Joy and worry

"Who is the father?" As soon as that question left Lyra's lips, her mates became silent. The silence was so loud that everyone could hear each other's breathing. Well, that was what they needed the most right now. To take a deep breath and contemplate the words that they could spit out next.

Blake looked at Victor while Killian glanced at Demir. Lucas and Noah likewise followed suit. Almost everyone had the same thoughts running inside their minds. Who the hell is the father? The answer to that was very complicated to say less. Each of them had slept with their mate for the past months. Alone sometimes and in a group other times. Overall the possibilities were endless. Any of them could be the father.

"This guessing game...." Victor started. He looked at each of them while asking, "Can we stop it now? It is useless anyway" All of them had fucked her so this contemplation was stupid.