I forced myself to not get embarrassed when Larry purchased about a dozen different pregnancy tests. I hadn't been paying attention while we were in the aisle; I'd been busy looking everywhere but at what he was doing.

I should be ashamed of myself right now. A twenty-eight-year-old man who was doing a more than competent job of raising a child, but couldn't handle shopping for pregnancy tests with an alpha. You'd think something as simple as buying a pregnancy test wouldn't throw me off my game.

I don't know if it was the sight of the hot-as-fuck bearded alpha with all of his tattoos standing in an aisle normally only frequented by omegas, or the fact that once again, my body had decided to surprise me with a baby.

I'd been so careful about birth control, too. I'd made it a point to never miss my regular appointment to have my implant replaced. But what I couldn't wrap my brain around was that neither of the alphas had even knotted me that night in the bar. That was the crazy part.

So, either I was just crazy fertile, or one of two alphas I'd so gleefully fucked had magical sperm that had beaten all the odds. Anyway. It didn't really matter how it had happened or who had caused it—all that mattered was that I was once again single, and pregnant.

At least this time, I'd had the good sense to fuck an alpha—or two, in this case—who was actually a decent person. Milton had been the worst decision I'd ever made, even if being with him had given me the gift that was my Bella.

I'd had a niggling thought in the back of my mind recently that something was wrong beyond simple stress, exhaustion, and maybe a stomach bug. But my brain honestly hadn't gone straight to preggo. Mostly because I had stupidly trusted my damned birth control. Even when my joke of a boss had accused me of doing drugs because I was either puking, falling asleep, or looking pale, it hadn't made me sit up and take notice.

No, it had been Larry's blunt way of talking that had driven the idea home. As soon as he'd explained his reasoning for suspecting pregnancy, my gut had clenched with the absolute knowledge that he was right on the money.

I actually felt guilty about letting him buy all these tests. In my mind, this was already just a formality. And on top of Larry all but buying out the pregnancy test aisle, he'd also just put down $68.93 for my spare tire. Of course their $40 Valuemart tire wouldn't be available in my size. Why would it be? Fuck my life.

It wasn't that I wasn't grateful for Larry, I was. But I was just frustrated at the whole damn situation tonight. I'd left home before Bella was even asleep, leaving my mother to read her the next chapter of Tom Sawyer, our current bedtime Book-of-the-Month. And I'd gone all the way to work, only to get canned for my trouble.

And since they were mailing my final check, there was simply no reason I'd had to go down there. I mean, the douche nozzle could've just fired me over the phone. Or sent a break-up style text like an immature fuck who was moving on to greener pastures. Oh, well. I walked along beside Larry, gripping my own elbows as I all but hugged myself while I walked through the store.

I appreciated Larry giving me space and not pushing me to interact. I liked him well enough, and I damned sure liked fucking him. But anything more than that, I wasn't ready to risk just yet. Especially when I had to worry about Bella's heart getting involved, too.

I knew better, from years of watching the PTA drones back in my hometown, than to trot out boyfriends around Bella unless I was ready to be serious. The divorced parents back home? Their poor kids had seen a revolving door of the various dates and lovers who went in and out of their parents’ lives. There was no way I was doing that to my daughter, especially with something as unusual as the triad situation we were dancing around.

We'd had a great time at Chuck E. Cheese. And I'd been impressed by the way both men had interacted with her, but I was very firmly determined she only know at this point they were my friends. Even though we were much more than that right now. We were friends who were dancing around the idea of more, while also—hopefully—fucking each other's brains out.

By the time we'd made it back to the automotive area with our bag of pregnancy tests, the tire was ready for pickup. Honestly, it had probably been ready five minutes after we'd walked away, since it only needed to be grabbed from the stock, but Larry had insisted on the pregnancy tests.

The ride back to my car wasn't as awkward as I would've expected, either. Larry merely tossed my tire into his trunk, and we headed back over there. He had rolled his eyes when I'd refused to wait in his warm car like some fragile hothouse flower, but he'd let his objections die as soon as I'd agreed to let him change the tire. Like I was going to argue with that.

Instead, I had knelt beside him, taking the lug nuts as he passed them, then returning them once the tires had been switched out. I realized I wasn't offering any more help than five-year-old could have given, but it felt better to be in the trenches with him than sitting and watching him work from the front seat of his car.

Before anything further could progress with this alpha—and Ryan, for that matter—they would both need to understand I didn't identify myself as a weak omega. I was strong as iron. I'd been forged in the fire of a shitty marriage. Fuck if I was ever going to backpedal into being someone's perfect little omega drone. That just wasn't me.

Once my tire had been changed and the flat stowed away in my trunk to get repaired, Larry had almost reluctantly gotten into his own car to follow me over to Ryan’s apartment. I felt the loss of Larry's company as soon as I'd gotten back into my own car, but what the hell else was I was supposed to—it wasn’t like it was going to drive itself.

Ryan looked serious as he opened the door, as if he weren't quite sure how to respond in this situation. Hell, I couldn’t blame him, I barely knew how to respond myself. Larry made himself right at home, stopping to kiss Ryan without hesitation before sliding his hand slowly down Ryan’s back and giving his ass a nice, tender squeeze.

Larry had made me text Ryan earlier and give him the heads up that we were coming, and for what purpose. I looked around Ryan’s sparse bachelor apartment, wondering how badly he was freaking out right now. After all, he’d had almost an hour now to stew about it. My eyes took in the basic pressboard tables and entertainment center—his plain beige couch didn’t look at all inviting either.

There weren't any pictures hanging on the wall. In fact, the only decoration was a calendar from his school. But for all the plainness of his inexpensive furnishings, on the entertainment center directly across from the couch was a large flat screen TV and the latest Xbox console. In the corner across from the door stood a wilting ficus tree.

Ryan looked like he was debating something in his mind, before his face settled into a look that said “fuck it,” and he darted forward to give me a fast, hard kiss.

"Sorry, if I'm acting weird. I should probably just go ahead and admit to you both right now that I don't people very well. As in, I'm awkward as fuck and have the social skills of a gnat." Ryan gave a lopsided grin as he lazily scratched the treasure trail that ran down from his navel. My cock twitched when his shirt went up just enough to reveal those toned, hard abs.

Larry leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. "Dude. We’ve seen you out in the world. We know what you’re like. There's nothing to apologize for, Ryan. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. I'm good with people because I own a bar–it’s kind of a job requirement."

Backing up what Larry had just said, I nodded in agreement. "And I'm good with people because I have to interact with the asshole parents at PTA meetings, ballet classes, recitals, the park… Are you noticing a trend here? Having a kid forces me do the social shit. But no, you're fine. I don't give a shit how you get along with the rest of the world, as long as you can talk to us."

Larry walked over and went chest to chest with Ryan. He pushed him back up against the wall, holding his gaze for a moment before he dipped in for another kiss. Larry thrust his hips into Ryan's and all but growled. He pulled back long enough to speak. "What he said—all that matters is how you are with us." That said, Larry dove in for another kiss. I reached down and squeezed my crotch, willing my now half-erect cock to calm the fuck down. I had a bunch of sticks to piss on, and that wasn't going to be easy with a dick pointed to the ceiling like a lightning rod.

I watch them grappling with each other. Ryan pushed back on Larry and flipped him around neatly until Larry was the one pinned against the wall, while Ryan grinded up against him. From the looks of it, he was doing his damndest to swallow Larry's tongue. The only way I was going to get my erection to go away was if I left this room. I left the two men to it, and went around the corner in search of Ryan's bathroom.

The first door on the left was the correct one, and I ducked in quietly, pushing the door closed gently. I didn't need an audience for what I was about to do, nor did I want to break up their fun. I opened the bag and quickly began opening boxes, tossing the empties back into the bag to throw away later.

I laid all the tests out in a row. Once I had them all in place, I opened my fly and pulled out my semi-stiff dick. I tried not to think about the two men out in the other room, or I'd be stroking instead of pissing. I bit back a sigh and finally began to piss. One at a time, I stuck the tests under the flow mid-stream and let the strips get soaked, moving quickly to use all the tests before I finished peeing.

After I’d flushed the toilet and washed my hands, I heard a light tap on the door. I opened the door to see the pair of alphas standing there, looking at me with concern.

"Shit, Ethan. We got caught up in each other and weren’t there for you. Please forgive us," Ryan said plaintively, his hand moving up to rub the back of his head like an adult-sized toddler. Fucking adorable.

"And you say you're not good at people skills," I said with a smirk. I stepped back and waved my hand toward the tests currently spread out over his counter. "I was afraid if I watched you two battle for dominance for even another ten seconds, my dick would be too hard to be able to pee. You guys both know what I'm talking about, pissing with a stiffy? No, thank you. Plus, I don't really think that we’re in a place where I’m ready for you to watch me pee."

Larry chuckled and scratched under his beard. "What I'm hearing is… I’m welcome to shove my dick up your ass or shoot cum down your throat, but it's not okay to watch you take a leak?"

"Exactly. I'm glad we got that cleared up," I answered lightly. Ryan surprised me by being the one to step forward and wrap his arms around my waist as he pulled me up against his chest.

"I just want you know that you're not alone in this, no matter which way those tests turn out or which one of us is the father, if you’re pregnant. We’ll be there for you, I promise. Bella, too."

I nodded with a jerk of my chin, not ready to trust myself to speak without sounding emotional. As much as I didn't want Bella to get roped into my... whatever this was, it touched me to know they’d included Bella in their thoughts already. Her own father couldn't be bothered to send her a ninety-nine cent birthday card, but these two alphas wanted me to know they would be there for her. It was a lot to take in.

I stepped back, reluctantly pulling myself away from Ryan's hold as I turned back to the tests. "Well, guys. It's the moment of truth. Who wants to be the one to read them?" Larry pushed his way through the doorway, pausing to give us both a kiss as he slipped by. The three of us standing there kissing was suddenly the hottest thing ever. I hadn't ever thought of the mechanics or logistics of a three-way kiss, but it was much simpler—and way hotter—than I ever would've imagined.

Larry walked straight over to the counter and put his hands behind his back as he leaned forward to read the tests, as though he were an archivist examining important documents. I bit my lip as I watched him, but the fucking tease wouldn't give away a single hint. After several long seconds, Larry straightened and came back over to Ryan and me. Putting his arms around both of our waists, Larry pulled us all together for a three-way hug and initiated another one of those hot kisses. Midway through the kiss, Larry pulled back just enough to whisper softly against our combined lips.

"Congratulations, gentlemen. We're gonna be daddies."