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We all agreed.

He slowly turned it over.

Not one but two lines appeared.

He was pregnant.

“We’re having a baby,” Craig squeed.

“Yeah, my love.” Trace kissed him. “We’re having a baby.”

Trace pulled us into a hug, and I sank into my mates’ arms, happier than I’d ever been. We were going to be dads.

Chapter Sixteen

Ralph

Time moved so fast since we found one another and moved in together. Trace’s grams had not been gone too long, but the house was already feeling neglected, and we used a lot of our spare time fixing it up and planting a garden—basically making the house our home. We replaced a lot of the furnishings with ones from our place or Trace’s, but we kept all the family pictures just as she’d had them. Craig and I even added some of our own, and soon there would be a new collection.

Already, we had a photo up with the three of us and Lion, who was a whole lot less of a neighborhood cat now and more a family pet—although he did visit a few of the other houses just to see what they had to eat from time to time.

Dragon’s Landing had welcomed us, and Cyrus and Boen, his mate, had become good friends. They recommended their midwife who had experience with pregnant shifters, something we thought might be a good idea since our human omega was carrying a child with at least some shifter DNA.

She gave Craig a clean bill of health, but since she did not have an ultrasound machine, she could tell us no more than that there was more than likely a single baby and that there were no signs for concern.

“I still think I need to get a job,” he argued yet again one day. “I don’t want you two to have to support me.”

“You more than pull your weight around here just in taking care of us,” Trace argued back. “And you’re carrying our young. That, in the shifter world, is a full-time job.”

“If you find a job you want to do, we’ll make it work,” I added, not for the first time. “But not just because you feel like you need to bring in money. We have enough.” I finished mycoffee and stood up. “That said, I am heading for the office. Coming, Trace?”

“I’m with you. We’ll see you at lunchtime, omega ours.” He kissed Craig and headed down the hall. I did the same, settling behind my half of the partner desk we’d bought at an estate sale and hunkering down for the morning. Since I worked with headphones on, I didn’t hear the commotion until my stomach rumbling let me know it was time to eat.

But when I pulled off my headphones, thumping and banging filled my ears.

“Trace.” I tapped his side of the desk to get his attention, and he pulled his headphones off too.

“Lunch?” he asked before freezing. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t like it.”

Together, we left the office and padded down the hall in search of both the source of the noise and our omega.

“Craig?” I called just as an extra loud crash sounded from upstairs.

“That sounds like it came from our bedroom,” Trace said, already on his way up. “Craig! Where are you?”

I followed Trace and together, we made the top landing and darted down the hallway to the master suite. We’d combined two bedrooms and the adjoining bath into a comfortable and spacious area, but it currently sounded like it was being torn down by construction workers.

Or one pregnant omega. He was so intent on pushing furniture away from one corner of the room that he didn’t even look up when we came in.

“Oh, he can’t do that,” I growled, stomping over to where he was trying to drag an antique armoire somewhere. “Craig. What are you doing?”

“I need to get it ready,” he panted. “They’re coming.”

“Who is coming?” I lifted him off his feet and carried him over to the bed where I pushed him gently down to sit. “Whatever you need, we can do it for you.”

“I have to do it.” He tried to stand, but I held him in place. “Please, they are going to be here soon.”

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