Page 49 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

Heck, I was the one who pushed for what happened that night.

It’s actually very simple if I think about it. I’m pregnant. The father of the child could be any one of the men. If they choose to be a part of that child’s life, that’s fine. It’s a new era, and people co-parent all the time without being together, so if we can co-parent amicably, that would be great. However, if the father doesn’t want to be involved, then that’s fine too. He can just sign away his rights, and I’ll be on my way.

We just need to handle this like mature adults, and that’s not what I’ve been doing so far. Instead, I’ve been running and lying and hiding. From what?

From myself? From the fact that I want them inside me again?

I close my eyes and lean my head back against the door, only to have it fly open, when I hear movement in my bedroom.

The bedroom door opens, and Jenna emerges wearing one of my ratty T-shirts, again.

“Jen, you’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Just sneaking into my place without warning.”

“I didn’t sneak. You gave me an extra key, remember?”

“Yeah, but calling out and letting me know you're here would be nice.” I gave Jen my house key for two reasons. One, in case I ever get locked out, and two, because for some reason, she likes to come over a lot, even when I'm not around.

I don’t know why. She has a nice penthouse right by Central Park, but for some reason, loves my cramped one-bedroom apartment in SoHo.

She throws herself on the couch. “Rough day at work?”

“Something like that,” I respond, slinging my bag onto the hook and toeing off my heels.

“You want to tell me about it? Or tell me about whatever’s been bothering you all week?” Jenna is one of the people who reads my moods easily, thanks to how long we’ve been friends. It’s too much to hope that I can lie to her for long; besides, I don’t think I want to. I’m already keeping this thing a secret from too many people. I’d like to have at least one person that I can confide in.

“We still have that Bordeaux, or did we drink it all months ago?”

Her eyebrows climb on her forehead. “That bad.”

“Yeah. That bad." I'm not going to drink any of the wine, obviously, but she might need it for what I'm about to say. "Just a glass for you, though. I have some work to do later."

She nods and hops off the couch and scurries to the kitchen.

Once we have our glasses poured–orange juice for me–we sit down, and I start from the beginning. “Okay, so you know that party I told you about that my brother was throwing? The one he insisted I come to, just to have fun and get my mind off Eric."

She makes a face. “We don’t have to say his name. But yeah, I remember."

I smile. “So at that party I met someone.”

“I knew it! I knew there was a guy involved somewhere! You were glowing."

"Actually, it's not just one guy. There were three guys, and I was with all three of them."

I hold my breath as she stares at me, waiting to see her reaction. I don't think it will be bad, and I don't think she'll judge me, but you never know.

She blinks, and then a slow smile spreads across her face. “You sly bitch.”

I laugh, and she shakes her head, slapping my thigh. “I didn’t think you had it in you! And here I was assuming that you were over here moping over that asshole, but you were getting it on with three guys instead."

"Well, I was doing some of that first one too, but then I saw them and..." I shrug. "Well, Eric was the last thing on my mind that night."

"As it should be. That stupid idiot probably didn't know what he was doing in bed anyway, and he was holding you back the whole time."

“Yeah. Anyway, I had a really great time. The men, they were hot. I mean, insanely hot, and that night with them, I don’t think I’ve come that many times in my life.”