Page 27 of The Alpha Grizzly's Mate

I froze. Could it be? Could I be having his baby?

“But then you burped, so I thought maybe it was indigestion.”

“Could this day get any grosser? Could I get any grosser?” He buried his face in my chest.

“Nope. It’s as gross as it needs to be.” Levi kissed the top of my head. “So, what are you thinking?”

I looked up at him. “You think…you think I’m pregnant?”

“Maybe.”

We already had five cubs, and that didn’t worry him at all? But one more? That was a lot more work, especially with a newborn. We’d make it work, and I’d love to bear his cub, but objectively it was a lot.

“Are you worried it might be too much for us to handle?” I asked my biggest fear out loud, stripping it of its power. “Doesn’t it worry you?”

“Nope. We’ve got this, omega mine. How about you? Does it worry you?”

“No…but we weren’t planning this.”

“We weren’t exactly not been planning it either.” He had a point. We’d been going at it like bunnies and not once even pretended to care about birth control.

“So, how do we know for sure if—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence, my excitement too strong.

“Well, I think we get you a test.” He stood up and held his hand out for mine. I grabbed onto it as the lifeline it was.

We didn’t need to go far.

Tyrus was standing outside the bedroom door, holding one in his hand.

“My mate said you were gonna need this soon and made me bring it. I’m guessing puking because of paint means you need it now.”

I snatched it from him and ran into the bathroom, not even acknowledging his comment.

The directions said I had to wait three minutes.

But as I set it on the counter to wash my hands, it had already changed: one bar to two.

I was pregnant. Growing inside me was the tiny being our love created. I was going to be a father. I ran out, threw my arms around my mate, and held him close.

“We’re gonna have a baby.” I pushed up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

“We are, my love. We’re gonna have a baby, and I hope he’s just like you.” Levi tapped the tip of my nose.

I shook my head. “He can’t be just like me because I want him to be just like you.”

He chuckled. “Huh. Maybe he can be a perfect mixture of both of us.”

“Or she.” Or one of each. Only time would tell.

“Whoever they are, I can’t wait to meet them.”

“I can’t either.” He brought his lips to a fraction of an inch from my own. “I love you.”

He pressed the sweetest kiss to my lips.

I didn’t know what living truly meant before him.

But now—now I knew.

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