Page 68 of Best Friends
My heart warms. “Same.” I hesitate. “Was there some reason you brought that up?”
He sighs. “A bunch of the alphas at work who have kids keep telling me that you and I will drift apart once the baby arrives.”
“What? Why would that happen?”
“They say alphas lose interest in the omega after breeding. I told them they’re full of shit. Nothing will ever make me lose interest in you, C.” He sighs. “But they said it wouldn’t be up to me. That you’ll lose interest in me first. The baby will be all you care about.”
“That’s just plain nonsense.”
“I said the same thing, but they all think I’m a fool for not listening to them.”
Scowling, I ask, “Who are these alphas?”
“Harry and Robert.”
I frown. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. First of all, we’ve always been best friends. We respect and actually like each other. Harry and Robert put their omegas down all the time. Last Christmas party at the station, Harry was hitting on Teresa from accounting right in front of his wife. Why would we listen to dicks like them?”
“I guess their bullshit got to me because I can’t stand the thought of you pulling away from me, C. I mean, I get that a baby will be tiring and we’ll have to get into a routine. But to say we’d drift apart, after sharing the most amazing experience together, that just doesn’t track for me.”
“It shouldn’t either. There’s no way anything can come between what we have, Malc. It’s not possible.”
“I hoped you’d say that.”
“Of course I’m saying that. Don’t let unhappy people get in your head. They’re not like us. Frankly, I think they’re jealous of what we have.”
“You’re right. Why would I let bitter assholes get in my head? They don’t know what they’re talking about. They don’t even help their omegas with the babies. They insist it’s not their problem, that everything is the omega’s responsibility. They dump all the feedings, diaper changes, and house work on their omegas, and then wonder why the omega has no time to kiss their ass when they get home,” he rumbles.
I smile at his indignation. “See, just the fact that you say that makes me realize we have nothing to worry about. You’ll always be my favorite person in the world, Malc. It doesn’t matter if I adore our baby, which of course I will. You’re always going to hold a special place because, well, you’re my best friend and soulmate. You don’t turn your back on your best friend and soulmate.”
He grins. “I think it’s a felony to do that.”
“Well, I’m very law abiding, so we have nothing to worry about.” I smirk. “Although, this conversation about breaking the law etc does remind me that you promised I could handcuff you next time we had sex.”
His face flushes. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“You certainly did.” I bite my bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about cuffing you to the headboard and riding your cock.”
He swallows loudly. “Damn, C. You’re making it kind of hard to drive.”
“So you like the idea of me cuffing you to the bed while you fuck my brains out?”
“Yeah, I like it a lot.” He leans over and smooths his hand possessively over my bulging belly. “You kind of have a one track mind lately, C., and I’m digging it.”
“I’d say it’s the pregnancy hormones, but it’s not. I just really like having sex with my best friend.” I smirk, guiding his hand down between my thighs so he can feel my erection.
“Fuck it.” He lets out a lusty rumble and puts his foot down harder on the accelerator. “We’ll get ice cream some other day. I’m taking you home.”
Chapter Fourteen
(Eight and a half months pregnant)
I’m standing on a step stool, teetering as I stretch my body to replace a bulb in the kitchen. The ceiling is higher in this room than some of the other rooms in the house. Malcolm is in the nursery, painting it a cheery butter yellow color. Since we don’t know the sex of the baby, but we want the nursery finished, we compromised on that gender-neutral color.
“What are you doing?” Malcolm growls from behind me.
His voice startles me and I almost drop the bulb clutched in my hand. His big hands land on my hips and when I glance down, he looks angry.
“You’re eight and a half months pregnant. What the hell are you doing standing on step stools? Are you insane, C.?”
