“They are,” Daisy agreed. “The sooner they are out, the better, and my poor spine and bladder will be thankful for it.”
“Have you thought about names yet?”
Daisy’s brow furrowed. “Nothing sounds right, honestly. I’m kind of hoping that, once they come out, I’ll be able to figure out their name just by looking at them. Cole wanted his child to take his name if it was a boy, but I don’t think I’ll be doing that considering he split the moment I told him I was pregnant.” She chuckled wryly.
There was no way in hell the baby was going to take that fucker's name when he hadn't been present for a single moment of its life. Having a child named after you was an honor—one that childish idiot didn’t deserve in the slightest.
“There’s no rush,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “We’ve got weeks yet.”
“It’ll come sooner than we think, and with Cole doing what he’s doing...” She took a deep breath. “I’m so nervous.”
“Daisy...” I pulled back, ensuring she was looking at me. “Regardless of what’s happening, do you still want to be bonded to me? If this isn't what you want, we will do everything we can to protect you and your child. We can get lawyers involved. Between my career and Nate’s, we have connections that we can use.”
“No!” Daisy shook her head vehemently. “I do want this, but I don’t want you to feel pressured into it. I’ve got a lot of baggage.”
“Well, I want to be bonded to you more than anything else; I don’t care about baggage. Have you seen my arm muscles? I can carry it all.”
“You know you’re going to be stuck with me?” she asked softly.
“Oh no, the horror,” I deadpanned, before we both broke into laughter.
“I’m thinking about making tacos tomorrow. What do you think?” I asked, changing the topic.
When Daisy didn’t reply, I tilted my head, only to see her eyes closed, as she had swiftly passed out, her cheek pressed up against my chest.
Using my free hand, I gently brushed the hair out of her face, appreciating her unabashedly for a few minutes before letting my own exhaustion take over and following my omega into a good night’s sleep.
Awareness tugged at my consciousness, a warm sensation slowly spreading through my abdomen. Thick, sweet perfume hit my nose. For a split second, I thought I was waking up in a bakery, because sweet apple pie was smothering my nostrils—and my body was taking notice.
Before I even took a second to open my eyes, I knew I was hard as rock. My entire body felt tense, even though I was only just waking up.
I was usually at a permanent state of arousal, thanks to Daisy, but this was something more. Light fingers circled my cock, lazily dragging themselves up and down.
Neither of my hands were on my cock.
So, who was touching it?
Cracking my eyelid open, I looked at the omega lying curled into my chest. Her hand in my boxers, our blankets long since discarded, and her legs tangled with mine.
Was she asleep as well?
The small smile on her face made me think she wasn’t.
That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was how fucking good her hand felt on me.
If I didn't hold myself together, I was going to finish in thirty seconds flat, like a teenage boy.
“You’re not fooling me,” I said, my voice thick from sleep.
Her smile widened and her eyelids cracked open. “Who said I was trying to fool you? I was just enjoying myself. I can stop if you want?” she asked, her eyes widening innocently as her hand stilled.
“I didn't say that,” I drawled as my hand snaked around her back, tugging sharply, so she was on top of me.
She followed my guidance easily, straddling me so her core was pressed against my cock, with only two thin scraps of fabric between us. Her hair was mussed, her eyelids heavy, as she smirked at me lazily.
“Don’t you have to get to practice?” she asked, her hands softly running over my chest.
“Nope. You’ve got me all morning,” I told her, my hands resting lightly on her hips, pulling her tighter to me, grinding her sweet pussy against me. The friction made her whimper. Her eyes closing, she threw her head back, exposing her neck.