Page 27 of Such a Lovely Omega

“No!” I said. “If you know, then I’m going to fold and make you tell me.”

“Okay, okay.” Alex put his hands up, palms out. “No reveal. Let’s get back to the important stuff. Everything look healthy to you?”

“Let me take some measurements but yes, right now, this one is a feisty baby. Lots of movement. Good growth from what I can tell. Womb looks healthy. One minute.”

The healer took all kinds of screenshots of measurements and then printed out plenty of pictures for us to keep.

“Everything is going very well,” the healer said, slapping his thighs after cleaning my belly up. “Measurements are right where they should be. Is there anything you have questions about or concerns?”

We talked a little about nutrition and making sure I avoided caffeine. I had done that the entire pregnancy and while I wasn’t pleased about it, I knew it was best for our little one.

We left the healer with smiles. After today, we would be going in more frequently to do checks since I was nearing my due date.

“Our cub’s gonna be here before we know it,” Alex said.

“They are. I’m excited but a little scared too.” Admitting that was tough.

“About the labor or about being a daddy?”

My stomach swirled with worry. “Both.”

Alex reached over to me in the car and took my hand in his. “It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to worry.”

I sighed. “I want to be strong for you and for our cub.”

Alex stopped on the side of the road. “Listen to me well, omega. You can be strong and afraid at the same time. It’s called bravery, and you are one of the bravest people I know.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Alex

I was downstairs at home, finishing up some ordering for Cuffed when my wolf stirred inside me. He was well aware of our mate’s movements upstairs. West had been restless lately, at the very time his body needed him to rest. And I was working at the house as much as possible.

The healer wanted him to take it easy, but my omega had no plans to do so. Lately, he would often get up in the middle of the night to pace the house, claiming he was achy or couldn’t get comfortable.

It was times like these that I wished I could be pregnant in his place. To carry the weight of our child. To endure the changes and fluctuations. Take all the discomfort away from him.

And that part had only just begun.

If I was honest with myself, I didn’t know how I was going to be able to handle seeing him endure the pain of labor.

My mate in excruciating pain? Even if it was going to end with the arrival of our child.

I shut my laptop and went upstairs with some red raspberry leaf tea the healer said would help West bring in his milk supply and have it be plenty once it was time to chest feed. Plus, West loved the taste of it, and it seemed to soothe him a bit.

“I brought hot tea,” I said, walking into our bedroom. How I ever thought this place was home without him was beyond me. We could live in a box, and it would be home because of his presence.

“And you brought me a hot alpha. Yummy.”

West paused near the bed, his hands resting on his lower back. “Are you hurting?” I asked.

“A little. Bit of a backache. Nothing to fret over.”

I chuckled, setting his tea on the night table. “Fretting is my favorite. How can I help?”

“Let’s watch our show.”

“That I can do. Come on, I’ll rub your back while we watch.”

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