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My hand slides over my face as I curse at the ceiling.

I’m so incredibly fucked.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I prepare for a long night.

It doesn’t take five minutes for the little omega to roll to face me. She wiggles in her sleep, scooting closer. I pull my arm up, tossing it on the pillow above her head.

The migration continues until she’s basically sleeping with her face plastered to my chest. She smells so sweet, it’s nearly impossible to keep from tugging her until she’s completely on top of me.

Then again, I don’t know if it’s safe for her to put weight on the baby belly. I settle for pulling my arm off the pillow and resting my hand on her hip.

“Oh, you didn’t leave,” she mumbles, like she’s still half asleep. “Wow, you smell really good. Just stay right there, okay?”

My eyebrows rise as I look down at her long lashes fanning over her cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere, Mama.”

So. Incredibly. Fucked.

Chapter Ten

Brooklyn

Iwake up with a languid stretch that instantly puts me on high alert. It’s not an exaggeration that I can count on one hand the number of times over the last three years that I’ve woken up on my own. Libby is an excellent alarm clock. On the rare days she doesn’t wake me, my phone alarm does.

I panic, struggling to sit straight up.

Damn.

That’s getting harder with every passing day.

My nose picks up on Noble’s scent.

Even though it’s a huge undertaking, I still roll to the side, huffing deep hits of his smell from my pillow.

Okay, so, it wasn't a dream that I talked to him last night.

I shove my legs off the edge of the bed and prepare to check on my kid.

My hand flies to cradle my stomach.

Right after a quick bathroom break, because it’s an emergency.

My nose twitches with the scent of breakfast cooking as I make it into the living room.

Holy crap.

Did Lennox actually stay up to let me sleep in a little? I’m going to give her a very heartfelt hug.

I really needed a good night’s sleep.

My head shakes as I try to remember the last time I woke up feeling this refreshed.

It’s wild.

I can’t remember the last time I woke up without a headache and random body aches.

“I can do it,” Libby says as I come around the curve that leads to the kitchen. It’s open to part of the living room, but the side near my bedroom is closed in.

“That’s probably enough, unless you want the world’s biggest pancake,” Noble says as he helps her pull up the measuring cup.

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