"You're spiraling. Stop." He kisses me, soft and sweet. "This is good news. This is the best fucking news."
"Language," I mutter against his lips. "The baby can probably hear you."
Pine makes a sound that's halfway between a laugh and a sob. "You're worried about Jett's language? Really?"
"I'm worried about everything. That's kind of my thing." I look between the three of them, these gorgeous, impossible men who somehow chose me. "Are you guys okay? Because you're all being weirdly quiet, and it's freaking me out."
Cassian's hand is still on my stomach, his palm warm through the thin cotton of Pine's old shirt. "I'm trying really hard not to lose my mind right now," he says quietly. "You're carrying our pup."
"Our pup," Pine echoes, wonder coloring his voice.
"We're going to be dads," Jett says, like he's testing out the words.
I watch them process it, these three alphas who've given me everything. Cassian's eyes are suspiciously bright, his jaw tight like he's trying to hold back emotion. Pine's got that look he gets when he's overwhelmed, like he's seeing something beautiful he wants to capture but can't quite grasp. And Jett, my action-oriented, never-sits-still Jett, looks like someone just gave him the moon.
"We're going to be dads," Jett repeats, louder this time. Then he's grabbing me, pulling me into his lap, his face buried in my neck. "Holy shit, Sharon."
"Language," I say again, but I'm crying now too, big ugly happy tears that won't stop. "The baby..."
"The baby's going to have to get used to Jett's mouth," Pine says, wrapping around me from behind, sandwiching me between them. Cassian joins the pile, his arm around all of us, and we sit there like that for a long moment. A tangle of limbs and emotions and utter disbelief.
"I haven't taken a test yet," I finally say. "I should probably do that before we completely freak out."
"Too late," Cassian says. "Already freaked."
"Yeah, but we should confirm it before you start building a nursery."
Jett pulls back just enough to look at me. "Bold of you to assume I'm not already mentally designing it."
"It's been five minutes."
"Five minutes of knowing I'm going to be a dad." He grins, that wild reckless grin that made me fall for him in the first place. "I'm efficient."
Pine kisses my temple, soft and lingering. "We should get you to a doctor. Make sure everything's okay."
"And buy pregnancy tests," Cassian adds. "All of them. Every kind."
"I don't need every kind..."
"We're buying every kind," Jett interrupts. "This is happening."
I laugh, slightly hysterical, and bury my face in Jett's chest. His heartbeat is racing under my ear, fast and strong. "You guys are insane."
"You love us anyway," Pine murmurs.
"Unfortunately." But I'm smiling, can't stop smiling even though I'm crying and terrified and so overwhelmed I might actually combust. "I really do."
Two hours and seven positive pregnancy tests later, I'm standing in the kitchen watching my three alphas argue about breakfast.
"She needs protein," Cassian insists, cracking eggs into a bowl with more force than necessary. He's wearing his firefighter academy t-shirt and gray sweatpants, hair still messy from bed, and he looks unfairly good for someone who's been awake for less than three hours.
"She needs iron," Pine counters, pulling out the spinach from the fridge. He's in black jeans and one of his soft flannel shirts, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off the tattoos that wind up his forearms. The morning light catches on the silver hoops in his ears. "Leafy greens are essential."
"She needs carbs for energy," Jett argues, already pulling out the waffle maker. He's shirtless, because of course he is, wearing only basketball shorts that hang low on his hips. "And probably chocolate. Pregnant women like chocolate, right?"
"Pregnant women like not being talked about in the third person while they're standing right here," I say, but I'm smiling. I'm wearing one of Cassian's old flannel shirts over leggings, the sleeves rolled up, and my hair is piled on top of my head in a disaster of a bun. Comfort over style, which is basically my life motto at this point.
All three of them turn to look at me like they forgot I was here, which is ridiculous considering I'm the reason they're having this entire argument.
