Imagine... Three different nights... Three different men. (Nakron imagine)

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Y/N POV
What have I done? Zak, Nick and Aaron are going to kill me. I'll be dead! But the question is... Who do I ask to be the dad?
"I have something to tell you guys."
"We know that you slept with all of us and we don't think of you any different okay?" Zak said.
How do they know?
"...how did you know?"
"We... Ah compared notes..." Nick said wearily.
Oh f***....
"Oh my god... You guys are going to kill me..." I started to cry.
"Why are you crying?" Aaron asked me.
Do I tell them?
"Cause one of you is the father of my baby!" I spat.
I immediately felt my cheeks start to burn as well as the back of my throat. What have I done now?
"... What?" The three of them said in unison.
"And I won't know which one of you it is until the baby is born and I want this baby. You guys can't tell me any different..." The tears are falling down my face and I don't know what to think.
They are going to hate me. I mean Nick has a wife and she's going to be sooooo pissed off if she finds out I had an affair with him. I mean I was drunk.... They were drunk...
"I mean it was three different weeks right? Can't you tell by that?" Zak asked.
"Yeah ask your doctor when you got pregnant!" Aaron joined in.
"...okay I don't know how this is going to work out but I'll ask. Are you guys coming?"
I wipe the tears from my eyes as the all nod yes. Aaron drives and Zak and I sit in the back. Nick sits in shot gun with Aaron. Arriving at the hospital was the scariest thing I did in a while.
'Ok.' I think to myself. 'I slept with Aaron first? Right? Then Zak and then Nick? I think.'
"You first got pregnant on around the 23 of May..." My doctor said.
"Okay thank you." We walk out of my doctors room. "Okay well. Aaron we slept together first right?"
"Drunk as hell but I remember." He answered.
"Which was the...?" I asked
"20th of May..." He answered.
"I think we know who the father is..." Zak trailed off.
"I think we do." I said tears forming in my eyes. "Aaron... We are having a baby."

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