Page 20 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

“You’re welcome. Congratulations.”

“Sure." I’m not sure what she’s congratulating me for. It’s not like I achieved anything major. I was just dumb enough to sleep with someone without a condom.

Except with the three strangers, we used a condom the entire night.

Didn't we?

At some point there, I lost track of myself, but I distinctly remember the sound of ripping and the plastic sensation over the ridged cocks as they slid into me, splitting me apart at the seams.

A moan tears itself out of my throat even as I regain awareness. God, I shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. It’s those types of thoughts that got me in trouble in the first place.

I’m pregnant.

The condom could have burst at some point, and I wouldn’t be able to tell. Usually, I didn’t use condoms with Eric because I don’t like the sensation, and we trusted each other enough to go bare. Stupid mistake trusting him, considering he was cheating on me the entire time, but whatever.

It would be just my luck that the one time I do use a condom, it breaks.

It really could be anyone's baby at this point.

I guess I'll find out for sure tomorrow.

The night stretches, and I can barely sleep. Heavy eye bags sit underneath my eyes the next morning, and I cover them up with concealer before I head to work.

Luckily, my brother's out for the morning, and I leave around mid-afternoon to head to the doctor's office. My nerves are bouncing around my skin now.

"Okay," the doctor says as he leans back in his seat, analyzing the results before him. I’m gripping the handle of my bag tightly in my hands, my stomach doing jumping jacks as I wait for his verdict.

“Looking at the results here, it appears you’re about four weeks pregnant.”

An audible sigh of relief leaves my mouth, and my body sags so dramatically that the doctor smirks. "I’m guessing that’s a more favorable fatherhood option for you?’

“Yes. Much.” I had all night to think about it, and even knowing nothing about them, I would much rather the pregnancy be attributed to the three strangers than my scheming ex.

I mean…they may be a lot of things, but that night, they certainly helped me awaken parts of me I didn’t know I had. They were patient and kind and loving, and yes, I know it’s just sex, but I truly believe sex can show a lot about someone's personality.

Plus, a selfish thought hits me,I could just not tell them.

It’s a big city, and I may never run into them again.

I doubt they ever thought I would get pregnant; otherwise, they wouldn't be as fastidious about using condoms.

Still, it's probably right for me to tell them.

Right?

I go home, my mind still reeling from everything I just discovered. When I slot my key into the door, and it doesn't turn, I frown.

I try to handle the door opening. Someone's already in my house.

Eric?

What would he be doing here? Does he know about the pregnancy? Now I'm even more relieved that he's not the father, so I can kick him out happily.

I don't stop for a second to think about how irrational it would be for Eric to have figured out that I'm pregnant when I haven't told anyone yet. It's not like the doctor knows who he is, either, unless they do. Unless the doctor told him.

I'll sue him if he did. "Eric?"

"Ugh, don't tell me you're still thinking about that asshole."