A/N: I can leave this as is, a one shot, or I can continue it depending on reviews. I know have a lot going right now, and nothing's #1 on my list, although the novella Im currently in the process of publishing via Amazon, B&N, and other retailers does need to be finished for publication soon. My PPD hit me hard and so far Plum has been the only thing to really alleviate it, both reading and writing it. But the PPD has made me so scatter brained and my thoughts are bouncing from place to place to place, so I started all these different things. Sorry guys, it just helps me, and your reviews do, too! I should have a chapter for both DKL and FFHB soon, my kids all got their shots yesterday and I couldn't finish what I'd started on them - one was whining the entire day his legs hurt, one was projectile vomiting, and the third was screaming for hours and hours and hours on end. Help me Jesus! Anyways, without further ado, here is some more of my crazy mind.

P.s. This is so far removed from canon it's not even funny.

Since I was nineteen I had been in an on Again off again relationship with two guys. One was Army, one was Navy, and both ran special ops. I wasn't privy to any of their mission information, and I honestly didn't care. If one of them was there, I was with them until the other showed up. If they were both there, well, I didn't discriminate. I'd be in one guys bed one night and the other guys the next night. Some nights I'd been with both within a few hours of each other.

I guess you could say I was a slut, but I liked to think of it more as I had an open relationship with two guys. I loved them both, but I don't know that I was in love with either of them, and I was okay with that. I was sure they weren't celibate while they were away, whether it be a special op or a normal deployment. Guys just weren't built that way, and neither was I, although I didn't hop into the bed of any other guy while they were both gone. Two was enough.

They both knew about each other and we were okay with the way our relationship was going for over seven years. But when I was twenty six, suddenly, things changed. Both guys left the service and both started to pressure me into considering more. They were talking marriage and commitment and real, true love.

I understandably panicked and ran.

I think they knew where I was the entire time, but they both left me alone to sort out my thoughts. I had a lot of things to think about, and then, while I was thinking, I found out I was pregnant.

I had slept with them both during the time I likely conceived, and I had no idea who the father was, or even if I wanted to keep the baby.

At the end of the day, I told them both the predicament I was in. I had been on birth control, yes, but it had obviously failed. Making love with two extremely virile men at the same time, for seven years, I shouldn't have been all that surprised. It was bound to happen eventually.

I just had no idea what I was going to do, and I still had no clue who to choose, so I told them both I was done.

With cocky smirks on their faces, they both said a simple okay and walked out the door.

What was I going to do with my life now?

And why did I get the feeling that neither of them was going to walk away?