I sit there in stunned silence, trying to do the math. Eight weeks would mean I got pregnant the first week of October…shit. I have no idea which of the guys is the dad. That was the week we took a five day trip to the gulf just me and them. I don’t think we left the room or the bed. It could be any of them. Oh. My. God. I don’t even know who my baby’s dad is!
“Holy shit… I’m pregnant. I’m having another baby…” I’m scared to look up at the guys. I’m scared of their reaction. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant. They said it was impossible because of all the damage from the previous pregnancy losses and trauma. What am I going to do? Oh, god, what if they hate me now? How are the kids going to take having another sibling?
Orin sits on the side of my bed and lifts my face so I can look at him and the others. “What’s going through that beautiful mind of yours?” I take a risk and glance at all my guys in the eyes, trying to gauge their reactions.
I burst into tears, my words coming out in broken bursts. “I’m so sorry! I was told I could no longer get pregnant. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I understand if none of y’all want this. I don’t even know which one of you could be the dad!” I break off into sobs.
Orin shuffles me over to where he can hold me without hurting me. “Darlin, it’s okay. We’re so excited! We know you didn’t think you could get pregnant. We were fine with only having Arden, Lochlan, and Vivian. We love them so much. However, we are so fucking happy to get the chance to experience everything with you.” He kisses me softly. At that, I swoon a little bit. I’m still completely freaked out, but that helps a tad. There are still so many things that could change. How could this happen?
Odin sits on my other side and grabs my hand. “Babygirl, I am so fucking happy we get to show you how it should be when you’re growing someone’s baby. We don’t care who the biological dad is, just like it doesn’t matter that our other three didn’t come from any of us. This baby will be just as loved and just as important to all of us.” With that declaration, I swoon a lot and am a little less freaked out.
I start crying for a whole different reason.They are not prepared for pregnant Isla. I cry over everything. “I love you guys so much! Thank you for loving me and my kids. I’ll never understand how I got so lucky. I know everything has happened so fast and we haven’t all been together long, but I am so thankful I found y’all. I never thought I would find one man to love me after being so broken. Then I moved here and found not one but five amazing men that love not only me but my children. Thank y’all for being the dads you didn’t have to be for my kids and showing them what it’s like having healthy father figures.”Oh god, I almost forgot about the mood swings.This time I don't have to worry about setting them off with everything I do.
They all chuckle and give me small kisses, looking like they are all tearing up as well. Callum pulls me into his arms and gives me a hug, being mindful of my injuries. “You don’t have to thank us; you and the kids are the best thing to ever happen to us. We were going through the motions and barely living, and y’all showed up and our world became whole again. We love y’all so much.” He gives me a breathtaking kiss and snuggles me for a second while we all process everything.
“So, Kitten, if you're eight weeks along, when can we find out the gender? I want to start buying things.” I’m going to start crying again. I had to beg Corin to let me buy the kids anything, and it was always the bare minimum they needed.
I smile at the pure look of happiness on his face. “Well, first, I need to find an OBGYN. If they do the genetic testing, you can find out around nine weeks; ultrasound results for gender is usually closer to fourteen weeks. So I guess it just depends on how fast I can find a doctor. Plus we need to remember there are no guarantees the baby will make it at all,” I remind them gently. I don’t want them to get their hopes up and we find out the baby didn’t make it. Ah shit, I’ll be starting all over, and babies need so many things. I guess it’s good I got such a big SUV.
“We know, but we are choosing to hope for the best,” Odin tells me softly. I hope I don’t let them down.
I take turns cuddling with each of my guys, and I get to Facetime my kids, which makes me feel like a weight has been lifted off of me. Whatever medication the nurse gave me has me feeling okay for the most part. I still have some slight pain, and breathing hurts like a bitch, but otherwise, I feel pretty decent. Fuck, it could have been so much worse. Anytime I so much as grunt they all jump, freaking out wanting to help with something. I have a ridiculous amount of pillows and blankets.
I'm tucked in between Callum and Silas when the ultrasound tech comes in, wheeling the machine in front of her. “Hey! Are you Isla Aaron? Can you confirm your birthday?” She asks while getting the equipment set up. She’s another older nurse, around forty most likely, and has dark brown hair with gray peppering through-out. Her skin is an amazingly clear bronze, and if it wasn’t for the hair, she would look in her twenties.
“Yep, that’s me. My birthday is April first nineteen ninety-five,” I answer her while the guys get up and move to the side of my bed. I steal a look at their delectable asses, and I can’t help but want to bite them. Not even a gun-shot could hamper the effect they have on me.
She stops and looks up, finally noticing all the guys standing around. “Um, for this part, we need everyone but the father to step out, please,” she questioningly says, looking between each of them.
Oh, this will be fun to explain for the rest of our lives.
Isla
“Uh, well, they are all the dad, so…” I break off, her shocked face making me want to laugh, but she recovers quickly.
“Well,okay then. I’m Alex. This will have to be an internal ultrasound due to you being so early. According to your bloodwork and the small external one they did while you were in surgery, it seems you are about eight weeks. However, they just checked long enough to look for a heartbeat, and your labs were kinda high so you could be farther along. Any questions before we begin?” She smiles over at me, waiting for my answer.
“Nope.This isn’t my first pregnancy,” I tell her.
“Alright,great. Can I have you pull your legs up and lay them out? You can stay where you are in the bed. Can you lift up just a tad for me, and I’ll place a pillow under your bottom?” she asks, grabbing one from the chair beside the bed.
I goto try and lift myself up, wincing from the pain shooting through my body now. “Ow, ow, ow. On second thought, I don’t think I can do it by myself,” I tell her, grimacing against the unpleasant sensations. Fuck, I didn’t realize how sore I am. This is going to be more of a pain in the ass than I’d anticipated.
“Here, Wildflower, let me help you,”Silas says softly while lifting my butt so the tech can place the pillow where she wants it.
“Thank you,sir. Now, let's take a look at the baby. I want y’all to be prepared though, the doctor isn’t sure the baby will make it, so please keep that in mind,” she reminds us softly.
“We understand. Thank you,”Odin stiffly replies. Please, please let the baby be okay. Even though this wasn’t planned, I’m going to be devastated if I lose another baby.
She getsthe probe inserted and looks around for a minute. “Oh, listen to this!” she happily exclaims, pushing some buttons. A couple seconds later, we can hear the beautifulthump, thump, thumpof a heartbeat. I’m actually pregnant. With men who love me and my kids and are so good to us. This is real. That is the most beautiful sound ever.
I immediately start crying,and one glance at the guys tells me they are all tearing up as well. It’s the strangest feeling having partners who are excited about having a baby.
“Do y’all want a quick look?”she asks, turning the screen so we can see the little blob. Wait… what is that? Is the baby deformed? Is that a shadow?
“That’s the head,the little flicker there is the heartbeat, and those are the little leg nubs,” she explains to the guys, pointing out everything. Oh, fuck me. Please tell me the drugs are making me see double.
She getsa weird look on her face as she moves the wand a tad. “Uh, wait a moment. Give me just a second,” she says, moving it again. Fuck me running, it’s not a shadow.
