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Cade just chuckles at the response he’s gotten used to by now. “Really. I love you so much. I’m so fucking happy we’re together. You’re mine and I’m yours through vacations and kids and everyday bullshit. I want to do it all with you by my side.”

I smile so wide that my cheeks hurt. “Okay. I think we can make that happen.”

“I know you can. We’re in this together. Hopefully forever.”

My stomach warms at the thought of spending the rest of my life with Cade. That sounds perfect to me.

Chapter Eleven

Cade

I turn the radio on in the kitchen, swinging my hips back and forth as I move from the fridge to the stove.

“How does pancakes sound, sweetheart?”

Spencer steps into the room wearing nothing but a towel, low on his hips. My eyes drift down to his round belly, following the line of his treasure trail down to where it’s hidden by the towel. My mouth runs dry. Jesus, my mate is so hot.

Finally, my eyes snap up to Spencer’s face. He’s watching me with amusement, his eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for me to answer him.

“What?”

Spencer chuckles. “I said, pancakes sound amazing.”

“Oh. Right. Yes, that’s what I was working on!”

“Your brain is stuck in the gutters, love.”

“Can I blame pregnancy hormones?”

“Absolutely,” he says, stepping over to me and wrapping his arms around my neck. Instinctively, my hands go to his hips. Heleans his body against mine and we begin to sway to the music. Spencer lets out a sigh, his entire body relaxing as we slow dance in the kitchen together.

“Hey, Cade?”

“Yes?”

“I love you,” Spencer says, his voice almost dreamlike. I tilt my head up and kiss the bottom of his chin.

“I love you too.” Then one of my hands moves to his stomach, cupping it gently before patting my own stomach. The pregnancy has done nothing but heighten Spencer’s beauty. I can’t get enough of him. “And I love you both,” I say to Spencer’s stomach. “Daddy can’t wait to meet you both.”

Spencer gasps and before I can ask what’s wrong, something splatters across the floor and over my feet. My socks are suddenly soaked.

When I said I couldn’t wait to meet the babies I didnotmean they had to comeright now!

We stare at each other for a long moment before I’m moving. I turn off the stove, usher Spencer to the bathroom to clean up, and call our midwife. Once I know she’s on her way, I go back to Spencer, rubbing his back while he sits under the hot stream of the shower, not caring that I’m getting soaked from the water. All I care about is taking care of my mate and helping him usher our child into the world.

“You okay, sweetheart. Everything feeling okay?”

“Hurts. But not too bad. I’m okay. Don’t leave me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Spencer. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I love you so much and I’m so proud of you.”

Spencer whimpers as he leans his face against the tiles of the shower, one hand rubbing his stomach, the other pressed against his face. Right now I’m watching exactly what’s going to happen to me in a few more months. Fuck. It wasn’t that long ago I was waxing poetic about how wonderful it is that we getto experience this together as omegas but now, I’m not so sure it’s as beautiful as I tried to make it sound. Or maybe I’m just suddenly scared shitless!

I’m not sure how long we stay like that until I hear our doorbell ring.

“Are you okay? Can I go let Shelby in?”

“That’s fine but you have to promise you’ll come right back.”

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