Page 59 of Unexpected Delivery

My hands are weirdly sweaty as I stand outside the pack bedroom door.

Hayes and Morris moved Arbor’s and Gracie’s things before we made it back from our shopping trip yesterday, which I saw coming, but Arbor did not. She didn’t seem upset…definitely surprised, but not anxious or anything.

Stretching my shoulders back, I knock on her door, which pops open under the pressure of being touched.

Arbor sits on the edge of the bed with her pretty new dress tucked under her tits. She’s nursing Gracie, but unlike normal, when she has one boob out, she’s got them both free. Possibly because she’s not wearing a bra, and it dawns on me that’s likely due to the dress.

Maternity bras have a function, but they’re big and bulky, and I can only assume it would have shown around the neckline. Maybe she plans to wear one of her bras from before, but she didn’t have an easy way to feed the baby.

I stop dead in my tracks.

Well, shit.

I haven’t taken my eyes off her tits, and she definitely noticed.

Dammit, my dick is half hard, and it’s not even my fault. She’s got really nice tits. I’m sure they’re massive in part because she’s breastfeeding, but my instincts also find that super fucking sexy. She’s able to feed Gracie solely from her body, and I’m not even ashamed that I’ve got an obsession with her breastmilk.

I tasted it once or twice while making Gracie warmed-up bottles of it, but I wouldn’t mind feeling Arbor’s milk squirt into my mouth while I suck on her tits.

Fucking hell.

If I’m not careful, I’ll need to jerk off again before I’ll be ready to leave the house.

The little omega pulls her arm up, covering the breast Gracie isn’t munching on.

I finally get my shit together, bringing my hand to block my eyes…but I’m only human, and I peek through my fingers. “Sorry. I got tit-notized.” I snort, shaking my head. “Hypnotized by your incredible tits.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she says, pointing at me with the hand cradling Gracie’s head. “You look nice.”

“Pulling my hand down now,” I say, laughing as I do just that. “You’re fucking stunning. I’m contemplating calling to cancel. We can lie around shirtless, watching movies.”

Arbor smiles. “Cute and a bad influence. No way. Take my baby, so I can finish getting dressed. I nursed her on both sides for twenty minutes to hopefully prevent any leaks while we’re gone.”

I bite my lip and swagger closer.

These last two weeks until her checkup are going to behell.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Arbor

Imanage to make it out the door with no tears, but it’s close. Hael doesn’t rush me, even though it’s one hundred percent my fault that we’re late. He holds the door open to the steakhouse and lets out some combination of a groan and a growl as I walk by. The doorwhooshesas it closes behind him, but it’s his heat that I can feel radiating against my back.

His hand snakes around my middle, and his stubble scratches my cheek as he gets close to my ear. “Goddamn, you’re killing me here, beautiful. I’m going to need you to walk in front of me. That ass, Christ, woman. My dick is never going to cooperate if you keep swaying your hips like that.”

I smile at him over my shoulder.

Hael is so flirtatious and fun, I feel lighter whenever I’m with him. I know he worries about being judged because of his past, but no one has a perfect history.

We’re all bits and pieces of the lessons we’ve learned, shoved together to create a human being. If we’re lucky, we learn from our mistakes along the way, but that takes time to process.

At some point, I should probably explain a little more about what I went through after my dads died. I don’t want him to think he’s the only one who ever went down the wrong path and regretted it.

Hael sighs. “All right, I guess it’s go time.”

“We’ve got this,” I assure him, interlocking my fingers with his as he steps up at my side.

Darren isn’t as terrible as I was expecting. I’d say he has to be in his late fifties or early sixties, just based on the thick salt-and-pepper beard and laugh lines around his eyes.

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