Page 24 of Dancing for His Omega

I plopped into the seat and finagled the belt into place. “Another inch and I’ll need an extender. Can you get those for car seat belts?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure. But I think you’ve got more room than that. You’re not nearly as big as you think. Just perfect.”

I growled and turned to look out the window. “Why don’t you drop me off and then go to the studio?”

“Oh, well I already made the turn, and I won’t be a minute. Is that okay?”

What could I say? Turn immediately back? I was being unreasonable enough without adding that. “It’s fine.”

He parked in front and got out. “Come with me.”

“Nah. I’ll just stay in the car.” I settled back and pulled out my phone. “You go ahead.”

“But I want you to see the new barres.”

“You do?”

“You’ve been here with me every step of the way. I love getting your input.” He came around and opened my door. “Come and see my barres.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, but I won’t know if they are right or wrong.”

“That’s all right. I just like having you with me.”

What omega could resist that kind of talk? Especially when they’d been grumpy all day and their alpha still wanted their company.

He took my hand and we walked up to the door. “We’re here.”

I glanced at him. “Of course we are. Isn’t that the whole point?”

Suddenly the door opened and a chorus of voices cried out, “Surprise!”

We were swept inside on a tide of friends who were all chatting excitedly and wanted to show me everything they had set up for our baby shower. Streamers everywhere, flowers and a huge table groaning with food. Cakes and pies and sandwiches from PB&J and smoked food from Dragon’s Breath. So much, I didn’t know what to look at first. And a mountain of presents.

I couldn’t help it and burst into tears. Where else could I find friends like this? All the other merchants had contributed their very best dishes for a party to celebrate our little baby’s upcoming arrival. I buried my face in Edwin’s shirt until the tears stopped and I could properly thank them all for their kindness and reassure them that I was truly surprised.

They seated me at the front of the studio in a big chair with an ottoman for my swollen feet. We played every silly party game ever devised for a baby shower while people brought me more and more food. And I had to at least taste it all so I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings.

Then we had to open the gifts. “I was thinking we needed to buy a lot,” I told Edwin as I unwrapped the very car seat we’d been admiring. “But now, I don’t think we’ll need anything but the crib.”

“Don’t speak so fast.” He pointed to where someone was wheeling in a suspiciously crib-shaped package. “They really love you here.”

“And you. Even if you knew about it, this party is for all three of us.” I placed his hand on my belly where our child was kicking madly away. “Oh no. I had those interviews this afternoon.”

He chuckled. “We rescheduled them for tomorrow. Today is about cake and gifts and friends.”

“And love,” I told him, accepting another package from Quinn who was there as a friend more than a healer. “It’s really all about love.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Edwin

“The baby is coming,” Micah said, coming from the back bedroom. He had his hands braced on his back and wasn’t walking right. His baggy pants, his favorite pair, were soaked from his groin down.

“Did your water break?” I asked, almost dropping the dish I was drying.

“No, I peed on myself. Yes. My water broke. Oh goddess, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so snarky. I’m sorry.”

I chuckled but got my ass into gear. We’d prepped and planned for this. “Do you want a shower?” I rushed over to let him lean on me.

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