Page 21 of Sizzling for His Omega

The room we still had a lot of work to do in…and the scent of paint grew stronger. Along with a rumble of outrage from deep inside me. No. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t have bought paint and painted the room. Not without me. Or at least without talking to me.

I pushed the door open and growled. This room was for our baby. We hadn’t even decided on a color and here it was not only painted, but someone had put together the crib. What the hell?

I turned on a heel, intent on going to find my alpha, but he’d already found me.

“You’re home and you found my surprise.” He pecked me on the lips and patted my arms. “I wanted to be here when you saw it. Well?”

Did he have no idea what he’d done? I struggled to come up with an explanation for why I wanted to bite his head off, one that would sound logical and not like a ridiculous pregnant hormonal display. “Um, it is a surprise.”

“I think it came out nice. I finished it and then thought, Ibet the best thing to do would be to put the crib together. You know how complicated it was with all those parts and I thought…omega, is something wrong?”

“How did you even know what color paint to get?”

Without me.

“I bought the one you pointed out in the paint store that day.” He moved past me into the room. “I think it was a good choice, don’t you?”

And all the wind went out of my sails. I had indeed pointed out a color, and he’d not only been paying attention but remembered what it was and then, after a long day of painting, he’d done the one task in the nursery I had been dreading.

“It’s great, Leon. Thank you for doing all this for me.” I waited for him to come out of the room where I wasn’t supposed to go until the paint was absolutely dry then wrapped my arms around him in the best hug I could manage with a belly the size of a basketball. “You’re the most wonderful alpha ever.”

He patted my back awkwardly. “It looked like you were upset though.”

“Just moved. I love you, alpha.”

His arms came around me. “And I love you.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Leon

Tobias came into the workshop with a sheen of sweat along his brow. His T-shirt showed the lower part of his belly, not because it rose up during his shift but because he was now almost eight months pregnant and ten times more gorgeous as the days went on. “I have a problem.”

I set my tools down and wiped off my hands. “Let’s solve it.”

He snorted. “I love that. Okay. Here it is. I’m getting bigger by the minute, and now I’m having trouble maneuvering around the kitchen and look at this situation.” He pointed to his belly. “I’m not a crop-top kind of omega. And yet, here we are crop-topping the fuck out of today.”

I covered my mouth to quell my smile. “I’ve never heard you curse that way before.”

“Yeah, well, feeling like a whale put me in a mood. I still have another month or so, Leon. I mean, I can still get around the kitchen with some strategic moves and yelling out when I’m behind someone, but this clothes situation…honestly, I don’t know how you can stand to look at me like this.”

“First of all, let’s kick that notion to the curb. No matter what shape you are, you will always be the most beautiful man in the world to me. And second, your clothes are no problem. Let’s go and get some new ones. Longer shirts. Maybe you relent and let me buy you some actual paternity clothes.”

He stomped his foot. Oh, it was really bad if he was doing that. “I hate those clothes. They are frumpy and…I hate them.”

“Good reasons. But the newest clothes are anything but frumpy. Anything is better than the crop tops, unless you are into them now. No judgment from me. I don’t mind seeing your belly peeking out.”

“Ugh, it’s the worst. Plus, it’s a hazard at work.”

“That’s true. Come on. Let’s go do some shopping.”

We spent only a few hours getting some basics for him. Shirts that were longer and pants he didn’t have to wrangle on. He kicked up a fuss about the amount I spent on him, but I was secretly hoping that one day he would need those paternity clothes again. A big family was everything I’d ever wanted, but the choice would be up to him. He was the one who had to carry the babies in his belly.

“I only have one month or so left, alpha. It’s too much.”

“Come on,” I said, kissing his temple as we left the mall. “It’s my treat for you. Speaking of treats, there’s a frozen yogurt place over there. I think I know a bear who loves frozen yogurt. Do you?”

“Gods, the cheesecake flavor owns my heart,” he moaned and got into the truck.

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