Page 94 of Knot Our Reality

Remington chuckles, slapping his hand on my omega’s shoulder. “Because it just did. Hawk just accepted Wilder as his alpha, possibly handing over some of the worry he’s been carrying now that he knows there’s someone else there to take care of her.”

This time, there’s no fighting my tears. I bury my face in Camden’s chest, not wanting the boys to see me crying.

Being a parent is sohard sometimes.

On Monday, Dalton, Maverick, and Paxton join me and the boys on a date to the bowling alley.

“Are you sure it’s safe for you to bowl?” Maverick asks for the thirteenth time, and I roll my eyes at the boys.

They both burst into laughter but try to hide it behind their hands. They fail miserably.

“Yes, Maverick,” I tell him again. “I’ve already answered this, and it’s the last time I’m saying this. I spoke with my doctor. He recommends I use an eight or nine-pound ball. If, when I’m bowling, anything feels off, I’ll switch to using a bowling ramp.”

I sigh. “Omegas are built to be hardy when pregnant. Half of our purpose is to breed the next generation. Stop worrying so much. I wouldn’t do anything that would endanger my unborn child.”

He at least has the decency to look chagrined as he nods. “Got it. Sorry. I won’t ask again.”

“At least not about bowling,” Dalton adds with a chuckle. “He’ll definitely ask about anything else he thinks might be dangerous.”

Maverick makes a face but doesn’t deny it.

I shake my head and finish pulling on my shoes. When I stand up to help the boys find their balls, I realize the boys are with my suitors as they look at the balls.

“I’m too small,” Jasper argues with whatever was said before I approached. “They’re all too heavy.”

Paxton nods. “I understand, man. Sometimes things are too heavy for me, too.”

Dalton shakes his head. “This one is the smallest—just six pounds. What do you say we give it a try, and if it’s too heavy, then you can use the ramp?”

“That’s for babies. I’m not a baby.”

I’m ready to step in, knowing how quickly this can turn into a tantrum. There’s nothing Jasper hates more than feeling like he’s being babied.

“Okay, no ramp then.” Maverick nods, picking up a ball. “You can always granny bowl. That’s what I do when I get tired.”

Jasper giggles. “No, you don’t. You’re lying.”

“Oh, he’s definitely not,” Dalton assures him. “I’ve seen it. Trust me.”

Jasper glances between them before turning to his brother with a frown.

“It’s okay, Jas. If your arms get tired, we’ll both granny bowl.”

“Really?” Jasper’s face lights up. He really idolizes Hawk, and I’m glad my oldest son realizes it.

Maverick nods. “That sounds like a plan. If Jasper granny bowls, then so do the rest of us.”

“You can count me out of that pact,” I announce with a snort. “I can’t bend like that. I’ll use the ramp.”

“That’s okay, Mom. You’re growing a baby. It makes sense you use the baby ramp.” Jasper beams up at me as he takes the ball from Dalton and rushes over to put it on the ball return.

I hold my hand to my chest. “Ouch. Why do I feel like my child just insulted me?”

Dalton pats my arm as he walks past me. “That’s because he did.”

“Rude.” But I grin as I grab a ball and follow them.

It’s a good thing I love my kids.

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