Page 23 of Sizzling for His Omega

Leon turned toward me, holding a large bottle of water in his hand. “Why not?”

I clapped my hand on my forehead. “When you said drink, I thought…”

“You thought what? Ohhh.” He held up the water.“Absolutely not. You need to have enough liquid in your abdomen for the device to give us an image of the baby. Sorry. Did you want to drink? I have heard for pregnant omegas an occasional glass of wine or beer isn’t a problem. We can ask Quinn when we get there.”

I laughed at that. “No. I just misunderstood. I don’t have any experience with these things. And I’m going to be a father.”

“It’s just tech. And it will give Quinn more information about how the baby is doing and if there are any concerns he hasn’t spotted.” Leon led me out into the garage and opened the door of the new SUV he bought as our family vehicle. “And we get a good look at the baby, too.”

“I’m nervous.”

Leon closed the door and went around to get in. The remote activated the outside door and as it rolled up, he patted my hand. “I understand. And as your alpha, I try not to push you into things, so if you really don’t want to do it, we’ll tell Quinn that we prefer not to have the scan.”

And this was the difference, one anyway, between my fated mate and my ex. He would have demanded I do it his way, and Leon always wanted me to feel that I was doing things in a way that made me comfortable. And happy. And that in turn made me feel safe trusting him to help me do the right thing.

It was an incredibly comforting feeling. Much better than I felt after downing that giant bottle of water, along the road.

When we got to Quinn’s office, he took us right back. “We don’t like to keep pregnant omegas who have a full bladder waiting.”

“Thank you so much.” I hoped the scan didn’t take long or I’d be in trouble.

“We were just saying we’re not sure we want to do the ultrasound today.” Leon’s words had me spinning to look at him. “We’re sorry to have cost you time.”

“Oh, really? Did you forget to drink the water, Tobias?” Quinn looked surprised.

“No, I drank it all,” I told him. “My bladder is about to explode.”

“Then why are you saying you don’t want the scan?”

Technically I hadn’t, but Leon had. “No, we do want it.” I focused on the healer to avoid my mate’s accusing glance—should there be one.

“I see.” Quinn looked back and forth between us. “Your mate sounds like he doesn’t want you to have one. What are your concerns, Leon?”

And then we were both looking at my mate, whose frustration was evident in his expression, and I felt it necessary to clear up the misunderstanding before he exploded. Not in rage or anything but literally. His face was so red…

“It’s not Leon. He’s fine with it, but I wasn’t sure I was. I am now though. Let’s get started before my bladder bursts or I lose control of it entirely.”

After all that, it didn’t take long, and seeing the baby was priceless. It didn’t hurt, wasn’t even really uncomfortable, and I got to take a scan home with me to frame. They were adorable. It even took some of the sting out when Quinn suggested, firmly, that it was time for me to start my paternity leave.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Leon

One of the managers from Tobias’ restaurant came over and delivered some lunch for us. I’d plated it up for him when I heard a moan come from the bedroom, put down the tray I’d prepared, and rushed in. My mate was stubborn and, even though he was put on bed rest, wanted to get up and do things himself. Of course, he chose the moments I wasn’t in the room to attempt such feats.

I called out his name as I approached.

“I’m here,” he answered. “I’m not out of bed, I swear.”

“Then what’s going on, omega?” I asked, my heart beating hard. That moan wasn’t one of passion; it was one of pain.

“I don’t know. My back is hurting again. I think I just need to get up and stretch a bit.” We’d attributed that off-again, on-again ache to sitting too long.

“I’ve got you.” I helped him out of bed and onto his feet. But as soon as he was upright, I heard a squeak followed by a splash. “Tobias?” I asked, thinking he’d had some kind of accident, but then I realized as he had—this wasn’t urine. Our eyes met, his wide with knowing. “Your water broke.”

“My water broke. Oh, oh, Leon, the pains I’ve been having. Call Quinn. Please. Please, call him.”

“I will. Let’s get you in the shower.”

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