Page 20 of Dancing for His Omega

“Gods, you’re pregnant!” he shouted loud enough for the whole town to hear. “That’s great!”

“Shhh!” There was no privacy in all of Oliver Creek. “I told you, I don’t know. I just want to check and rule it out if I’m not.”

His demeanor changed, glee replaced with somberness. “Are you not feeling well? We should get you to the healer right away or a midwife.”

“Alpha?” I laid a hand on his chest. “Calm down. I don’t feel bad. But I had a false alarm years ago, and I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure. Now, I have to go pee on a stick.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“I really think I can do this part alone.” Not that we were prudes or anything. We didn’t worry about who was in the bathroom when, but I didn’t want him staring while I peed on a stick. Ick. “Promise I’ll be right out. And we can wait the couple of minutes together, okay?”

He agreed, reluctantly, and I went in and did my thing then left the stick on the sink. “Now, we wait.”

A short time never felt so long…but finally the timer Edwin set on his phone went off and we tiptoed into the bathroom together to check. I wasn’t sure why we tiptoed, but we did.

“What does it say?” he whispered.

I held it up and looked at it closely. Checked the package to make sure I was interpreting it correctly. “It says I am.”

This time, his cheer could probably be heard at the big-box store. But this time, I could join in.

Chapter Nineteen

Edwin

I was in awe of Oliver Creek before. It was everything a person could want from a small-town atmosphere. The clean streets. The pristine lampposts. The warm residents. The variety of shops and food.

But as Micah and I set up his display and table for the spring festival, this perfect place blew me away. There was no shortage of pastel colors everywhere. The town square had streamers and every animal represented. Bunting hung between light posts flapped in the light breeze. The sun shone onto each and every person.

What a perfect spring day.

“Where do you want these?” I asked, holding up two baskets. One was for a child and the other for an adult. Micah was holding a giveaway for them. All they had to do was write their names on a piece of paper and put it into the large plastic egg he’d bought. The baskets were bursting with all of his chocolates, of course but also some hand-painted ceramic eggs and Easter bread. The adult one had some jams from the peanut-butter-and-jelly shop, and the kid one had a few toys in it. Micah painted the eggs himself and they were extra special. He even did some extras for our table at home.

“Over there in the corner,” he said. I could tell how tired he was. The first trimester was worse in a lot of ways, including the constant lack of energy and nausea. My omega had a good bit of both.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment, omega? You’ve been working so hard.”

“I have to get the rest set up and then I’ll sit. I promise. Tonight, I’m going to sleep like the dead, I can guarantee youthat.” He came over and laced his fingers through mine. “Are you nervous?”

I let out a giggle, telling him the answer. “You have no idea, but nerves are normal. Hopefully I’ll be able to channel it right into the dance.”

“You’re going to be great. James came in yesterday with his report card and showed me another one of your videos.”

Micah had set up a system where kids could bring in their report cards for chocolate. One chocolate for an A. One chocolate for two Bs and so on. The candy was shaped as apples and books and was just about the cutest thing in the world. He came up with the most amazing ideas. The other food trucks and shops in town got involved as well, and now the parents said their kids were studying harder, trying to get all the report card treats from around the town. Like a good-grade scavenger hunt.

As Micah finished up his display and covered everything up, the mayor delivered his announcements. My dance was right after that. Shoot. I’d managed my time unwisely, trying to help my mate.

“I’ve got to go get dressed and get up there.”

Micah chuckled. “It’s okay. The mayor is long-winded.”

I zoned out through the rest of the speech, and soon, the music began to play. I took the stage. My insides shook even though I’d practiced and knew the steps by heart.

When I looked out on the crowd and saw Micah, everything clicked into place.

And I danced. Danced my heart out. Not because I was being paid to or to impress my partner to no end. No, today, I danced for myself and for my mate and for the babe inside him. I danced for the joy of dancing, maybe for the first time.

Once the song ended, I remained in the last pose and then bowed. The crowd clapped and cheered, but all I could see was Micah, tears streaming down his face.

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