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“Yes,” Kelly confirmed. “It’s all I can do to hold it in. Can you look now?”

Quinn held up a bottle. “I need you to try to drink a bit more, okay? And then we’ll get out the equipment and see if we can’t get a look at your baby. How have you been feeling?”

“Pretty good,” Kelly said, opening the bottle and eyeing the contents suspiciously. “Is this water?”

“Yes,” Quinn told him. “We’re just topping you off.”

After managing about half the bottle, Kelly allowed me to help him onto the table and lay back. His belly stood straight up, the cutest thing ever, or at least that’s what I thought until the doppler revealed the outline of our child. We couldn’t get enough of the images, watching them move around and having Quinn point out the little legs and arms and showing us where the head was. And then came the question. “Do you want to know the sex?”

We did…unfortunately, our little tadpole was reluctant to give the healer an angle where he could see enough to determine whether we were having a little boy or girl.

We’d just have to wait to be surprised.

Kelly’s blood pressure was great, his weight was textbook, and Wyatt behaved through the entire visit like a champ. We ended up going for burgers and shakes before heading home again, celebrating the baby and the baby daddy’s good health.

After that, it was time to plan our move. Kelly didn’t have a lot of furniture; he’d left his former mate with most of what they’d built together, so we’d be able to move everything with one rental trailer. My omega’s rent was on a month-to-month basis, and we decided to have it all out by the first of the month, which was coming up soon.

Chapter Nineteen

Kelly

Trying to handle a boisterous toddler and find a job was a task in itself. Oliver Creek didn’t have anything for me in terms of a job. I was nearly seven months pregnant now, and while some of my energy had come back from the first trimester, now that we were in the home stretch, I was feeling low on energy most of the time.

Gideon and I decided to put Wyatt in daycare two days a week. It gave me some time to rest and search for a job, and Gideon would sometimes come home and have lunch with me. Plus, Wyatt got to interact with other kids and different kinds of shifters. It was a good thing all around. I worried for the first few weeks, but there were video cameras inside the rooms, and I could pop onto the internet and see him anytime I wanted to.

Finding a job was a problem. I wanted something fun, and yes, that was a privilege since Gideon took care of us so well, but I had the time and opportunity to find a job that suited me and didn’t make me feel like I was chained to the computer. I saw one place where workers put their mouses on a moving object while they went to the bathroom so their bosses saw they were working.

That wasn’t the job for me.

Especially since I peed every thirty minutes lately.

I got up from the desk, aggravated about doing nothing to contribute to the household and decided to go ahead and make our lunch. Gideon was coming home today. He was always so excited to see me even though he’d woken up with me and we lived together now. He never left in the mornings without a kiss and he always said good night.

The little things counted, sometimes more than the big ones.

I put together some pasta with veggies and roasted some chicken for Gideon and had just finished up when he came in the door. The smile on his face, well, he was beaming with joy over something.

“Hi,” I said, laughing as he hugged me and then leaned down to kiss my stomach.

“Hello, yourself.”

“What’s the smile about?” I asked. “Good things at the bakery?”

“I think so but let’s eat first. I have something exciting to talk to you about.”

We ate our lunch, but I didn’t eat my fill. His exciting news was making me a touch anxious. “Okay. Tell me. I can’t wait any longer.”

He chuckled. “Impatient omega.” He wiped his mouth and put the napkin on the table. “I have been thinking about expanding my business to take online orders. Taking orders over the phone and relying on texted pictures of reference is not only outdated, but it’s cutting into my baking time. The other day, I almost burned three full trays of croissants because I was on the phone listening to a customer give me a laundry list of details he wanted on his wedding cake.”

“That sounds like a good idea. I’ve heard how your phone rings off the hook.”

He nodded. “With that in mind, I have someone to build the website and get everything in order, but I need help on the ground. I need someone to schedule things. Keep the online orders straight. Print out the reference pictures and specifications for each job. You know I’m bad with computers, mate.”

I did. He could do the basic things but other than email and social media, he simply wasn’t interested. I wouldn’t be either if I could bake mouthwatering goodies.

“So you need an assistant,” I said. “That would certainly help.”

He stared at me as a new smile formed on his face. “Kelly, if you want to, and don’t feel any pressure, but would you be that for me? Be my assistant? I’ll pay you the same as I would pay anyone else.”

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