I set my phone timer for three minutes and sink to the floor with my back against the tub. The tile is cold through my thin sleep shirt. I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them.
One hundred and eighty seconds.
My mind won’t stop racing. When I picture Ash’s protective hands on my stomach, or Ghost’s quiet strength, or Titan’s playful grin at the idea of being a dad, it doesn’t feel like a disaster.
It feels almost right.
Then Marcus’s face flashes through my mind, and my stomach turns.
I felt him spill across my stomach, hot and unwanted, marking me like an animal marks territory. So it’s probably not his.
But if it is?—
I can’t finish the thought. Can’t let myself imagine carrying that monster’s child.
Can’t picture explaining to Ash, Ghost, and Titan that the baby might belong to the man they hate most in this world.
The man who destroyed Ash’s entire family.
The man who’s been terrorizing our territory for decades.
The man who forced me into his bed and took what I didn’t want to give.
My breath comes faster. The bathroom feels smaller. I press my forehead to my knees and force myself to breathe.
In. Out. In. Out.
Marcus pulled out. The timeline makes sense for the cabin. All three of them finished inside me that night. The probability is overwhelmingly in favor of one of them being the father.
But probability isn’t certainty.
The timer goes off, and I jump. Three minutes already.
I can’t look.
I force myself to stand. Force myself to pick up the first test.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
The second test. A plus sign.
Positive.
The third test. The word “PREGNANT” in clear digital letters.
Positive. Positive. Positive.
The tests clatter into the sink. I grip the counter with both hands and stare at my reflection. Same pale face. Same green eyes. Same freckles scattered across my nose.
But everything’s different now.
I’m pregnant.
One of them is the father.
Or Marcus.
