Page 91 of His Sassy Omega
I placed the warmed plate on the nightstand, and sat next to Quinn’s hip on the bed. I brushed a hand through his wild curls, so soft to my touch. One of my favorite things to do was play with his hair. He turned his face into my hand, nuzzling me in his sleep.
“Wake up, baby,” I whispered in his ear.
He moved, stretching a little. “Hmmm?”
“Wake up. I brought food, and you need to eat,” I told him, watching as he blinked his green eyes open.
“Tired,” he mumbled, his eyes sliding shut as he sank deeper into the blankets.
“Nope.” I nudged his shoulder. “Your stomach was growling, you need to eat. I know you were super busy today, and you forgot to eat like you should have. Gotta feed the pups.”
He sat up slowly, pushing himself until his back was resting against the headboard, the blanket pooling at his waist. I grabbed a pillow, draped it over his lap, and rested the warm plate on it. I’d brought two forks, and took a bite at the same time he did. He eyed me. “Did you make this?”
I gave him a suspicious look. “Why?”
“It’s good.” He took a bite of the sweet potato, eyes closing in silent bliss. Yeah, he’s not having any cravings. He ate the whole potato before moving on to more steak, and the scampi.
“Therese helped,” I confessed. “Probably more like I helped her, but whatever.”
He finished most of the plate on his own, and I was pleased by that. A warm buzz filled me, knowing he’d enjoyed the meal I’d prepared for him, and that he and our pups were full and well taken care of. I’d already started setting up my home office, so I could spend more time working remotely. The twins were due at the end of June, and I was planning to work mostly remotely by the time they arrived.
I sat the empty plate and silverware on the nightstand. I’d take care of them in the morning. Right then I had a gift for my Valentine. My very sleepy, rumpled Valentine, who was dozing while still sitting up. I kissed the tip of his nose, and his eyelids fluttered but didn't open. “I’ll be right back.”
Since I was headed downstairs anyway, I grabbed the dirty dishes and deposited them into the half full dishwasher. I grabbed up the tiny square box that I’d hidden in my desk drawer, waiting for this day to get here.
“Hey.” I nibbled at Quinn’s lips when I made it back upstairs. He hadn’t moved a muscle and was well and truly asleep. He mumbled grumpily. I’d learned the hard way that Quinn did not wake up a happy person. Ever. Not even from a nap. He needed a minute, or an hour, before you could speak to him.
Having to give up coffee has been hell for him, and everyone around him.
“Quinn.” I shook his shoulder lightly. He swatted at me blindly, whining at me.
I grinned and tried once more. “Wake up.”
He blinked his eyes at me, sleepily and not completely focused. “Is the house on fire?”
“Of course not.” I rolled my eyes.
“Do you have coffee?”
“You can’t have coffee,” I reminded him.
“Then I can’t imagine why you think it’s a good idea to be poking at me.”
“Move in with me.”
His eyes flew open, and I grinned. I figured that would wake him up.
“What?” he sputtered.
“You heard me.” I placed the box on his lap, and watched as he opened it, revealing a shiny house key. “I’m tired of the back and forth. I love your house, but I want this to be our forever home. Change what you want, I don’t care, just make it into a home. Our home.”
As much as I adored Quinn’s little house, it made more sense to move into mine. It was ten times bigger, and had more acreage for the pups to grow. I wasn’t above using the kitchen to sweeten the deal.
“This couldn’t have waited until morning?” he asked dryly.
I gave him a half shrug. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m trying to make a big romantic gesture here.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Next time, wait until I’m awake for your romantic gestures.” He slid down in the bed, patting the spot next to him. “Come to bed.”
