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“I know, but I enjoyed today.” When I rolled my eyes at him, he amended, “Not justthat. Though I did enjoy that.” He gave me a smile that was pure wicked hotness. “I like you, Wyatt. And whether you want to believe it or not, we are fated. I’d like to get to know you better, with our clotheson.” He stressed the last part because he was obviously a mind reader.
My brow furrowed as I tried to work out what he was asking me. Apparently, my super brain was still picking and choosing when it worked and when it didn’t. Or this was one of those instances when I didn’t have enough grasp of people etiquette to understand where this conversation was headed.
“Bring Julianna on Saturday, and you can shift and not worry about her. Take your time, stretch your legs. Eat all the leaves your little giraffe heart can handle. I’ll fix us some lunch when you’re done, and we can talk. Get to know each other better. With our clothes on.” He winked, and my heart did some kind of flip-flop somersault thing that I wasn’t sure I liked. But I also didn’t not like it either. “Maybe mostly on. Let’s just keep our options open with the clothes situation, shall we?”
My tongue licked suddenly bone-dry lips, and my heart sped up to an alarming rate as I stared into his dark eyes.
Nodding, I gave him a tentative smile, “All right, yes. I’d like that. Saturday.”
Grayson lifted my hand, and his lips pressed a warm kiss into the top of my skin. “It’s going to be a very long week,mon petit cheri.”
My knees went weak at his husky voice whispering roughly in French, and I quickly snatched my hand back to hide my reaction, before I knocked briskly on the door.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Becks
Saturday tookforeverto finally roll around, and I paced my house, wanting everything to be perfect. Straightening one of the red throw pillows on my couch, I glanced at my watch. Wyatt should be here in about ten minutes with the baby, for my first alone time with her.
Restless, I paced to my stove, idly stirring the pot of vegetable soup I had simmering. September had a toe creeping towards October and the day had a slight chill to it. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, but the trees outside my door were just beginning to lose some of their brightly colored leaves. Fall wasdefinitely in the air.
The crunch of tires in my drive had me racing towards the door, and I just barely stopped myself from running excitedly out to meet them. As much as I was looking forward to spending time with my princess, I was just as excited to spend time with Wyatt.
He was right; we would never get anywhere in our relationship if every time we were in the same room our clothes fell off. Not that I minded that, because I was one hundred percent on board with being naked with Wyatt pretty much all the time. It didn’t bother me that we couldn’t engage in penetrative sex for a couple more weeks. There were plenty of other inventive things we could do. The other day had been hot enough to linger in my memory and might have been shower jerk off material every day since.
Wyatt was sexy, beautiful, and that mind of his–what a fucking turn on that was. But Jamie was right–damn him–I had been coming at Wyatt like a bulldozer, expecting him to just do what I said. Even if my intentions had been good, which they were, because I really did have Wyatt’s well-being in mind, my actions had been horrible. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure what had gotten into me, except maybe it was my alpha hormones going wacky being around my omega and our pup.
That and having my fated mate within touching distance probably hadn’t helped the situation.
At the gentle knock on my front door, I paused with my hand on the knob, taking a deep breath before I opened it.
Wyatt stood there, looking tall and gorgeous, the sun behind him throwing a glow around his wild tawny curls. I was glad when he had cut it he had left some length on the top. I loved his curls. He had Jules’ hot pink diaper bag on his shoulder and was holding her, still strapped in her car seat carrier, in the other.Smiling, I reached out to take her from him, since I knew he really shouldn’t be lugging her around.
Omegas have been carrying babies around for years, you nut job,my wolf snickered.
It’s only been three weeks since he gave birth,I countered, ushering Wyatt in with a soft smile and closing the door behind him.
He deposited the diaper bag on the sofa, his nose twitching. “Something smells good.”
Unbuckling Jules, I lifted her up, giving her a kiss on her soft hair. She was awake and wide eyed, gazing up at me as I cradled her in my arms. She felt like she’d gotten bigger since I had last seen her, which was crazy, because I saw her on Wednesday night after my shift for a couple of hours.
“Vegetable soup,” I told him, giving him another smile. “I thought soup and sandwiches, if that’s okay?”
He nodded, running a hand over Jules’ curls. How Wyatt couldn’t see her curls were just like his was beyond me. Though admittedly, there was curly hair on both sides of her D.N.A. “Sounds great, thank you. She ate an hour ago, so she should be okay for a bit. And she slept on the way over, even though it’s not that far. She woke up when the car stopped.” He rolled his eyes, “Seems like as soon as she is in the car she’s out like a light.”
“So if she gets cranky before you’re back, I should just drive her around then?” I joked.
“Probably,” he grinned, then ran a hand through his hair, “I was going to do a grocery run, then come back and go for a shift, if you don’t mind.”
“Wyatt, this is your time to do whatever you need to do. Lunch can wait until you're done with your shift. Takeall the time you need.”
“I just don’t want to take advantage of you,” he nibbled his bottom lip, something I noticed he did when he was feeling unsure of himself.
“You’re not,” I assured him. “This is technically my parenting time. You don’t need to ask my permission to do anything. Though I do appreciate you telling me in case I need to get ahold of you. But that’s what cell phones are for. Go and enjoy some time on your own. I imagine even grocery shopping without a baby can be less stressful than it is with her.”
He shrugged, “I guess I’ll find out.”
Still, he hesitated, shuffling his feet from side to side. I wanted to tell him to go and do what he needed to do, but I was afraid it would come out like a barked order and I didn’t want to do that. Finally, I said softly, “She’s going to be fine, you know?”
