Three Pucks and a Baby

As my thirtieth birthday loomed like an impending storm I Vivian a university librarian with a penchant for passion yearned for a celebration beyond the ordinary. Even a night outside of Netflix and knitting was wild for me. But in the quirky world of college campuses fate threw me a curveball. It all began one day between the stacks when a hottie clad in hockey warm-ups approached me. Little did I know that a seemingly innocent dinner would escalate into an indecent proposal—a birthday threesome. The proposition only got wilder with the addition of a bi-curious roommate and suddenly we were grappling with the complexities of a quadsome. Or was it a quadratic-some? My post-celebration sprint of shame was Olympic-worthy. I then safely tucked away the memories of my orgasmic encounter with the hockey trio. But then enter two pink lines on a pregnancy test turning my carefree romp into a delightful mess of three irresistible studs—potential baby daddies—each vying