Redemption of a Puck Slut: Part II

August 21, 2014

Dear Diary,

Sid and I just got to the villa we’re staying at in Italy last night. This morning we had breakfast outside in the sun and then Sid left to play golf, even though he felt bad about leaving me alone on our honeymoon. I told him I would get bored watching him play golf and would rather stay here. Besides, it’s a nice day and I want to get a tan.

We flew to Paris the morning after our wedding and had dinner on top of the Eifel Tower that night. It was so beautiful and romantic getting to sit on top of Paris and drink expensive French wine with my husband. (My husband! That’s so weird!)

We did a lot of touristy stuff in Paris the next day and took so many pictures. We went to the Louvre the day after and then on our last day we visited Versailles.

Not one person has asked him for an autograph or to have their picture taken with him, or even noticed him really. That was one reason I wanted to go to France for our honeymoon because nobody there knows/cares who he is and I wanted us to be normal.

So far I have had a fantastic time, except it has been slightly marred by the fact that I still don’t know who Teddy’s father is. And that it isn’t Sid.

He thinks I’m just anxious because we’re apart from the twins for the first time, which is true as well, but it’s more than that.

I have been trying to ignore it and tell myself that it doesn’t matter and Smith will take care of it. He has my diary and will hopefully be able to find out who it is.

If not… I’m not really sure what I’ll do.

But for now I need to put those thoughts aside and try to enjoy this. We’re going to a vineyard when Sid returns, I’m very excited about that.

We will have two more days in Italy then we fly to London! I have wanted to visit England for a long time, so this is a bit of a dream come true for me. We’re going to see a play in the West End and then we’re going to ride the London Eye and a bunch of other stuff.

I never thought Sid would like all of this touristy stuff, taking pictures and going to museums, but he seems to be enjoying it as much as I am.

I can tell he misses the twins, though, and I do too, but I feel like we needed this; some time for us before the season starts.

We’ll be going straight back to Pittsburgh after London. As a ‘wedding present’ Caeleigh, Geno, Flower, and a bunch of the team who were at the wedding offered to help us bring our stuff back to Pittsburgh from Halifax, including all the baby stuff. It’s actually the nicest thing they could have done for us, because now I don’t need to worry about packing, or traveling with the twins. Caeleigh and Geno have taken on that task, and I trust them, but I’m still worried.

I’m sure everything will be fine, I just need to stop worrying about it and try to enjoy my honeymoon.

Sincerely,

Emme

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August 28, 2014

Dear Diary,

London was so much fun! I don’t think Sid enjoys the theatre as much as I do, but he still came along with me tried to look like he was interested.

And, I did not know this, but there are Penguins fan’s in London. I didn’t even now Britt’s liked hockey.

We discovered this in the London Eye when we were put in a compartment with someone who recognized him, so he spent the rest of the ride signing stuff for them and taking pictures with fans. I, however, was mesmerized by the view of London and didn’t pay much attention to this.

I was sad to leave England, and told Sid we’d have to come back someday.

“Yeah, and we can bring the twins here sometime when they’re older,” he said as I fell asleep next to him on the plane.

On the long flight back to Pittsburgh I dreamed of us taking the twins on vacation to the beach, and Disney World, and up to New Hampshire to visit their Nana and swim in the lake I used to when I was little.

When the plane landed I had a smile on my face that lasted all the way back to Sid’s house where we were met by the twins and a tired Caeleigh and Geno.

“Did you have fun with Uncle Geno?” I asked Teddy as Geno carefully handed him to me.

“They were fun, but not two, one is better,” Geno replied and glanced at Caels, who in turn shot a look at me.

“Can you come here?” She asked me and we left the boys to talk about whatever, boy stuff.

“Geno has gone baby crazy!” She whispered, still holding Annie. “I thought after dealing with two babies for a week he would get over it, but it’s only made it worse.”

“And you don’t want to have a baby?”

“Not right now, I’m only 23 and I’m not ready for that. I told him that, but he says ‘You be great mother, we make babies’ but I don’t want to make babies.”

“Caeleigh, as long as you’re on the pill he can’t try to get you pregnant against your will.”

“You got pregnant on the pill!”

I rolled my eyes, “That’s different, that was special crazy birth control. I wonder what happened to my old doctor…”

“That reminds me, this came for you,” she shifted Annie to hold her with one arm and pulled a crumpled envelope out of her pocket.

I set Teddy in my lap and took the envelope; it was from Smith. Caeleigh sat down next to me and looked over my shoulder as I read the letter.

“They don’t know,” I whispered as I read it over again. “The one person it might have been apparently had a vasectomy over a year ago, so it’s probably not him.”

“Who was that?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you?” I looked up at her, starting to feel guilty again. “Eric Staal.”

“What?! Emmeline Diana Crosby-Saxon or whatever your last name is now! When did this happen?”

“When the Canes played us he visited Brandon and I ended up sleeping with Eric. I had completely forgotten about it until now. That was a crazy night,” I was starting to remember how it had all started.

“What does it say on the back?” Caeleigh interrupted my thoughts and I turned it over, not realizing there was more.

“That’s odd, they said it looked like a page had been torn out of my diary from September or early October. I don’t remember removing any pages, but it might have fallen out.”

I shrugged and tucked the letter away. The last thing I needed was for Sid to find it.

After Caeleigh and Geno left I reread the letter. I can’t believe I forgot about Eric; what else was I forgetting?

As I unpacked our stuff and got things back to where they used to be over the last few days I have tried to think of how a page could have fallen out of my diary, and where it could be.

I also tried to remember who I might have slept with but forgotten about. Was I really that much of a whore that I could sleep with a guy (or two apparently) and forget about it?

This year has been crazy.

Now I want to know what that missing page said. Or where it might have gone, that’s what I’m more concerned with.

Sincerely,

Emme

P.S.: Maybe it’s with my old school notebooks? I don’t remember where those are but I will find them. There has to be some kind of clue.

Notes

Plot twist!

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