Redemption of a Puck Slut: Part II

July 29, 2014

Dear Diary,

I just got off the phone with Caeleigh. She will be in Russia for three more days for Geno’s 28th birthday and then she will fly to Alberta before coming here.

Why Alberta? Because that’s where Brandon is.

I think something might have gone wrong with the paternity test. The only explanation is that the DNA sample we collected was not good enough, or they tested it wrong. Sid was not a match for either Teddy or Annie. However, Teddy and Annie both matched each other enough to show that they had one parent in common (me) but not both. So at least I now know Brandon is definitely not the father of both of them.

This time I have decided to get the testing done right. I did not know this, but Caeleigh got halfway through nursing school before dropping out. So I trust her to be able to get the DNA samples properly. It was actually her idea to get Brandon’s DNA tested again, instead of just Sid’s, that way if something went wrong again it would at least show which one Brandon was the father of.

When I got the results from Cliff I was shocked. He said he double checked with the lab to make sure everything was right, but there were no matches for Sid. He said it was probably his fault for not getting a good enough sample, (Sid was sleeping after all).

Right after I read Cliff’s email about the results (I had told him not to mail them here) Sid came in and wanted to talk about the wedding. I could not concentrate on what he was saying, but he wanted to tell me he had finally picked a song for our first dance.

“ It’s ‘Danny’s Song’ by Loggins and Messina,” he said, not aware that I was not paying attention. “Do you want to hear it?”

I nodded, even though I didn’t know what he had asked, and he got his phone out to play it. He sat next to me with his arm around me the whole song, and I tried really hard to pay attention, but I couldn’t.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

I looked up at him, unaware that the song had even ended. “Yeah, it’s great,” I smiled.

“The lyrics made me think of us, I’m glad you like it,” he leaned over and kissed me.

(Lyrics? There were words in that song? I’ll have to listen to it again later when I’m not so distracted.)

I spent the rest of the day alone thinking about the latest results. How could it have come back inconclusive? There really is no other option than that, right?

It’s only a mistake. That’s my new mantra until I can get another test done.

Sincerely,

Emme

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August 3, 2014

Dear Diary,

Caeleigh got in from Alberta (Russia, if Sid asks) yesterday. She was so excited to see the twins, and insisted we dress them up in their matching Pen’s onesies. She took pictures and sent them to ‘uncle’ Geno (as she called him when talking to the twins).

“So does that make you Aunt Caeleigh?” I asked her.

“Of course it does, why wouldn’t I be?” she said as she turned off the baby monitor. “Watch the door to make sure no one’s coming, I’m going to try to get their DNA samples now.”

I closed the door and sat down in the rocking chair I had spent many hours rocking the twins in. It was in front of a window that looked out over Sid’s yard and the lake.

I had started to fall asleep and jumped when Caeleigh started talking to me. “I’m going to need your help getting Sid’s DNA.”

“Oh really? Are we going to drug him?” I asked jokingly.

She rolled her eyes but smiled, “No, actually it’s a little easier than that.”

“Are we just going to ask him?”

“No, um,” she paused and bit her lip. “I think it would be easiest to get his DNA from… you.”

“What?” I don’t have his DNA….

“From his semen,” I could tell she was trying not to laugh at my confused face. “It has lots of DNA in it, so there’s no way we could mess up this time.”

“But…” I thought about it for a minute before I got what she was saying. “You mean I have to have sex with him?”

“Yes! Or, you know, whatever,” she replied, “Do you guys not have sex?”

“Not recently we haven’t, but I guess we could,” I tried to remember when we’d last had sex. It was a while ago.

She handed me a tube that looked like the ones Cliff had found in the hospital, “Just get some of it on the cotton swab in here and then seal it.”

I slowly took it from her and questioningly looked at it, “and how am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know Em, use your imagination,” she replied sarcastically and went back to taking cute pictures of the twins.

“Do you think you could help me with this?” I asked, and she laughed.

“You need help having sex with your fiancé?”

“Well, no, but I need to get rid of my mom.”

“No problem. She and the twins and I will go out for a picnic or something this afternoon.”

Now I just had to remember how to have sex.

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I was actually pretty nervous about this. I’ve been kind of… off lately. Not just because of the twins, but I feel like I don’t even want to have sex. It’s the complete opposite from how I was feeling last fall when I couldn’t leave Brandon alone (as well as a few others…).

“So, we’re alone. That’s strange,” I joked with Sid after Caels and my mom left with the twins.

“Yeah, it’s so quiet.”

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked, trying to sound suggestive.

“I don’t know, I was thinking of fixing that light by the-”

I cut him off by kissing him, very suddenly and a bit more forcefully than I had intended.

I pulled my head away slowly and a smile started to form at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, you meant it like that,” he said with his cute crooked grin.

I nodded, and I started to remember what was supposed to happen, though I still wasn’t feeling ‘it.’

He picked me up and carried me to our room. I tried to be sexy and get into it, but I kept thinking about how I was kind of tricking him into getting his DNA. After we finished, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I had hidden the plastic tube Caeleigh had given me in there. As I collected the DNA sample, I couldn’t help thinking that it reminded me of getting a pap smear (something I also hate doing). I put it back in the tube and sealed it like the instructions said to, and hid it under the sink again. When I came out to get back in bed with Sid he was asleep, so I quietly got dressed and moved the tube somewhere safe. I didn’t know where to put it, so I stuck it in Caeleigh’s suitcase. I know Sid won’t look there.

-

I somehow slept better last night knowing that once this test got back I would know for sure which baby belonged to whom. This morning Caeleigh took the four DNA samples to a lab in Halifax and made sure no one knew who she was or whose DNA samples she was having tested.

She spent the rest of the day telling me about her time in Russia and Geno and his family and asking me questions about the wedding. I’m glad she’s here, because I’m going to need a distraction from waiting for the results. (You’d think I’d be good at that by now…)

Third time’s the charm, right?

It’d better be.

Sincerely,

Emme

Notes

So, 'Danny's Song' was one of my inspirations behind writing this story, and if you haven't heard it you should listen to it, you'll see what I mean.

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