Page 21 of Dancing for His Omega

Smiling. I didn’t pack the theater or bring in company donors. There were no sold-out tickets or career riding on my performance.

There was only Micah and his heart-melting smile.

Once the dance was over, I changed and helped Micah with his chocolate stand. I all but forced him to sit down while I took the money and processed the sales digitally. By the time the festival was over, we’d given away the baskets and sold out of nearly everything.

What a day.

“I can pack this all up myself. Please, keep resting,” I said as Micah got up and began shuffling things into boxes.

“I can help. I’m okay. I promise.” I saw him look over my shoulder. “Can we help you? We don’t have a lot left.”

“I’m here to speak to Edwin.”

I whirled around to see an older man with a cane. I hadn’t seen him around town before. “I’m Edwin.”

“Yes, I know. I saw your performance. It was beautiful. Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m Connor. I am the owner of the dance studio. I heard you made an offer.”

“I did. Thanks for coming to talk to me.”

He nodded and gave both of us a soft smile. “I wanted to do more than talk, actually. I came over here with something on my heart. I’m not doing anything with the studio, and you’re the first person who has shown interest who doesn’t want to bulldoze it to the ground.”

“I would never do that. I want to teach dance. All kinds of dance. There are kids in town who need and want a creative outlet like that.”

Connor sighed. “I believe you. Here’s the thing. I don’t need the money from the sale, and I want it to be used for its intended purpose, like you said. After seeing you dance up there with such passion…I want to gift you the studio.”

I gripped the edge of one of the tables to stop myself from stumbling. “Gift it to me?”

“Yes. Teach the ones hungry to learn. This way, you can do that without having bills over your head. You can keep the costs low enough for everyone in town to be able to come. It will do my soul good to see it up and running again.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, not believing how abundantly Fate had blessed me. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Never been so sure of anything in my life. Come to see me this week and we’ll get everything signed over. Congratulations, Edwin. You’re the owner of a dance studio.” Connor walked away whistling.

I turned to Micah. “Did you hear that?”

“I did. I can’t believe it. Did that just happen?”

Chapter Twenty

Micah

From the moment he was gifted the studio, Edwin was like a man possessed. With the festival over, I could get by without him in the shop, and he took that time to work on getting his ready. Without the big mortgage he had expected to take on, he could use his savings for improvements to the building.

I had assumed that the place was nearly ready to open, with just some cleaning up to do, but closer inspection revealed that more repairs were needed and also Edwin wanted to upgrade. He was having the floors sanded and refinished, delighted to find that they were hardwood and could take the treatment. The painting he was doing himself, but the plumbing in the bathroom needed work, and also, he was putting in a whole new lighting system. It was still much cheaper than the mortgage would have been, and he’d have a beautiful facility when he was done, but for now, it was taking all his time and a good bit of his money.

And I was all for it, only wishing I could be more help. Unfortunately, a lot that was going on was not recommended for a pregnant omega to be exposed to, according to the internet. Chemicals in paint and the floor coating and I didn’t even know what could cause damage early in pregnancy. Even though shifters were safe from most human diseases, we could still have problems due to toxins in our environments. I wasn’t even thrilled with my alpha being around it all.

I still wasn’t 100 percent, but as the pregnancy progressed, my symptoms had begun to ease a bit. Also, it probably didn’t hurt that I wasn’t working as hard. I made a personal vow not to do that again, at least until after the baby came.

And finally the toxic parts of the studio were completed, and I made a plan for a surprise date with my alpha. I left work early and prepared a special picnic to take over and share with Edwin. In some months, there would be a baby in our lives, and I was very excited about that but also aware that would limit the time we had together as just the two of us.

“Anyone here?” I called as I came in the back door, expecting to find my mate in his office there. But there was no sign of him, and I set the basket down by the door and walked down the hall toward the main studio area. Every part of the place looked so nice. The last time I’d been in here had been before any work was done, and the improvements were huge. The hallway had been so dingy, the floor dull and stained. Amazing what paint and a little toxic floor finish could do. I continued on, following strains of music, and came to the double doorway where I stopped.

“Oh, alpha,” I murmured. My mate was dancing, all alone on the big, shiny floor. He wore only tight black tights that ended at his ankles, even his long, elegant feet bare, and he took my breath away. Sometimes it was hard to believe he was mine. And even though I wasn’t very far along in my pregnancy, I already felt a little bloated and soon would be whale-sized.

While he would continue to be lithe and athletic and…

“Mate!” He pirouetted over to me and took my hands. “Dance with me.”

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