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“I’m pregnant, Ashton. Not sick. I don’t need to sleep all day.”

“I wasn’t thinking of a nap.” My mate winked at me as he opened the door leading into the hall.

The doctor shook his head and chuckled. “I remember those kinds of ‘naps’ with my mate. I know the way out. No need to walk me to the door.”

“Oh.” I felt my cheeks heat as Ashton closed the bedroom door and walked back toward the bed.

Staying in bed suddenly sounded like the best idea ever.

Chapter Twelve

Ashton

I never understood the saying about walking on a cloud—until the moment I found out my mate was pregnant and I was about to be a father. I couldn’t imagine a more ecstatic feeling in the world.

“You’re grinning again.” Leo nudged me in the side. We sat in the living room, curled on the large brown couch. Snuggling under a cozy throw blanket and watching some rom-com, I was in heaven holding my omega.

“Sorry, I didn’t know I was supposed to suppress those.” I bent over to kiss Leo’s forehead as he lay on my chest. “I can’t help it, babe. The idea of having a family with you is too amazing not to.”

“You sure it’s not too soon though? We’re only just getting to know one another, and now we’re adding to the family.” Leo stared up at me and bit his lower lip. “I didn’t think this would happen.”

“Are you upset that it has?” A small ping of disappointment rolled through me at the thought that my omega wasn’t as pleased as I was to face parenthood. But we could overcome anything. I just needed to know where we each stood. “There may be options if you need to think about it.”

“No, Ash. I told you before.” Leo shook his head and lowered it back down onto my chest, looking away from me. “I don’t want to look over my options. I know what they are and I knowwhat is right for not only us but for myself. This is our baby, and I already have so much love for them that I can’t even measure. But my anxiety is preventing me from just accepting this moment and living in it. I am scared, and the danger is still out there. You and I are still new, and a baby changes so much that even well-established couples fall apart sometimes after a child. I want to shut off my brain so I can stop thinking about all the what-ifs and start feeling as happy as you have been looking since we saw that tiny blob on the ultrasound machine.”

“I mean, I think I have a few ideas on how to get you out of your mind and into the mode of just feeling.” I ran my hand down his back and over the curve of his ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Or if you would rather work this out now by talking through the fears, I can manage that, too. Tell me what you need.”

“Right now, I need you.” Leo lifted himself up and slid higher on my body so that our hardening cocks aligned and he could reach my mouth. “We can discuss this later with words, but I just want to feel you right now. Everywhere.”

“I can do that.” I captured his mouth with my own and again marveled at his perfect taste. His addictive sugar cookies and chai scent surrounded me. He usually used oils to change his scent and encourage different moods, attracting different outcomes, like a cinnamon scent for luck or coffee to invigorate his motivations. But the pure scent of my omega was my favorite. “Damn, baby. You smell so good.”

“You feel so good.” Leo rubbed his body against mine and leaned down, nibbling my neck.

Absolutely, I was in heaven and never wanted to leave.

Ring.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, groaning at the name of the contact from the police station, Captain Matthews, shining back at me. “Fuck, Ihave to take this. It’s the captain and most likely an update on the case.”

“If they tell me that everything is over and I don’t have to worry any longer, I’ll forgive them.” Leo rose off of me and adjusted his clothes. “I’m going to go grab us some water. Take the call.”

Shaking my head, I hit accept. “Agent Miller here. How can I help you, Captain Matthews?”

“Ah, good evening, Mr. Miller.” My jaw clenched at the sound of him purposely not addressing me as an agent. But I would let this one time pass, sort of.

“You as well, Mr. Matthews.”

I was petty, what more could I say?

“So.” Captain Matthews huffed. “AgentMiller, I’m calling to ask if you and Mr. Wilson can come on down to the station.”

“Is there something wrong?” Tension radiated through me at the thought that even more danger was after my mate.

“Not at all,” the captain said. “It’s just that we were able to apprehend a suspect in the case of Harvey Larson’s murder and thought that Mr. Wilson could provide more insight after hearing the testimony. I have also called in your colleagues and thought maybe the details we can obtain during questioning would help dislodge Mr. Wilson’s memories of that night. So, can you two come in? Perhaps in the next hour or so?”

“I believe we can do that.” I glanced at the time and saw that it was already well into the evening. “I think the guards are on a shift change right now. I’ll ask one of them to follow us.”

“See you then.” Captain Matthews hung up without another word.

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