When we set out for my husband's family cabin, I never expected to be stranded in a wild winter storm. Nor did I expect sharing a bed with my husband and his best friend. Sharing a cramped space with them wouldn't have been so bad if it were with anyone other than Dex. While I loved him dearly as a friend, I couldn't help the attraction I felt toward him, especially when he was the star of my favorite fantasy. The one my husband and I talked about often, inviting another man into our bedroom. Soon enough, we were crossing every line, and those fantasies were coming to life. That was until a few weeks later when I stared down at the two solid pink lines that could change everything. Having the love and affection of two men wasn't the part that had me worried.

Not knowing who the father was weighed on my mind despite their constant assurances that they were both in it for the long haul. While I wanted to believe that we could have it all and live happily ever after, part of me worried that I was about to lose everything I ever thought I wanted.