Page 22 of Dancing for His Omega

“I can’t,” I protested, pulling back. “I have two left feet.”

“You do not.” He tugged me to the middle of the floor. “I watch how you move as you cook or temper chocolate or straighten up the kitchen, and it’s pure magic. You have a grace in the everyday that I envy. Now, dance with your alpha.”

“I guess I have no choice but to obey,” I sighed. “But when I crush your toes, you’ll regret it.”

He set one hand on my waist and arranged me to please him then made a few steps. I stumbled after him, almost managing the toe crushing while I tried to avoid it. Then he stopped.

“See? I warned you.” I tried to pull away, but he held me fast.

“Just relax and go with the flow. Wait.” He moved over to the sound system and changed the music to something slower and sensual then returned and took me in his arms again. “Now, let me lead, okay? Pushy omega.”

“I thought you like that about me.”

“Not on the dance floor.”

“Okay, it’s your damage.”

“Just try.”

And we set off again, but this time, he murmured sweet things to me, distracting me from my own klutziness until suddenly we were moving smoothly around the edge of the room. He guided me, romanced me, and made me feel like the graceful creature he claimed I was. Any wonder I loved him so?

We had our picnic much later because one thing led to another led to a whole different kind of romance. Less graceful but even more pleasurable.

Chapter Twenty-One

Edwin

The healer came out and greeted us personally. Every time I thought I was used to this small town, something else reminded me that I was still a city man down deep. You were lucky in a city clinic to hear if they called your name over the loudspeaker. Either that, or they simply texted you.

“Micah, Edwin, I’m Quinn. Please, follow me.”

We followed him through the most comforting, homey clinic. The furnishings were like someone’s living room, except for the paper-topped bed in the middle. Had to keep things hygienic, after all.

“I see you’re here for a prenatal checkup. When did you take the pregnancy test?”

We told him the date. He tapped some things into a tablet and pulled out an open-back gown.

“Are you having any symptoms?”

Micah nodded. “Nausea, mostly in the morning and late at night. The lack of energy was getting better, but then we read about not having coffee during pregnancy so now I’m back to no energy.”

The way he whined and looked so grumpy while he spoke, made Quinn and I both crack up. Micah loved one thing next to me and chocolate, and it was coffee.

“Make sure you’re getting plenty of hydration and I understand. It’s hard to live without coffee. Try taking some naps through the day if you can, even if it’s ten minutes or so. I had one patient who owned a business like you do, and he put a small cot in the back office and would take tiny power naps.”

“I think that would be a great idea,” I said.

“Me too.”

“Anything else? Any other concerns before we listen to your baby’s heartbeat?”

We both gasped. “We can do that? Today?”

“Of course, Micah. It’s too early for an ultrasound, but we listen to the heartbeat fairly early. I’m going to step out. Take off all your clothes except your underwear. Keep those on. And the open part of the gown goes in the front so we can look at everything. Be right back.”

Micah got undressed and put the gown on, and Quinn came back right on time.

“All right, let’s listen to your baby.” He slathered Micah’s belly with some bluish gel, put a wand on it, and moved it around. At first, my stomach sank, thinking he couldn’t find it. After Michah told me about his previous false alarm, I was afraid the test had been wrong, but then a whooshing sound filled the room.

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