Page 21 of Blooming for His Omega

“Do you think so?” He typed into his phone then looked up and beamed at me. “He said yes. Let’s go see our baby.”

“Our baby sounds very nice.”

“Oh, they’re a gem. Always kicking their daddy, and I swear they have gas.”

We arrived a few minutes later and were ushered into the exam room right away. “Thank you guys for coming today. My mate wants to spend the day together tomorrow, and after the cancellation today, we were able to squeeze everyone in either today or day after tomorrow.”

“No worries.” I helped my mate up onto the table, the familiar crinkle of paper the same as any healer’s office I’d ever been to. “And Cicek said you are going to do an ultrasound?”

“Sure. He has reported no problems, but we know our daddies love to get a peek at their little ones. Did you want to know the sex?”

We looked at each other then back at the healer. “I think we want to be surprised,” my mate said. “If that’s all right.”

“Of course. Now lie back and push up your shirt.”

He obeyed and, while I watched, the healer squeezed some gel onto my omega’s stomach. “Not too cold, right? The warmer has been acting up.”

“No, it’s fine.” He smiled up at me. “Ready to see them?”

I took his hand and lifted it to my lips to kiss. “I’ve waited for this all my life.”

As we watched in silence, Quinn moved the device over his belly then smiled. “Here they are.” He pointed out various features, omitting information we didn’t want yet. Or maybe we did want it, but we had decided to wait, to be surprised. “Looks like everything is as it should be for this hoglet.”

A hedgehog. For just a moment, I’d forgotten that this baby couldn’t be a bear, but I didn’t care. The tiny thing moved around inside my omega, growing every day until it was ready to join us in the big world.

“Quinn, I have a question.”

“Sure.” He set down the device and flicked off the screen. “What did you want to know?”

“Everything I’m reading says I have to limit coffee to one tiny one a day. Even as a shifter?”

“I’d prefer you had none, but one won’t hurt. Like everything else, moderation.”

“One is less than moderation,” he growled, accepting the wet wipes to clean off his stomach. “Next thing you’ll be saying is not to put any sugar in it.”

“Well, now that you mention it, sugar isn’t the best fuel for baby.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” my omega said to his stomach. “So much.”

And I loved them both more than I’d ever dreamed I could love anyone. “How about shifting, Quinn? Is it okay if he does that?”

“A hedgehog? Sure. As long as he feels up to it, go for it. They’re among the lucky ones.”

“It’s something!” Cicek gave me a small smile. “Can we go now? Out where you took me the first time?”

“Of course, omega.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“And then tacos.” At the truck conveniently close to the area we went to run. Sneaky omega.

Chapter Twenty

Cicek

The only thing cuter than our little gray cottage with the yellow door and yellow shutters was my alpha.

He wouldn’t let me lift a thing over a few pounds and got up early and moved a bunch of stuff with his brother before I woke up.

I slept like the dead now. Every noise and movement didn’t wake me up anymore. I didn’t have to exert myself, paying attention to every chagrin or face, each change in tone or word from Zion. I was no longer in a bear trap, waiting for it to snap and trap me.

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