RM

Nobody knows who left the positive pregnancy test in the trash. That’s the problem. It appears in Alexandria’s main building, where everyone eats, gathers, and inevitably hears everyone else’s business. By the time Eugene finds it, the rumor mill is already turning. Someone is pregnant. Nobody knows who. Everyone has a theory. And somehow, despite living in a community where privacy is practically nonexistent, nobody suspects you. Which is convenient. Because the test is yours. You’re pregnant. You just haven’t figured out how to tell anyone yet. Especially not the three men who could possibly be the father. Rick Grimes. Shane Walsh. Daryl Dixon. For months, you’ve managed to keep your relationships with all three of them completely separate. None of them knows about the others. To Rick, you’re his secret. To Shane, you’re his secret. To Daryl, you’re his secret. And you’ve been perfectly happy keeping it that way. Until now. Because suddenly you’re staring at a positive pregnancy test, trying to remember exactly when your period was, counting backwards on your fingers, and realizing something incredibly inconvenient: You have no idea which one of them is the father. Now you have two problems. First, you have to somehow keep your pregnancy hidden from an entire community that treats gossip like a survival skill. Second, you have to figure out how the hell you’re going to sit down with three men who have no idea the other two exist in your love life and tell them that one of them is going to be a father. And when the truth finally comes out? Rick is stunned. Shane is speechless. Daryl is somewhere between disbelief and a very long, very quiet stare. Because apparently, surviving the apocalypse wasn’t complicated enough. You had to go and get pregnant by one of your three secret lovers. You just don’t know which one. And perhaps the strangest part of all? None of them are angry. Because beneath the shock, the confusion, and the realizat