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I got up and stood in front of him. We pressed our bodies together and swayed with the music. “This is easy,” I said.

“The best things are.” He reached between us and rubbed my belly. “You and our pup are so easy to love.”

We danced late into the night. I was off from work for two days straight this week and so, I could sleep in tomorrow.

“I have a surprise for you,” Erik whispered once the moon was high in the sky.

“Another one?” I asked. “It’s too much.”

“It’s never enough for you. I promise. Never enough. Come with me?”

With our hands intertwined, Erik led me upstairs and to the bedroom next to mine.

“I know you wanted to choose everything, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted it all to be perfect for you to move in. For both of you.”

He opened the door, and I gasped. What was once a guest room with nothing special about it, was now a finished nursery. The walls were buttery yellow, and the carpet had been cleaned.

“You’ve been keeping secrets,” I said. “Good secrets but secrets. And you have been listening to me.”

“I got the crib and the changing table and the rocking chair you had in your wish list. And before you say anything, you left it open on my laptop. I wasn’t snooping.”

“It’s perfect, alpha. Our pup is going to be so happy here.”

“Are you?” he asked. “Are you happy here?”

“When I was little, I dreamed of small things. Having a place to live of my own. An alpha who loved to kiss me. My own clothes. I have everything I dreamed of.”

“Maybe it’s time you dream bigger, omega. This is the tip of the iceberg of what you deserve.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

Chapter Twenty

Erik

“I can’t go to work.” Heath flopped on the sofa and thrust out his lower lip in the most adorable pout. “I can’t close any of my pants.”

I sat down beside him. “That’s terrible. What do you think we can do about that?”

“I’m not buying paternity pants.”

“Up to you, and I’d be glad to let Talon know you’re taking leave from now on because you can’t close your pants.” I reached for my phone on the side table, but he grabbed my hand.

“You can’t say that to him. He’ll think we’re just lying around here fucking all day.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“W-well yes, I mean no. But I don’t think I could bear everyone snickering at me because they think I’m a pregnant sex maniac.”

“Again, how is this bad? I mean, I’m very attached to you and your sex mania.”

“Stop that!” He slapped at my arm. “That’s private stuff. And I’m going to be late for work.”

“We’ve already gone over the calling-in idea, right?”

“If I was sick or tired, yes. But the pants thing? How is that acceptable.”

“I’ll tell you what, omega. We’re gonna call you in, for tonight, and tell them it’s a pants emergency.”

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