Page 60 of Pucked and Pregnant

“We’ve got some things to take care of first,” Connor says, pushing past me, Dimitri and Aiden following.

“Okay, then. Clearly Max didn’t send you so what do you want? And make it quick. I was just about to run myself a bath.”

“They know about us.” Aiden sighs.

“Hold on, you didn’t say anything about you being an us,” Dimitri says. “How serious is this?”

“You said we were serious? When were you going to tell me that?” I demand.

“That’s not what I meant. I…”

Our voices all start overlapping in a discordant harmony as we argue. I can’t make out what anyone is saying, not even my own words.

My leg starts to shake and my ears begin to ring.

The scene causes me to flash back to mobs of reporters invading my personal space.

Am I breathing?

I think so, but I’m not entirely sure.

Is it hot in here?

It’s definitely hot in here.

Oh great. I’m sweating.

Connor lets out a shrill whistle to calm the chaos. My surprised yelp fills the resulting silence. All three of them stare at me.

I take a shaky breath. “I’m okay. Just a little overwhelmed by the noise, that’s all. All this shit that’s been going on with the press has me on edge.”

“Clearly things just got out of hand here,” Connor says. “Now, why don’t we start at the beginning?”

“That would be nice.”

Dimitri and Aiden nod in agreement.

“Yesterday at breakfast, the conversation lead to Dimitri and me finding out that you and Aiden had been intimate on a few occasions after we all spent the night together in New York. Max told us that you had stayed with Aiden for a few nights but that itwas strictly platonic, and you slept in separate rooms. You could say things got a little heated when we found out that wasn’t necessarily the case. None of us were exactly our best selves.”

“Stop mincing words, Connor. We were jealous.”

My eyes lock on Dimitri. “Jealous?”

“Of course we were jealous. Look at you. In what world would one night be enough? If all this shit with the media hadn’t happened, I was going to take you out myself,” Dimitri says with a grin.

“Like a date? Aiden and I weren’t… it wasn’t like that, it was just something that happened.”

“That’s not how he made it sound earlier.”

Aiden sighs, exasperated. “Excuse me for not picking the perfect words.”

“No, that’s on me. I’m still running on adrenaline.”

“Well, I was the one who…”

“Ok fine. You’ve kissed and made up.” Connor smirks. “Can we please get back to the point?”

“And what point might that be?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.

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