Page 6 of Baking for His Omega

He smelled like a cake, and I wanted to eat him up.

No. Shit. No. I had to focus.

He smells so good because we belong to him. He’s our alpha. Make him stay.

“Should we go outside and let the kids play?” I asked everyone. There were only about ten people, including me and Gideon and Wyatt, but everyone was chatting and having a good time so far. One of my new friends was wearing one of the pointy hats that his son put on his head.

Dad life was silly sometimes.

“That’s so cute,” someone said.

“What is?” I asked. My thoughts were preoccupied with the bear who stayed on my flank. When I moved, he moved. When I walked, he walked. He was trying to stay near me, and I had to admit, I wasn’t sad about it. My deer was flipping out over his nearness.

“The pinata!” I hadn’t had time to put it up in the tree yet. It was in the shape of a car, and I’d filled it with treats the day before when Wyatt was napping.

“Oh, yeah. It is.”

“May I ask you something?” Gideon said. His voice dipped low, and my mind ran wild wondering what question couldn’t be asked louder. Wyatt got down to play with the other kids.

“Ask away.”

His green eyes met mine, entrancing me. His mouth moved, but I had no clue what words were coming out. Damn it. This man had me in a haze.

“What?” I asked, laughing.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I…it’s been a long day and you have really nice eyes.”

Gideon’s cheeks flushed. “Thank you. So do you. I asked you where Wyatt’s other father was, if that’s not too intrusive.”

It wasn’t. Everyone here knew about Judson. Some had asked; others, I’d offered up the information knowing they were wondering. At playdates, we could talk to other adults, sometimes our only chance all week.

“No. Not at all. He and I split up. Almost six months ago.”

Gideon nodded. “And he’s not coming today?”

I shook my head. Was he scoping things out? Wondering if I was single the way I was about him? “He’s not. He was invited but canceled at the last minute. And was supposed to bring the cake. No matter our situation, Wyatt needs to know his other father, but he isn’t coming.”

“He’s missing out. On you and Wyatt.”

My turn to blush. “Thanks.”

We stood side by side watching the kids play. All the parents talked to each other and Gideon joined in. He said he had lots of brothers and sisters so he knew a thing about taking care of little ones.

“How about I get that pinata strung up?” he asked, lightly touching my shoulder.

“That would be so nice. We have to hang it low for them.”

He winked at me. Winked. My knees wobbled and my tummy tightened. “Of course.”

Once the pinata was strung up, the parents helped with the swinging of the bat for the kids’ safety and everyone else’s. I’d picked up one of those little plastic bats, but it wasn’t strong enough to make a dent.

“Mind if I help them out?” Quinn asked.

“Not at all. Rip it open,” I replied.

Quinn opened the bottom of the pinata, and candy went everywhere. I’d provided cute bags to pick it up with, and the kids giggled while finding the candy strewn all over the yard.

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