Page 68 of Feasting on Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies)

“Better than okay,” she responded. “It’s a dream come true.”

Patrick settled down after that, and we were able to enjoy our meal. I was thrilled that he seemed to come to some resolution, and that he was going to let me make my own decision about the men I dated. I didn’t bring up the pregnancy issue with him. That would wait until I was certain.

Meara hadn’t started a family yet and gave no indication that she was planning to. I didn’t know if she was using birth control, and it wasn’t the right time to ask. Maybe after my doctor’s appointment, I could circle back and talk to her about that. I knew she had a friend who was making it work with a different trio of guys. Maybe Meara could put me in touch with that woman who could give me some pointers about having multiple fathers for her baby.

I skipped the wine, but thankfully, no one noticed. It was too early in the day for anyone to be expected to drink. Besides, there was enough going on that a simple omission on my part wasn’t a big deal. Patrick agreed to answer my texts from then on, and when he dropped me back at my apartment, we hugged.

“I’m glad I got to meet your friends,” he said amiably.

“Me too,” I replied. “I’m glad we can put this whole conflict behind us.”

“Promise me that you’ll tell me if any of them ever breaks your heart,” he commanded.

“Why, so you can rough them up?”

“I just want to make sure you’re happy,” he replied.

“I am happy,” I said. “And thank you for recognizing that.”

“You’re one in a million, sis,” he said with a smile.

He left me on the curb and drove off to his next encounter. I texted the guys to let them know that Pat and I were reconciled. They all responded positively, leaving me with the rest of the day to enjoy in peace.

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