Page 4 of Pack Plus Three

“Hush.” I waved away the notion. The most beautiful omega I’d ever met was in my house, wanting my food. Not for my autograph, not for skating tips, not making a bid for my money. For my food. “I’ve got plenty. My mother sends me loads. How about strawberry mochi? It’s a soft rice cake.”

“So, the sweet version of what I just ate?” she asked with an adorable frown.

“Basically!” I grinned. I hadn’t made the connection before.

“If you’re sure you don’t mind.”

“I’m happy to share. Gilbert is crappy dinner company.”

“He’s so sweet,” she said, looking at the dog sleeping at her feet.

“He would let someone break in and steal everything if they gave him a treat.”

“Well, he and I have that in common. Food is the way to our hearts.” She beamed down at the dog.

I took our plates, putting them in the sink and grabbing two mochi packets out of the pantry.

“Do you need help cleaning up? It’s the least I can do,” she said from her seat, bracing her hand on the table, like she was going to try and stand up.

“You keep your butt there! You should be resting. My mother and sister would skin me alive if they found out I let a pregnant woman clean up—and I happen to like my skin.”

“It is annoyingly clear skin.” Daisy nodded with a serious face.

“It’s those good genes,” I said, placing the mochi in front of her. She took one with a smile and gently nibbled on it.

“My lord!” Her beautiful green eyes found mine, and my heart tripped. “This is so good. My stomach hasn’t been this happy in weeks.”

“Glad I can help. Have you been having any cravings?”

It would, of course, be insane for me to make a mental note of them for later.

“Loads, but I don’t have a car, so unless I want to catch a night bus when I have a three a.m. craving, I have to ignore it.”

A night bus? We lived in a decent area, but those buses were not the safest. The idea of a tiny pregnant omega on one of those filled me with worry.

I wanted to tell her that I would happily drive her to the store if she needed, but that would be coming on a little strong. We were practically strangers.

“Well, if I can satisfy any cravings, let me know. I’m at your disposal.” I smiled.

Her face turned bright red. Ahh. Did that sound dirty?

“Thank you.” She composed herself, fighting her smile before her hand flew to her side and she hissed gently.

“Kicks?” I asked.

Daisy nodded. “Strong ones. I love this little parasite already, but I’m not sure they love me with the way they are using my insides as a punching bag.”

“Do you know what you’re having?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. The, uh...dad wanted to know, but he didn’t bother showing up for the one appointment I booked and told him about, so I decided to find out on their birthday.”

What sort of pathetic excuse for a human didn’t attend sonograms for his own child? She had already mentioned she didn’t have a car, which meant she was traveling alone on a crowded bus to attend doctor’s appointments without anyone looking out for her.

Someone needed a punch to the dick. I didn’t know who this guy was, but I already hated him.

My entire home smelled like apples and sugar, and I found it comforting. Gilbert clearly didn’t mind, either; he was still fast asleep at Daisy’s feet.

“My family is far too impatient. My sister found out the moment she could and decorated the nursery in every shade of blue imaginable. It was like a tornado of blue had come crashing through the house. Between my sister and mother...” I shook my head at the memory. “Dad and I just hid in the basement and discussed work until they summoned us to build furniture. Then we bought them cupcakes and left them to it.”