“Just morning sickness.”
And stress.
The doctor said stress wasn’t good for the baby.
Should I be worried?
There’s too much to think about.
“So, what do you think? Who do you want the father to be?”
I don’t think about it. I just answer. “All of them. They’re all really good guys. They’d be excellent fathers.”
“What about polyamory or whatever the kids call it these days?”
I blink at him. “You know about polyamory?”
“I'm notthatold.”
I laugh. “I don’t know about all of that. I guess I just need to talk to them.”
He pours my tea and pats my shoulder. “That’s a good start.”
“You’re taking this so much better than I expected.” I stare at him, shocked.
“I guess when you get old enough, you roll with the punches. Besides, I always wanted grandkids.”
“You’ve always been so protective.”
“And I still am.” He sips his tea. “But I know that you know what you’re doing.”
“I’m glad somebody does,” I mutter, looking down into my cup.
“I have faith in you, Livvie. I know that you’ll make the right choice.”
Make the right choice.
What if I don’t want to make a choice at all? What if I want...
God, what do I want?
“I guess I just need to think.”
My father suddenly stands up and heads to the back room, returning with a set of house keys. “Go to the cabin. Spend a couple of days. Hell, a week, if you want.”
We own a cabin about two hours away in the mountains. It’s a lovely place, and isolated. There’s no reception, so you can’t even use a cell phone.
“Oh, Dad, that’s such a good idea.” I take them from him gratefully and lean over to kiss his cheek.
The rest of tea goes by quickly, and I head out, giving my father a big hug before I do.
I send a text in the group chat:Need a few days away. I’ll be back, don’t worry.
My phone dings with notifications of them replying, but I ignore it, turning my phone completely off.
With no friends, three baby daddies, and a baby in my belly, I need some time to myself. My father was right.
I pack a small bag, glad that Dominic has left, and head to the cabin.