Page 19 of Baking for His Omega

Scrambled eggs was Wyatt’s choice of breakfast nine times out of ten, but as I cracked the eggs into the pan swirled with butter, my stomach turned, and I had to breathe through my mouth to get the cooking done.

What was wrong with me? I made him eggs nearly every morning. There was nothing different about this one.

I ignored this, as well as the almost-persistent nausea I’d been feeling of late, and pulled the bacon and a sweet potato from the oven. I didn’t like feeding Wyatt all the processed foods for kids from the grocery store. I much preferred him to have whole foods. He was only little once.

Gideon had spent the night as he did most nights, but he had to wake up at an ungodly hour and get to the bakery. There were graduations and tons of weddings and matings during this time of year, so cakes were his focus for the next month or so. He was taking orders from all over now, and someone drove five hours for one of his wedding cakes.

I was mated to a baking genius.

I had put Wyatt’s food on the high chair and placed him inside when my phone rang.

“Hey,” I said, knowing it was my mate. He called every morning to check on me, even though he’d seen me only hours before. He never left the house without telling me goodbye and kissing me like he might never see me again.

“Good morning, omega. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, why?”

He grumbled, and I could hear his footsteps. He was going to the back of the bakery for privacy. He did that. “My bear feltsomething off. I’ve been meaning to speak to you about it, but I felt it again this morning. Like I was sick to my stomach.”

Oh boy. Maybe this was more than a little bug.

“I have been nauseated. And this morning while I was making Wyatt’s breakfast, the smell of it made me sick.”

“You have been sleeping a lot more,” he mentioned.

“I have. Do you think I’m sick?” I reached for the oatmeal to make myself some breakfast, but as soon as I thought about it, I put it back down. Nothing seemed good right now.

“I have an idea. I’m going to come home really quick. Sit tight.”

He ended the call, and I wondered what was on his mind. I settled for some granola and milk, but after the first bite, I knew it was a mistake.

Gideon came in with something in his hand but put it behind his back. “I think I know what’s going on with you, omega.”

“Is it the flu?”

He barely hid his smile. “Come sit with me.”

We sat at the kitchen table, and Wyatt insisted on a hug from Gideon. “What do you think?” I asked.

“We have been together and mated for three months. We haven’t used protection. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other…”

“You don’t think?”

“I do think.”

“But Wyatt is only fifteen months old.”

He wrapped me up in a hold. “I know. I know it’s sooner than we planned, but let’s find out if you are pregnant before we get excited or nervous or whatever we will be.”

Gideon encouraged a long, deep breath before I went into the bathroom and peed on the stick after reading the directions. I wanted him with me, but Wyatt was still having breakfast. Plus, my fawn always knew when I was upset and mirrored me. Hedidn’t need any more upset days after Judson. Our home would be one of joy and peace and sweetness. At least, most of the time.

With the test on the counter, I set a quick timer on my phone and went back to the kitchen rather than pace the hallway like a lunatic.

“Well?” Gideon said.

“Two minutes,” I answered and then glanced down at my phone. “One minute twenty-four seconds.”

I gauged his response. Would he be happy if I was pregnant? Did he want to be a father this soon?

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