Celia

I was fucking mad as Colin drove me to the clinic. I didn’t want to do this, but I soon as I woke up this morning, they’d insisted. They’d called a doctor to come in on a Sunday and paid him a fortune to run the blood test on me. It took an hour or so, but after what felt like days of chewing my thumb the doctor called us back to his office.

“Celia, the test was positive,” he said bluntly and looked at the three brothers behind me. “She’ll need to rest too since she’s a little anemic. So, whichever one of you is the dad needs to take care of her until we can get her blood built back up.”

“Of course,” they said in unison, and I blushed. I wasn’t sure I was ready for other people to know about us, but they would soon enough. I couldn’t think about that right now, however. I had a baby on the way.

I’d gone to sleep, alone, terrified, but now that it had been confirmed, I felt calm. Maybe I’d freak out later, but for now, I was happy just knowing the truth at last. Now, I could go about