, I’m not that crazy. Besides, he or she would be happier growing up with its sibling with two parents who are married.”

There was a knock on the door, and I knew it was one of the nurses because she was actually waiting for me to respond before entering.

“I have to go, but I’ll talk to you as soon as I find out the results,” I hung up and hid my phone.

-

I’ve sent him dozens of pictures of both of them, but it still makes me sad to think of how he must be feeling now.

I am so much more nervous for the results of this test than the last time.

But at least I have my distractions: twins, wedding, more twins.

Sincerely,

Emme

Notes

This chapter is mostly filler/fluff because I've already written the wedding chapter, and I just need to write the stuff that leads up to it.

Also, I got an idea for an Olli Maatta fic after I fell in love with him at the Olympics , but I don't think I'll have time to write it as well as these two. However, if you're interested let me know.

Feedback and suggestions are always welcome!