Page 24 of Blooming for His Omega

“You’re not?” This scared me more than anything else that had been going on lately. “Do you feel all right?”

“Yes.” His cheeks colored, and he could not meet my eye. “But I ate them.”

“All of them?” A full batch?

“While you were working on the changing table, I went for a drink of water and spotted the tray on the sink. Are you mad?”

“No of course not. But it is a lot of sugar for you in one sitting.”

“You’re right, alpha. But I can still have a glass of milk, can’t I?”

“Why don’t you have a nice relaxing shower, and I’ll go down for the milk and see what else I can scrounge.”

He hugged me as closely as his currently round shape allowed. “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“Never. But I won’t bake more cookies unless you promise to show more care in how many you gobble.”

Of course he agreed and then went to the bathroom for his shower.

I finished up a few things in the nursery then went to the kitchen for his snack. I returned with a tray, holding his milk as well as some woven wheat crackers and sharp cheddar only to find my omega asleep in bed, the covers down at his hips and his bump swelling toward the ceiling. He needed rest more than food, it seemed. Still full of cookies, the scamp.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cicek

I hadn’t spoken to Zion all day. He was testing out some new recipes and offerings for the boxes in the store, plus, he had three huge orders for boards that were going to be picked up today. Of course, he had recommended my shop for the flowers for the wedding reception and so, the last week had been a big one for me as well. My flowers had been picked up already, and I was exhausted from head to toe.

Zion texted me pictures of different things he’d come up with during the day and sent Scott over with tester items but, even though we spent all our time together we could, I missed my big teddy bear.

I closed up shop and walked over, noticing that the line went out of the shop and down the sidewalk.

What in the world was happening? I went into the shop after being blocked by some people in line. I had to explain that I was mated to the owner, and that was the only reason they let me through.

“Scott?” I asked Zion’s brother as I made it behind the counter. “How can I help?”

Scott put me to work after Zion grumbled a good bit about me being on my feet and explained that Camila, an influencer who had come in weeks ago, had posted her experience on Instagram and tagged Zion’s shop in the post. He’d thought she was just an ordinary customer and had been shocked to realize her reach. She’d tagged mine as well, but people wanted cheese and meat before roses. I didn’t blame them one bit.

I made box after box, according to the instructions in the binder Zion kept for everything in the store, laminated and categorized by facets of the business. I was currently making the sweets and treats box. It had brownie bites, cake pops, and a sampling of all the treats offered by his shop.

Scott was working on the carnivore, a meat-and-cheese-only box.

Zion was calling out names for readied orders while his two part-time workers were staying overtime to help with checking out.

The line finally died down after a few hours, and now I knew why I hadn’t heard from my mate all day.

He’d been up to his eyeballs in business.

“Holy shit,” Scott said, putting his hands on his hips after Zion closed the door and flipped the sign.

“That was crazy,” I said. “Holy shit is right.”

“No.” He looked at the floor in front of me. “Holy shit, Cicek. I think your water just broke.”

I gazed at the floor sideways, since my belly disrupted the view, and a small puddle of clear liquid surrounded my feet. I had felt something down there, but our babe was active so I never knew.

Huh.

Zion moved into action. “Come on. To the healer with you. The baby is coming. Scott, can you go to the house and get the bags?” He had already mopped the floor and had me in his arms before everything registered.

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