Page 71 of Unexpected Delivery

My eye twitches, and I turn back to the stove to redirect myself.

“I recommend dabbing a few drops on your wrist,” Morris says. “Arbor was a big fan, and we almost didn’t buy it. It’s expensive as hell but worth it.”

“So, does that mean she’s healed from her stitches?” Hael asks as Gracie begins to fuss.

“We didn’t have sex, if that’s what you’re asking,” Morris replies, heading to the dish rack. “You’ll have to ask Arbor yourself.”

“I wasn’t being a dick,” Hael says, sounding defensive. “I’m happy for you. When the two of you got in last night, she seemed lighter than I’ve seen her yet.”

“Mine tonight,” I grunt like a caveman. Dropping the spatula on the plate next to the stove, I swipe a hand over my face. Ever since I scented Arbor’s arousal last night, my vision keeps going foggy—at least, any time I recall the smell.

“I’m not sure she’ll be willing to be away from Gracie two nights in a row,” Hael says thoughtfully. “But I’d be happy to keep the baby.”

Fuck.

That’s a good point.

“Shit,” I mutter, snatching the spatula to pull the eggs out of the pan. “Fine, I’m claiming Arbor today. I’ll take her on our date after my training session. Then maybe you can keep an eye on the baby around the house tonight while we watch a movie or something.” I shrug. “Or Gracie can stay with us. Whatever, I just need some one-on-one time with Arbor before I end up completely feral.”

“Hey, I’m a person, too, you know,” Hael says, mimicking a child’s voice. He returns to his own tone before going on. “Morris and I should probably keep Gracie. You don’t want to scar her for life or anything.”

Morris snorts. “She’s not even two months old. In a lot of countries, babies and even kids sleep in the room with their parents until preschool.”

Yeah, but that’s weird. Unless she’s sleeping, I guess.

I point at Hael. “I’ll let you know, but be ready to keep an eye on her.”

My twin laughs. “Mission understood and accepted.”

My client calls as I’m getting out of the shower. He wants to swap his session to later in the day, which is fine. It just means I’ll have all day to take Arbor out for our date.

Am I desperate enough to dab on a few drops of the cologne Morris mentioned while getting dressed?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

It’s supposed to be catnip for omegas.

It’s omega-nip.

Fuck my life…I sound like Hael.

That’s a sobering realization.

Getting out of the house with a six-week old baby is a whole process, but I relish every second of it.

Arbor has a pretty dark blue dress on with black leggings and a dark gray peacoat with black buttons. She’s quiet during the drive, and I’m surprised when she sits up front next to me rather than in the back with Gracie. Not that I would mind if she wanted to sit with the baby. It’s always hard when the little one starts fussing while we’re moving. The only plus side is that Gracie often knocks out as soon as the truck is in motion.

We make it to downtown, and I park the truck, turning to Arbor. “I’ll get the stroller set up and grab Gracie.”

She smiles, moving to unclip her seat belt, and I can’t help myself.

My hand slides around the side of her neck, tugging her toward me just a little as I meet her in the middle. It’s a quick kiss, chaste enough to not be inappropriate if anyone is peeking in the windows, but so fucking satisfying.

I pull back, and I can feel the curve of her smile as our lips brush.

She whispers, “Whoa.”

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