Page 20 of Baking for His Omega

A toddler and a newborn were going to be a lot of work.

Wyatt was a handful on his own.

Oh, Goddess, this one might be a bear. A rambunctious, growly little bear.

Maybe he would look like Gideon.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I jumped. Our eyes met, and I rushed to the bathroom. I held my breath the entire way.

“Oh,” I said.

Gideon came down the hallway with Wyatt in his arms. “Omega mine?”

I turned around, test in hand, tears streaming down my face. “It’s positive. I’m pregnant.”

Gideon made a move to hug me but then pulled back a bit. “Are you upset? What tears are those?”

I laughed. “I didn’t expect this and didn’t want to get pregnant so soon, but I’m happy. I’m thrilled to be carrying your cub. Are you happy?”

Gideon wrapped me up in his beefy arms and squished both Wyatt and me. “I’m the happiest bear alive. This is second in my life to meeting you, Kelly.”

My big bear was going to be a papa.

Chapter Eighteen

Gideon

I had been staying at Kelly’s house nearly every night before we learned he was carrying my child, and every night since, but we needed a more permanent solution. A conversation needed to be had because it was ridiculous for us to continue to maintain two different houses. And I happened to know my omega’s savings were running thin.

So, one morning, toward the end of his first trimester, I broached the subject over coffee. Decaf for him. “Omega, I think it’s time we moved in together.”

He crinkled his forehead, studying me in confusion. “Aren’t we already living together? I don’t think you’ve been home for a week.”

“I have, actually, but just for fresh clothes. But that’s not the point. Exactly. What I want to propose is that we decide which of our homes to make our permanent residence. Together.”

It had been easier to just stay at his home until now, with all of Wyatt’s things there. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t make a change. As long as he was comfortable with the idea.

“Where do you want to live, alpha?” he asked. “Are you okay being here?”

“Yes, I am, but there are some advantages to my place. For one, I own it, so there’s no landlord.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“And for another, it’s bigger, and we have that large room on the second floor that would make a perfect playroom for Wyatt and his little brother or sister.”

“But I can’t afford such a fancy house.” He studied the floor in front of him. “And you do so much for me already, how can I ask you to let me move into your nice house.”

“Omega, what is this all about? We spend all our free time together, you and me and Wyatt. Why are you suddenly acting like you don’t belong in my neighborhood?”

“Look around you. You never say anything, but you don’t belong here. Can I possibly belong in your neighborhood?”

“My bear doesn’t like you talking that way about his omega. You belong anywhere you want to be. And my neighborhood isn’t that much fancier than this one, and if anyone ever says anything to you that hurts your feelings, they are going to have one large growly bear to deal with.” I reached out and drew him into a big hug. “Now, that said, if you prefer this house, I’ll sell the other one and make an offer on it. I just want us to own our home if possible, and I want it to be one that you like. It’s up to you, omega. Which house? Or shall we buy a third?”

He giggled. “I’d have to be crazy not to want to upgrade from this place to yours. Wyatt is going to love his new playroom.”

We had an appointment with Healer Quinn that afternoon, and it was a special one because we were going to get a look at the baby. As I drove along, I tried to avoid bumps because my omega had already drunk a lot of water in preparation for the ultrasound. So far, every visit had gone well, but I was always nervous, wanting to make sure my omega and the baby were having no areas of concern. And Wyatt loved the healer as long as he wasn’t proffering shots.

“Welcome!” Quinn ushered us into his examining room. “Did you drink all the water I suggested?”

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