Page 56 of Accidental Theirs
“It’s true.” My cheeks are scorching hot. “Dominic, Damien, and Sebastian.”
“Jesus Christ.” He sits down across from me, next to Marie.
I’m lounging on the couch, and they’re on the loveseat.
His eyes are wide and focused on me. “What are you going to do?”
I half-groan, half-laugh and rub my hands across my face. “I have no idea. I should be freaking out, but... I guess I’m just numb.”
Marie’s eyes are wide open. “You're keeping the baby?”
I rub my stomach, smiling down at it. “I think... I think so. I’m ready to be a mother.”
“But is the father ready to be a father?” Roland points out, and I sigh.
“I have no way of knowing whose it is.”
Marie shrugs. “You can do a paternity test. We can talk to the doctor about it on Friday.”
I nod slowly. “I guess I’ll wait to tell them until I see the doctor.”
“You’re going to tell them? All of them?” Roland looks at me like I’m nuts.
“Ihaveto tell them. They’ll figure it out anyway, once I start to show. God, what am I going to do?” Suddenly, it hits me, and it seems like I can barely breathe, my throat closing up into a little pinhole.
“You’re okay.” Roland puts his hand on my thigh. “We’ll be here for you, Olivia.”
Marie comes over to the couch to put her arms around me and sit next to me. “We will.”
I lean against her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”
“Perish,” Roland pipes up in a chirp and it makes me laugh out loud.
Marie squeezes my shoulders a bit. “So, tell us. Which of them do you think would make the best father?”
I think about it for a long moment.
“I don’t know. Certainly, not Sebastian. He’s kind of a playboy, really. And Damien is just so serious, I don’t know if I can imagine him as a father.”
“And Dominic?" Marie smirks, knowing that I’ve talked about having kids with him before.
I sigh heavily. “Dominic would be a great dad. But that doesn’t mean that he wants to be one.”
Roland holds my hand. “Well, he wants you back. So, he’d probably be a lot more receptive than the others.”
Marie looks between us. “So, maybe you should hope it’s Dominic’s.”
Roland shakes his head. “Not necessarily.”
I look back and forth between my two best friends like I’m watching a tennis match.
I groan, lying down on the couch and covering my face with my hands. “You guys are not helping.”
Marie comes over and sits with my head in her lap, starting to pet my hair.
Roland hums. “You could feel them out. Spend some more time with each of them, see who would be receptive or not.”
“And what if the fatherisn’treceptive?”
