When everything calmed down, we finally got around to eating dinner. I had to warm it up because it was cold now. Then fall into bed, all of us emotionally exhausted from the day. The girls are passed out next to me, and my mind is racing, keeping me wide awake.
I wonder what the laws are in California about being married to two women? I wonder if, legally, I can only marry one. Will someone do a ceremony for the three of us? I won't marry just one.
I pull out my phone and text the only person I know who will be willing to marry me to my woman.
Me: Hey, can you be my wedding officiant?
Xander: dude, you are seriously fucking texting me this at 2 am?
Me: Yes, I can't sleep. I need to marry these girls right now.
Xander: Yeah, I can. But talk to me about it when I am actually awake.
Me: Cool, thanks, bro.
Well, that's taken care of. Now to find the rings and ask them.
I finally fall asleep at around four in the fucking morning. My alarm starts to blare in my ear at six for work. Ugh, today is going to be a long day.
I get up out of bed and put on my uniform, grab my boots, and head downstairs. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Olivia is already awake, sitting at the table, drinking some Orange Juice and eating some toast.
I walk up behind her and kiss her on her head.
"How did you sleep, Azúcar?"
"I slept really good. I swear, I was more tired than I have ever been in my life," She yawns.
"It's probably the pregnancy, babe. Make sure you get an appointment for the baby and let me know so I can get work off."
"Yeah! Me too." Rachel yawns from behind me, wrapping me in a hug.
"You guys want to come with me to the doctors?" The look of pure shock is adorable on her face.
"Yes, Azúcar, we are the other parents to that little Tesoro also. We will be with you every step of the way."
Rachel nods and tries to wrap us in a hug with her little arms. I back up out of the middle of the sandwich and wrap both girls in a hug. When I look at Olivia, I see tears in her eyes.
"Is someone making coffee?" Olivia's eyes get big with concern.
"Yeah, I started a cup, why?" Rachel shrugs. Olivia gets up and runs to the bedroom, holding her hand over her mouth.
"Ohhh, got it. Coffee makes her sick. Noted. I'll just have to buy coffee on the way to work from now on." Rachel giggles.
I shake my head at her and walk up the stairs to the bedroom, knocking on the bathroom door. "You okay in there?" I ask as I hear Olivia vomiting.
"Go away, Alex, you aren't going to see me like this." Little does she know that I will be here through it all.
I try to open the door, and it's locked. That just won't do. I go to the side of my bed and open my nightstand, grabbing my lock-picking kit that I always keep handy, just in case of emergencies.
I kneel by the door and open the compact kit. With steady fingers, I insert the tension wrench and pick, coaxing the lock with the delicate precision that I unfortunately learned from my grandfather. I hear the pins click softly into place, and open the door.
"ALEX! GET OUT!" Olivia yells with her face in the toilet. When she turns, I see her face is more pale than usual, and as soon as I get a glimpse of her eyes, she turns and starts puking again.
"Not happening in this lifetime. You are carrying my baby, you are sick because of my baby, and I refuse to let you go through this alone." I squat down next to her and start to rub her back, trying to comfort her.
"It might not be yours, Alex." Her eyes were full of tears again.
"Olivia Renee O'Connor, look at me. That baby is mine; I don't care whose sperm it took to conceive this baby. I will raise this baby as a García. I don't care what you say. This is my baby." I place a hand on her stomach and kiss her head.
