Page 79 of Best Friends
“We’re running out of shirts.” Malcolm laughs. “It’s a losing battle. The spit up monster is winning.”
Jamie makes a small sound and opens his eyes, looking around with a serious expression as if he knows we’re talking about him. He starts fussing, making little mewling sounds that mean he’s getting hungry. I take him from Cheyenne, settling him against my chest, and he immediately calms down, recognizing my scent, my heartbeat.
We visit a while longer with Chey, then she takes off. Malcolm take Jamie in for his bath, and I sit on the couch and close my eyes. When I wake up, it’s raining and the room is dark.Malcolm is beside me, his arm around my shoulder and our son sleeping peacefully in the curve of his arm.
“You’re awake,” Malcolm says softly, smiling down at me.
“Yep.” I smile back.
He lowers his head and we kiss. I feel that same spark and hunger that hit me the first time we kissed in the elevator. The first touch of our lips was chaotic and terrifying, and it came very close to destroying our friendship. When I think of how scared I was to love Malcolm as more than a friend, it’s mind boggling to me. Because now, I can’t see him as anything but my alpha. Being his omega feels right. Perfect.
Meant to be.
When the kiss ends, he licks his lips. “Mmmm. Maybe we should put this little one down and go to bed.”
I laugh. “And you say I have a one track mind?”
His lips twitch. “I never said it was a bad thing.”
I touch his stubbled cheek, my heart aching. “I love you so much, Malc. I’m so happy. Sometimes it scares me how happy I am.”
“Why?” He frowns.
“You and me? It feels too good to be true.”
“Nah.” He sweeps his thumb possessively over his bite mark on my throat. “You’ve got that all wrong, C. When it comes to you and me? It’s too goodnotto be true.”
