Marcus's head popped up so fast that I would've laughed if I hadn't been so overcome with emotion that I started crying. I lunged at him, wrapped my arms around him, and sobbed onto his shoulder. He was going to think I was a complete and utter nutcase. I had no idea why I was so weepy or had hid under the covers like a kid. It's like I wasn't the same person anymore.

I must really be pregnant. If Marcus thought I was pregnant, and Lance thought I was pregnant, then I must be pregnant. I had never been pregnant before, but a few times with Marcus was all it took. He must have super strong alpha sperm. Marcus wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back and my hair. I wasn't sure what he was saying, since my sobbing drowned out his words, but his voice was soothing and I loved just being held by him.

I finally calmed down. Then I realized that I had just cried on his expensive dress shirt. I tried to sneakily reach for some Kleenex, but nothing got past Marcus.

"Let me get that for you."

He had longer arms than me being that he was taller, so he reached the Kleenex box without moving. I tried to look away and cover my face so he wouldn't see any snot running down my face. I got myself cleaned up and looked at Marcus. I knew I probably looked a mess. I was one of those ugly criers. Blotchy red face, swollen eyes- seriously it's not a pretty sight. "Well, I guess the only thing to do would be to take a pregnancy test. I'll get cleaned up and go to the local drugstore to pick one up."

"No you stay here, you're not feeling that well. I'll get one."

"No, you can't! You're a partner in a well-known law firm. You can't go down to the local pharmacy and get a pregnancy test!"

"Well, you're definitely not going. I'm not letting you go out in your condition. I can have Bill pick it up for us."

The door opened and Lance stuck his head in.

"Actually, I couldn't help but overhear. I've got some pregnancy tests right here." He shoved three boxes through the door opening. "I went and got them over lunch today because I figured this was going to happen soon." Lance set the tests on the end of the bed and closed the door.

I glanced over at Marcus, who glanced back at me, before we both burst out laughing. I scooted off the bed and stood up, grabbing one of the tests. "I'm going down the hall to the bathroom to try one of these out."

"You want me in there with you?" I looked at Marcus, trying to decide whether a flippant answer would be appropriate right now or not.

"Well, you can be there for the waiting but not for the peeing on the stick part. I still think some things should be kept personal."

Marcus smirked and rolled his eyes. At least he had a sense of humor.

I went into the bathroom, closed the door and stared at the box. Well, this made it real. There's nothing like looking at a pregnancy test box to realize you might actually be pregnant. I had always wanted this day to come, but I always thought I'd be married first. My parents would shit a brick if they knew what I was doing right now.

I took the test out of the box, peed on it, then put it back in the box. I was not going to sit here and stare at it. I left it in the box and walked out of the bathroom. Marcus turned around in the living room and stared at me with his eyebrows raised. I shook my head and then realized that might give the wrong answer.

"Wait, wait. It's not done yet. It's got to sit there and do its thing for several minutes. I don't want to sit in there and stare at it so I'm out here." Marcus walked over and gave me a nice big hug again. I squeezed him, not knowing what I wanted the answer from the test to be.

I had wanted kids my entire life. I mean, what omega didn't? It's the only thing I was ever totally sure I wanted to do in my life. Still, I had despaired of ever finding someone I would have kids with because every alpha I ran into was an asshole or something else was seriously wrong with him. Except Marcus. So far, Marcus seemed absolutely perfect.

Was he too good to be true?? Was he hiding some horrible secret? Was he really scared of relationships just because of his dad or was there something else going on? Was I setting myself up for a nightmare?

Marcus

I could tell Ryan was still upset. He put on a good front, though. I could tell he tried to act as normal as possible, but he was a bit shy around me, and was hesitant to respond to hugs. I guess over time I'd be able to convince him that I was really here and I had no plans to abandon him.

Lance called out from the kitchen. "When I stopped to get those tests I also stocked up on some ice cream. I figured we'd need it either way. I think right now is the perfect time to break into some Chunky Monkey, Chubby Hubby or Cherry Garcia."

I had absolutely no idea what Lance was talking about. I walked into the kitchen and saw he was holding pints of ice cream with those names. I didn't eat ice cream very much so that's probably why I had no idea those were actual ice cream flavor names. Ryan grabbed Chubby Hubby, Lance was opening Chunky Monkey, so that left me with Cherry Garcia. Chocolate and cherries actually sounded pretty good. It would be a good way to keep our mind off that stick sitting in the bathroom.

Even though I wanted a child badly, I was still scared of ruining the kid's life and disappointing Ryan. God, what a mess. We went back out to the living room and made it about ten minutes into some show I wasn't even watching before Ryan finally gave up. "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to go check."

He looked at me and I stood up. We both went into the bathroom. I let Ryan go in first since this was going to affect him more than it was going to affect me, though it was a pretty close tie. Ryan looked down and then turned to me without saying anything. I searched his face, but couldn't tell whether it was good news or bad news. I walked closer and leaned over his shoulder, looking down at the test sitting on the counter.

"What do two lines mean?"

I leaned back, looking at Ryan. He shook his head really quick. He still stared straight at me. His skin was pale.

"You don't know? Or you're not pregnant?"

"I don't know because I didn't actually read the instructions. I'm too scared."

I wanted to laugh, but this was some pretty serious business and I think Ryan was on the edge of losing it. I reached around him, grabbed the instruction pamphlet, and opened it. There it was- two blue lines. I looked back at the test- two blue lines. I looked back at the instructions, just to be sure. Pregnant.

I just stood there and stared. It was true, I was going to be a dad. I was absolutely terrified, yet elated beyond belief. Right after my elation that I was going to be a dad came the elation that Ryan was mine. I thought of him as mine, but I was going to have to convince him of that, wasn't I? I wasn't going to force him into a marriage, of course, but I also did not want our child to be raised with a single parent when I was more than willing to publicly make Ryan mine. I knew Ryan was the man I wanted a long time ago. Still, if I asked him to marry me right now, it wouldn't go over well.

I turned to Ryan, and smiled. It felt like the biggest smile I've ever had in my life. I was deliriously happy.

"Well, I know what two blue lines mean."

Ryan still stared at me. I think he was actually even more pale now. I set the paper down on the counter and grabbed his hands. "Are you okay?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulders.

"What are you scared of?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulders again.

"That's not going to work anymore. Tell me what you're scared of." I squeezed his hands.

"I'm scared I'm not really pregnant and you're never going to have anything to do with me again."

My smile dropped. Did he really think that of me?

"And, what if you are pregnant? What are you scared of then?"

Ryan looked back up at my face.

"I'm scared you'll be with me just for the kid."

It sounded like I was a pretty shitty guy from his point of view.

"You don't know me very well, then. Actually, I guessyou don't know me well at all. I can guarantee that I'm not that type of person. You can even ask Eric how long I've wanted you. You can ask Eric about my treatment of anyone I've dated, or my overriding goal to never turn out like my dad. If you're looking for someone to stick with you no matter what, you've found the perfect alpha."

Ryan frowned.

"But you said that you're scared of commitment. You said that you avoided all relationships." Ryan stopped talking and just shook his head while looking down.

Maybe I shouldn't have confessed all of that.

"I know I said I was absolutely terrified of being like my dad and that's why I had avoided all relationships. I'm gonna give it my fucking all to make this work, though. I'm going to overcome my childhood experiences and stop being scared." I squeezed his hands. "Just because I'm fucking terrified now doesn't mean that I'm not going to ever overcome that fear."

Ryan reached out, placing his hands on my chest. " I'm glad you told me your fears. It makes you more human. I've admired you for so long, and you're kind of intimidating."

I smirked.

" I've had really shitty luck with every alpha I've ever dated and well, I guess I'm just being really stupid."

I hugged Ryan.

"You're not being stupid. You had a really big shock today. This is a lot to deal with. Besides, pregnancy causes the body to get emotional anyway. Let's go back in the living room and enjoy the rest of our ice cream."