Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 52: Telling the Potential Fathers

*Mark*

There’s a hype of excitement in the air as the four of us set up the picnic area. We’re all going to be having lunch with Rose. I’ve missed her so much, and can’t wait to see her. I can tell that I’m not the only one who’s missed her.

Each one of us has put our own special touch into today’s menu and overall set-up. Vienna advised us to add some pickle slices and a jar of peanut butter. I can’t help but wonder why; maybe this is something pregnant women are supposed to eat. Maybe some essential vitamins are found in this particular food combination and are important for babies’ growth. I don’t think it tastes good, though. Healthy foods rarely taste good.

I see Kelly and Rose making their way up the small hill toward us. We all stop and stare. I know we are all watching the girl who seems to have the sun shining only on her like it is a spotlight, and she is the star performer.

Her face looks fuller, and she seems to radiate from within. The little dimple on her chin is more pronounced, especially when she smiles at something Kelly is saying. She tilts her head slightly to the side and places her hand on her belly. I’m tempted to rush over and carry her. I wonder if the growing baby is heavy in her tummy now.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have opted for the top of the hill as a picnic spot. Rose is carrying a whole human inside her, and it might be hard to climb the hill in that condition,” Eli reasons.

We all nod and mutter. I am sure none of us took that into consideration before picking this place for our picnic.

Tristan rushes over to the two women, and without a second thought, swings Rose off her feet into his arms. Damn, I wish I could have been the one to do that. It was what I was thinking about doing.

We all go over to meet them as they walk the rest of the way to the spot.

“If your arms get tired, I can carry her,” Reece offers.

Argh, I should have offered that too. Seems I am too slow in reacting.

“Don’t worry, bro. I got this. We’re almost there,” Tristan assures him.

We all walk alongside them. I feel a bit useless, wondering if I should carry one of her legs to help. I want her to know we’re all here for her. Maybe each of us could carry a limb to prove our loyalty to her.

As Tristan places her on the ground, we all try to busy ourselves around her. We’ve never had a date with her together all at once. I start straightening the picnic blanket and see that Eli is busy trying to straighten the lawn with his bare hands. Reece is fanning her with a leaf, and I catch Kelly trying to stifle a laugh watching us acting like love-struck puppies. We’re all so eager to please and probably look like idiots as we try.

“Are you okay, baby?” I ask.

She places a hand on her belly before answering. “Yes, I am now that I’m with all of you. Thank you, Tristan, for carrying me up the hill. You are such a darling,” she says.

Tristan kicks at an invisible stone and looks at the ground. His cheeks have turned a rosy color that matches Rose’s lip gloss.

“Aww, he is blushing!” Eli says, and we all laugh.

Tristan playfully elbows Eli, and we all sit on the soft picnic blanket.

“You look more beautiful than the last time I saw you. I think pregnancy agrees with you,” Reece remarks, and it's Rose’s turn to blush. The warm hue in her cheeks just makes her look even more beautiful. I can’t help but just sit and gape at her.

“I agree; you’re even more beautiful than I recall. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or you just grow more beautiful with each passing moon,” I dote as I stare into her eyes. I want to kiss her so badly, but I’m not sure if a group date is the right setting for such a display of affection.

She giggles and raises her hand to her nose. I wonder if dust might be causing irritation or if one of the foods we have laid out smells terrible. A thought crosses my mind. She touched her nose just after I spoke. Does my breath stink? I quickly put my palm to my mouth and do an exhale-inhale check. I think my breath smells all right. A bit minty…. Could the baby not like mint?

“So, we all expected you to call us for the doctor’s appointment yesterday. How did it go?” Reece asks.

We all sit and wait for her to tell us everything we missed during her checkup.

“The doctor didn’t think it was necessary for the four of you to be present. The babies are fine,” she states.

“That's good,” Eli says.

“Wait. She said babies. What does that mean?” Tristan points out.

I shrug as I assume it was just a slip of the tongue.

“Well, I had an ultrasound done yesterday,” Rose begins and plucks at the grass next to her.

“What’s that?” I ask. I hate sounding a bit dumb, but I’m not sure what that is. It sounds like an invasive type of procedure, and I wonder if it hurt. My pack doesn’t have a lot of medical technology, not even a doctor. Just an old healer who seems to be about a hundred years old. I feel stupid, but the other Alphas don’t seem to know either.

“It’s a procedure that shows us what is happening in here.” She touches her tummy, something she seems to be doing quite a bit, and I wonder if she would allow me to do that as well. What does a growing human feel like inside there?

“Oh! Do you mean a scan? So what did it show?” Tristan asks.

Rose takes a deep breath and replies, “I’m having twins. Sort of.”

We all pause.

“Two babies?” Reece asks.

“No. Four. I’m having two sets of twins,” she clarifies.

We all sit silently, trying to let what she’s just said sink in. Tristan’s mouth is open, and I swear if a fly should suddenly pass by, it’ll build a nest and lay eggs on his tongue.

“So one of us made four babies?” Reece asks.

“I”m not sure,” she admits. “The doctor didn’t know either. It could be more than one father.”

“You mean we could all potentially be having a baby with you? One baby for each of us?” Tristan ponders aloud.

I’m glad he decides to speak as this causes him to close his mouth. I’d begun to worry about him potentially swallowing a fly or two.

“Is it possible, baby? Could you be carrying one child for each of us?” I ask.

“Honestly, I don’t know how all of this works,” she reiterates. “I could be carrying four children from one Alpha. We will just have to wait a few more weeks for a DNA test to be conducted. Only then will we know whose babies I’m carrying.”

We all nod, but I know this doesn’t answer our questions completely. What would happen if two or more of us impregnated her? Who would be the king then? Not that that’s important to any of us anymore.

Could this be an answer from the Moon Goddess to this madness? If we’re all fathers, would the king still want us all to marry Emily? Would we then share the throne? Maybe this is a great solution to get us from under the king’s thumb and his stupid expectations.

“Are the babies heavy? I know a woman who is carrying just one baby grows quite a huge belly; does this mean yours will grow four times as big?” Reece asks.

“I’ll definitely get bigger,” Rose says, and I think she’s worried.

“If that’s the case, we need to get her a wheelchair or something. We can’t expect her to walk with four babies inside of her. We could also take turns carrying her around while we wait for one to be available,” Tristan suggests.

“Yes, that’s a great idea. And maybe she needs to be moved to a room on the lower floor. She can’t be climbing those stairs in her condition,” I add.

We all agree on this and start talking about things we’ll change to help Rose during her pregnancy. She watches us as she dips pickle slices in peanut butter and munches away. She seems to enjoy this weird food combo, and I wonder if I ought to try it out for myself.

I take a slice, dip it in peanut butter, and chew. The other Alphas do the same. The moment the sticky nutty flavor of the peanut butter mixes with the sourness of the pickle, I know I won’t be able to swallow it. I take a napkin and spit it out. This isn’t a great combination at all. How is Rose acting like this is the best thing she has ever eaten since grilled pork chops?

Rose giggles as she watches us spitting out the nasty peanut butter pickle slices.

“Is this food combo the good doctor’s orders?” Tristan asks.

“Nope. I guess it’s babies’ orders,” she replies.

“Must be Eli’s baby. He is the only one who managed to swallow a bit of that,” Tristan exclaims.

We all laugh. Kelly stands up and straightens her pants.

“Well, gentleman. I think it’s time for Rose to go for her afternoon walk in the gardens. The freshly blooming roses smell divine. You can stay and enjoy the remaining pickles a la peanut butter,” she says. She helps Rose to her feet, and they begin to walk away.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to carry you?” I shout.

“If you carry me, that won’t count as MY walk, now will it? I’m fine. See you soon, my loves,” Rose shouts over her shoulder.

‘My loves’… now that has a nice ring to it.