Page 93 of Treasure and Tarot

“Ah. Hector does worry about that.”

“He does.” Colton chuckled. “I just want my omega to get through the day.”

“He’s…big. He’s not due until July, right?”

“Yeah.” Colton had to admit, Sebastian looked ready to pop, and Devon had told him to really keep an eye on his blood pressure, so they tested it nightly.

He’d have to eat the not-salty stuff today, too.

But he looked so happy. His friends gathered around him, old and new, where he sat in the super-comfy folding chair they’d brought over, a cushion under his butt. The chair even had an attached footstool so Sebastian could keep his feet up.

“You go sit with him, man. Mason and Xavi have Abby, and Iago is dealing with traffic flow. I’ll set up the thing here with Xander.”

“Yeah?” At Gent’s nod, he moved to pull a chair up next to Sebastian, checking to make sure he had a drink and his little battery-operated fan.

“How’s it going, baby?” Colton asked.

“Good! Hank was just telling me about this little mining ghost town over by Cortez.”

“Mmm. The place with the amazing green chile enchiladas.”

“That’s the one. The hotel restaurant there used to have the best fish fry on Fridays.”

“Yum.” He reached for Sebastian’s hand. “We’ll put it on the schedule for next year.” He was taking off a couple of months while Sebastian had his last month of pregnancy and they did the first bit of their combined parenting. He would work on his book but not go on remote jobs.

“Cool.” Sebastian squeezed. “So how does the spread look?”

“Amazing. Xander even brought a little hotel pan so he could keep hot dogs in hot water for Abby and some of the other kids.”

“He’s so nice.”

“Well, he’s kind, for sure.”

“Colton!” Hank gave him wide eyes but a big smile too. “Damning him with faint praise.”

“What can I say?” He winked at Sebastian, who had slapped his hand gently.

“That you’re sorry for maligning me?” Xander brought over a plate with dip and veggies for Sebastian, dip and chips for Hank.

“I am. Especially if you bring me some.”

“No problem.” Xander gave him an evil sort of grin.

“No spitting!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Ew.” Hank made a face. “That’s nasty.”

“Can I sit in?” Charlie, who worked at the Grand Springs hotel, and who had stalled Colton’s folks for days, dragged over a chair. “My man wants to commence burning meat.”

“Sure, come have a sit. Really appreciate you. Keeping the beasts at bay, and well, you know, doing me the favor you did.” Sebastian cleared his throat and kind of rolled his eyes, and Charlie nodded.

“Of course. I was happy to do it. It seemed as if it were a situation that was a bit…fraught.”

“God, I love that word.” Sebastian chuckled softly, munching on a carrot. “I mean, fraught, fraught, fraught, fraught. It’s just a great word.”

“You are something else.” And Colton loved that, how Sebastian was getting to be the happy, pregnant omega this time.

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