I decided to go ahead and just keep adding to this. If it generates positive reviews, or gathers interest, I'll keep it. If not, no biggie.

Both guys I was with are alpha males, but if I had to pick one that was more alpha I'd say my Army guy. His name was Carlos, but he now went by Ranger for obvious reasons. He was deadly, and he had the ability to be calm in any and every situation. Didn't matter how furious he was, you only saw the calm. He didn't speak much, so when he did it held more weight. I'd had the pleasure of watching his evolution from man to manlier man. He didn't used to be this closed off, and he was still less closed off with me than he was with others.

My "beta" alpha man was Joe Morelli. I'd been with him since I was in high school, but again, on and off. He couldn't commit, and neither could I. He represented home to me, although I still lived fairly close to where I had growing up, I hadn't been back. I was too different for my town, and I refused to deal with the censure and judgment of the old biddies who lived where I did. He was all flailing Italian arms and barely contained rage when he got mad, but when he wasn't angry he was a fairly down to earth homebody type of guy.

Joe was ball games and beer, and Carlos was symphonies and sex clubs.

Joe and Carlos had both been stationed out of Joint Base McGuire-Dix-Lakehurst for almost the entirety of their careers, minus deployments. I'd stuck close by there, partially because of my job, and partially because they were there. I'm not saying I would have followed either of them if they'd been moved elsewhere, but I'm glad they hadn't been.

I worked from home, doing portrait photography. The only thing was, all the portraits were of me, and many of them were more like boudoir shots. Basically, I did home modeling, and my images were sold to magazines across the world. You couldn't tell who I was from the photos, because my face was always cleverly covered, or obscured. I made more money than I had any right to, and I didn't have to leave my house. One of my photos was used as an advertisement for a local bookstore. It was a picture of me laying in a white fur sling chair, with my legs thrown over the top, and my hair trailing on the floor, a book in front of my face. It was a local authors first novel, and it generated a ton of business for both the bookstore and the author. It was black and white, except the cover, and the red of my panties and tank top.

I figured I probably wouldn't be doing a lot of those any longer because I was having a baby.

I was chilling in my loft apartment when it dawned on me for real that I was going to have a baby, and at this point I'd be going it alone. I wasn't going to pursue a relationship with Joe or Carlos, mostly because I didn't want one, but also because I had no idea who's baby I was carrying. That wasn't fair to either of them.

I would also probably have to leave my loft. There were no safe ways to raise a baby here. The loft was all sleek lines, and granite and hardwood. The stairs were those hovering stairs with no support and huge gaps between each step. I couldn't have a baby in this place, not once they became mobile.

I sat there thinking of all the changes I'd have to make when a key tumbled the lock to my front door.

Carlos and Joe both walked in, carrying duffle bags with them. What the heck was this now?

I raised a brow at them and Joe grinned.

"We're moving in until we can figure this out. We're going to split the sectional, so don't worry about that."

Uhm hello, again I say, what is this now?