Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 64: Finding Out the Father

*Rose*

I've watched a talk show before where the mother is adamantly stating to the host who the father of the child is. When the presenter reads the results and declares, "You are NOT the father," the majority of those women invariably get the shock of their life. For me today, the doctor's office resembles that program, somewhat, but without the crowd, cameras, and glamorous lighting.

Well, scratch the no audience bit as the four Alphas, Kelly, and Shelby all sit with me as we wait for instructions from the doctor on what happens next. We have a full crowd today.

The palace clinic usually smells like disinfectant, but today the smell seems a bit more pungent and is making my eyes water and my heart race… maybe it is the nerves.

“What if the results say none of the Alphas are the father? What if the doctor says I have four panfish or trout swimming in there instead?” I whisper to Shelby and Kelly leans over to hear what we are discussing.

They both jerk their heads back simultaneously and stare at me. A crease forms between Shelby’s eyebrows before she shakes her head a little.

“Honey, unless you are a mermaid of some kind, I don’t know how you would be carrying fish in there,” Shelby says.

“I had sex with Eli in a lake once…. What if some fishies you know… swam in there?” I mutter in hushed tones.

“Firstly, ew! I really didn’t have to hear that about my brother. I know he has sex, but now I just got a mental picture of the actual deed. Secondly, it doesn’t work like that. The only animals your babies will shift into are gorgeous pups.”

“Or tadpoles,” I whisper.

The Alphas are all pacing up and down. They at times bump into each other, and their uncoordinated nervous movements are making my head spin and causing my anxiety to hit an all-time high.

One of the Alphas, or more, has to be the father, right? I was a thousand percent sure, but that television program is causing doubts to float to the surface like oil in water.

And what would happen to the Alphas who weren’t the fathers? Did it mean they would stop caring for me? Would they abandon me and return to their packs? I really didn’t want to lose any of my Alphas… not now when I was getting to spend some time with them again.

Dr. Pendergoober makes her way in with a nurse I have never seen before. She sits behind the huge executive desk and peers at me from above the rims of her glasses.

“How are you doing today?” she asks plainly.

“Like I have fish swimming in my belly,” I answer.

“You’re fourteen weeks pregnant, a bit too early to be feeling the babies move or kick. That is probably your uterus expanding to accommodate the growing babies. It could feel like fish swimming, yes.” Was this the doctor’s take on dry humor?

Kelly puts a hand to her mouth as she tries to muffle a laugh.

“Well, I think Rose thinks she has literal fish swimming in her womb,” Shelby interjects.

This time everyone in the room turns to look at me. I can feel my face warming up. Did Shelby have to announce that? I didn’t want everyone in the room to know I’d been joking about a fish impregnating me. Of course, I didn’t really think that. I was just voicing my concerns in the most ridiculous way possible.

“Even if you have been eating too much fish, that won’t turn your babies into a sea creature,” Dr. Pendergong clarifies.

I open my mouth to clarify but decide to let it go. I will let her think I am stupid enough to think whatever food I eat is what my babies will turn into. If that were the case, I would be carrying little peanut babies… or tiny cucumbers with peanuts for eyes.

I laugh as I imagine what it would be like if a fish really were the father. How would I ever find that singular fish in a lake with so many other fish to give it the good news about its pending fatherhood? The doctor pulls me from my thoughts.

“We will be performing a non-invasive and risk-free prenatal paternity test. We took a simple blood draw sample from Rose and a buccal mouth swab sample from the four Alphas. Analysis was done on the cell-free fetal DNA found in the mother’s blood and compared to the samples provided by the Alphas,” Dr. Pendergonad is saying.

I blink as my brain is trying to follow all the medical jargon that is coming out of her mouth. So far, all I know is she said something about DNA and blood.

“Excuse me, Doc, would you mind speaking in simplified English? Not that I am not intelligent enough to understand medical terms or anything, but please, just for the benefit of my fellow Alphas here,” Tristan requests.

I giggle, although my heart is racing at this point.

“I will try. Using state-of-the-art technology, we were able to isolate the fetal DNA from the maternal blood plasma and analyze 300,000 genetic markers to establish paternity. We were then able to accurately confirm or exclude paternity,” the doctor continues.

I can’t help but gape at her, wondering if that was her version of simplified English. No wonder studying medicine took endless years. These people had to actually learn a new language before even learning anything about medicine.

“Who is the father or fathers, doctor?” Shelby asks, cutting through the medical jargon. I hope the doctor will just give the answer without diving deeper into the whole plasma business again.

Were there sharks in the lake? That would be poetic right? I would be a mommy shark, carrying the live version of a baby shark. I would be on televisions then, answering questions from journalists. Maybe even get my own reality show where the theme song would be, ‘Baby Shark.’

Dr. Pendergogo proceeds to flip through some pages in a folder the nurse hands to her.

“You have two sets of heteropaternal superfecundation twins,” she announces.

“Doc, English please,” Tristan says in an annoyed tone.

“Each child has different genetic markers. Each of them matches the different Alphas.”

This time I roll my eyes. This wasn’t a television show, and there was no need to build tension or cliffhangers to engage the audience. I needed her to spell it out for me.

“So who is the father? We all slept with her. Could our DNA have mixed inside her and become some kind of cocktail, and you can’t tell who the father is because of that?” Reece asks.

Good question, I thought to myself.

This time the doctor laughs lightly. So she does have a sense of humor. “That isn’t possible. Each child has a different father. Congratulations to the four of you. You are all going to be fathers.”

I can feel my heart slow down and then race again. Had I heard her correctly? All my Alphas had scored?

Mark air punches and mutters a triumphant, “Yes!” Reece laughs and runs his hands in his hair. Tristan and Eli high-five and do a little synced dance routine, which ends in a funny twerk.

Shelby and Kelly both hold one of my hands. I look at Shelby, and she smiles at me.

“I am going to be an aunt!” Kelly cheers and lays her other hand on my belly.

“Yep. If any of the babies come out looking like a tiny fire hydrant, that’s Eli’s,” Tristan adds.

“What are you talking about?” the doctor asks, but no one answers as the Alphas are celebrating and giving each other brotherly hugs paired with heavy back-patting. She doesn’t know how silly these men can be.

“Congratulations, my friend,” Shelby says and softly touches her forehead to mine.

“Yeah. I think the fish daddy you were talking about must have shot blanks… you know… down there,” Shelby jokes and the three of us laugh.

I place a hand on my belly and feel a warm wave rush through me. I am carrying four children from the four men I love. I won’t have to choose, and none of them will have to leave the palace.

We will all be able to raise our ch–

My happiness subsides immediately as I’m reminded that these children are still going to be taken by Emily.

My four babies from my four Alphas are going to be snatched away from me and handed to that monster; That murderer will be the one to raise my babies, who were created out of love, something she doesn’t have a single ounce of in her whole demon body!

A deep sadness quickly replaces the warm feeling. As I raise my eyes, they meet Mark’s gaze.

He smiles and mouths, “Are you okay?” I feign a smile and nod at him.

He raises one eyebrow, and I know he isn’t buying my happy mommy act.