Page 78 of His Sassy Omega
I watched Quinn lean down to scan his eyes over my vast CD collection. I realized I was unconsciously holding my breath, and I let it out.
Finn had sent me a text telling me he was going to be later than he’d estimated. The snow was coming down harder, and the roads were a slick mess. He’d gone to his clinic to grab a pregnancy test to bring over. I felt like we could have gotten one at the drugstore, but when your brother is a doctor and an OB/GYN, you just let him do his thing.
I didn’t want to take the time to try to find any place that was open this late on Christmas Eve, and I didn’t want to wait.
I was glad for the extra time the winter storm was causing. It gave me a chance to get a grip on my thoughts. Could I have gotten Quinn pregnant? He hadn’t had a heat in the few short weeks we’d been together. With him on birth control, he wouldn’t have a heat except about once a year. We hadn’t even had a chance to talk about when his heat would hit, but I knew he hadn’t had one in the short time we’d been together.
I had knotted him, more than once, and the first time the condom had broken. After that, we hadn’t bothered using one. I’d assumed his birthcontrol would take care of any issues that might arise from that. He’d thought the same thing. I was waffling between being absolutely over the moon excited, to freaking out, to heart broken.
Quinn had made it clear how he felt about having kids. I had to respect his wishes, even if it wasn’t what I wanted. It was his body. He was the one who ultimately had to carry the pup, and give birth. If I could do it for him, I would in a heartbeat. I was terrified of what this test was going to say, and I kept cautioning myself not to get too attached to anything. We didn’t even know if he was pregnant.
The results of this test could change everything for us.
His scent had changed. I’d first noticed it when he’d had the flu, but I hadn’t given it a second thought. I wasn’t lying when I’d told my mom I’d just assumed it was our scents mixing. That happened when people mated. Even though we hadn’t taken the final step yet and claimed each other. I assumed the mingling of our scents was because we were fated mates. I was done tiptoeing around the possibility. I knew it in my heart, and my soul, and every cell of my body, that we were fated.
Add the scent change in with all his other symptoms….and two plus two was equaling a strong possibility of him being pregnant.
I’d hardly given him a chance to see my house before I was ushering him into my library slash family room. It was my favorite room in my house; warm and inviting, with a fireplace, and all my favorite things in it. It was where I could relax and be me. Just Lachlan. Not the oldest brother. Not the head of the family. Not the CEO. Not anything that people expected of me, just me. It was where I could relax, put my feet up, and breathe. I needed to relax now, because my omega was anything but relaxed. I could feel his stress level peaking with every second that passed, while we waited for Finn.
I tried to see this room through his eyes. What did he see? Did he even like what he saw? Other than our one official date, with his work schedule, we hadn’t been out again. I’d never brought him here. We’d spent all our limited free time at his house.
I watched him, still bent over looking at my music collection. I’d brought him in here to divert his mind as much as possible, until Finn showed up and reality crashed back into us. It seemed to be working. His shoulders were looser, and he seemed less likely to bolt out the door, and I could feel the tension easing from him.
My tastes in music were wide and eclectic. I loved music, always had, and it showed in my CD collection that took up two whole bookcases in the room. I’d recently started collecting vinyl, having treated myself to a record player. I loved the sound of vinyl, and had come across a secondhand music store that had original, used vinyl albums. Yeah, I’d probably paid more for a couple of the albums than was sane, but I regretted nothing.
Quinn side-eyed me. “You have a surprising, and alarming, amount of eighties hair bands.”
“What’s an ‘alarming’ amount?” I asked, my eyes wide. Most people would be surprised that I had any in my collection. It somehow didn’t fit into my three piece, buttoned up, number loving persona.
“Any,” he answered, straightening up to his full height. He perused the shelf above, and by the wrinkle of his nose, I knew he found it lacking.
I was horrified by his response, and didn’t try to hide it. “Don’t knock the hair bands.”
I tried to sound menacing, but I found it fun to spar with him, and it was taking our minds off of things we didn’t want to talk about. Yes, we were clearly ignoring the big blue elephant in the room, but it was also a good way to find out the little things about each other.
It was a fair assumption that my mate had no taste in music, but I could live with that. I was sure I could bring him over to the dark side. I watched as he ran his fingers over several CD cases, and I saw his mouth moving silently. Brow knitted, I realized he was counting.
He shot me another side-eyed look. “Also, an alarming amount of The DoorsCD’s.”
Pointing a finger at him, I growled a little. “Don’t.”
He opened his mouth, and I cut him off, before whatever nonsense he was about to spew could enter the atmosphere. “The Lizard King was a god. I won’t hear a word against him.”
He clamped his mouth shut with a snap. I could see a smile threatening, as he moved onto my DVD collection. I didn’t even want to hear his opinions on my movies, as they were as varied as my music tastes.
He stopped, and shuddered. “‘Top Gun’? Seriously?”
I raised a brow at him, then waved my hands in the universal ‘bring it on’ sign. “Let’s hear it.”
He sighed, and all the disappointment he felt for me was in that small sound. “It’s like one of the worst movies. Ever.”
I shuddered, an actual shudder ran through my body, at his review.
“Stop.” I couldn’t listen to this.
“It has like fifty inaccurate things in it,” he pointed out.
“I don’t care. No one cares about that. We are too busy basking in the hotness of Maverick and Goose. And Ice.” Goddess, Val Kilmer, back in the day washot. And he’d played Jim Morrison in a movie. Extra hotness points for that.
