Page 66 of Claimed By the Damned

With the tests now in hand, Amara went back to their place, the place she now called home. Once again, she took the side stairs and then immediately headed into the bathroom.

Her mind was going a mile a minute as she waited for the results. She had taken three of the tests because she wanted there to be no doubt left in her mind. As she waited, she silently chastised herself, unable to believe that she was already in this position.

Mainly, she was worried about how the guys were going to react. They had all just fully accepted each other, and she had only moved in a couple of days ago. They were still trying to learn how to be together. She didn’t even know if any of them wanted kids, and Knox didn’t think he’d make a good father. What if this messed everything up?

The timer went off on her phone, and Amara rose shakily to her feet before peering over the counter.

She was met with three little plus signs.

Later that afternoon, Amara was lying in Knox’s bed, bundled beneath the blankets. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had done since she discovered the truth. She didn’t know if she was ready for all of this. She didn’t exactly have the best example when it came to parenting, and she didn’t want to mess the kid up. On the other hand, she didn’t want to get rid of it either. This was a little life growing inside of her, a life that she had created. Well, she and one of her mates, of course.

That was probably the hardest thing for her to wrap her head around. The fact that she had no idea which one of her mates was the father. It could be any one of them. How were they supposed to love and care for a child when they didn’t know who the father was?

The sound of the front door opening and the guys laughing about something made her cower deeper within the blankets, clutching the pregnancy tests tightly in her hand. She wasn’t ready to face them just yet.

Zeke called out for her, but she didn’t respond. A few moments later, footsteps sounded down the hall.

“Amara?” Drake said, stepping into the room.

Still, she didn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?” Zeke asked her as the three of them crowded the side of the bed. Knox reached over and flipped on the light on the nightstand, but it was Zeke who took a seat on the bed next to her. “Why are you in bed?”

Knox knelt on the floor so he could meet her eyes. “Did your father call again?”

She shook her head.

“Are you sick?” Drake asked, pulling the covers back a little. Thankfully, she had moved the tests down by her belly so none of them had seen them yet.

“Depends on how you look at it,” she muttered, her voice muffled by the pillow she was burying her face in.

Knox shook his head. “What does that mean?”

Unable to bring herself to respond, Amara shut her eyes tighter, pushing more tears down her cheeks.

Zeke squeezed her thigh. “Tell us what’s wrong so that we can fix it.”

A broken laugh escaped her lips, making her sound a little hysterical. “There’s no fixing it, Zeke. At least, nothing that I would consider.”

“Now you’re just talking in riddles,” Drake stated, a little frustrated.

“And you’re a jackass,” she snapped involuntarily. “This is your fault, you know. Well, one of your faults.”

“That you’re sick?” Knox asked, frowning. “We didn’t give you anything, little bunny. None of us has been sick.”

“Not that kind of sick, Knox,” she replied with a sigh. “This particular bug hangs around, oh, for about nine months or so.”

Silence stretched across the room, but Drake eventually broke it. “You’re pregnant?” he whispered.

She nodded, pulling her hand out from beneath the blanket and laying the tests on the comforter. “Took three tests to confirm it.”

Zeke took her hand in his and brought it to his lips before kissing her knuckles. “Why does this upset you?”

Her eyes snapped to his, dumbfounded by his calm response. She couldn’t believe he was even asking that. How could he not see that this was probably the worst possible time for something like this to happen?

Sighing, she pushed herself to a sitting position and ran her fingers through her hair. “Because we only just started trying to make this work, Zeke. Because I literally just moved in a few days ago. Because my father is still out there and has it out for us. But mostly because I don’t know which one of you is the father.”

“I don’t give a shit who the father is,” Knox told her firmly. “Drake, do you?”

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