Page 94 of His Sassy Omega
Picking up my cell phone, I dialed the number Wade had given me for Josh. He should be getting to the bakery about now. I needed to fill him in on Quinn, and come up with a plan for the next week to help him out any way I could. I couldn’t bake for shit, but I could help in other areas. I knew my brothers would pitch in with whatever they could. I was grateful that Quinn had agreed to the temp hires, and then accepted my gift of paying their wages to keep them on. At least that would free Josh up to concentrate on the baking, while the front counter and coffee were covered.
“Wade already called me, Lachlan,” Josh said by way of a greeting. “I’ve been here for a couple of hours. Tell Quinn we have everything covered.” I smiled again at Wade’s awesomeness for thinking of not only my work schedule but Quinn’s as well.
“Do you?” I ask him sincerely, hoping he’d give me an honest answer and not just what he thought I wanted to hear. I'd liked Josh the few times I’d met him. He was a calm beta, and he didn’t put up with a lot of Quinn’s crap, and I could appreciate that.
Josh sighed. “Well, honestly, no, but don’t tell Quinn that. He’ll fucking freak, and nobody needs that, especially him.”
I frowned. “What do you need? How can I help?”
Because he was right, Quinn would freak out if he thought something needed to be done at the bakery, and it wasn’t being done to his exact specifications.
There was silence for a minute, and I let Josh gather his thoughts. “If Quinn is back here in a week, we won’t need much. The extra hires have been a tremendous help.”
“What if he’s not back in a week?” I hedged.
“Is that a possibility?”
I thought back over the night, to the worried expression I’d seen on Finn’s face when they’d repeatedly taken Quinn’s blood pressure and the numbers weren’t changing. At the way they’d done ultrasound after ultrasound, checking on the placenta, the amniotic levels. My brother was good at schooling his face for patients, but not good enough to fool me. He’d voiced his concerns to me in private, out of Quinn’s earshot.
The blood pressure and the placenta issues were dangerous, and our pregnancy had just taken a turn we hadn’t been prepared for. When I’d asked how dangerous, Finn had laid it out for me. Placenta abruption was dangerous for both babies and Quinn, the blood pressure spiking, even more so. It could cause a condition called pre-eclampsia and could cause death. The two together were a recipe for disaster. Finn had been quick to reassure me that if Quinn followed directions, and was monitored closely, he could go home, and we could end with a healthy delivery for both the babies and my mate.
“It might be. There are concerns with one of the babies' placenta, and also Quinn’s blood pressure. It’s a waiting game now, and everything can change in an instant.” Tonight had proven that. “We need to be prepared, and have a plan in place. Possibly two or three plans.”
“Okay, then I would like to propose Quinn letting me hire someone to help with the baking. I’d let him have the final say on any decision, of course, but we are going to need someone. I can’t do it all myself. I don’t want The Sweet Spot to fail because of that.”
“Do it,” I told him, without having to even think about it. “Start the process, and I’ll talk to him about it.”
I knew he would fuss and bluster, and worry about the extra expense, and I’d make sure he knew he didn’t need to worry about it. His job right now was to concentrate on his health, and that of the twins. I knew he wasn’t going to be happy about it, but it’s what needed to happen. “Do you need more counter help?”
I could almost feel Josh’s relief over the phone. “I think we should be good, for now. How is Quinn, really? Wade said he was okay, the babies were okay for now, but how is he?”
I ran a hand through my already disheveled hair. I’d been pulling at it all night, and it was a mess. “He’s ok right now. The bleeding has pretty much stopped, so that’s a positive sign. The pups are active, and out of danger for the time being. He’s exhausted though, so if you need anything call me, please, before bothering him.”
“Will do,” Josh stated, in his calm, matter-of-fact way. “Tell him we are all thinking of him, and to not worry about this place. We’ve got it handled.”
“Thank you, Josh,” I told him sincerely, before ending the call.
I yawned, rubbing at my tired eyes, then made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a couple of bottles of water. Checked that all the doors were locked, and set the alarm, then made my way back upstairs to the bedroom.
Quinn’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. His hands were on each side of his little baby belly, rubbing softly. I sat the water down on the nightstand, then perched my hip on the bed, next to his side. I placed my hand over his, and his jeweled eyes fluttered open.
He smiled softly at me. “They’re restless. I’m trying to convince them to settle down, so I can sleep.”
I rubbed his belly with him, then placed my head above the slight mound, speaking softly to our pups. “Boys, it’s time to sleep now, Daddy is very tired after all the drama tonight, and so is Papa.”
Quinn snorted, and I sat up and grinned at him. “What?”
“Boys?” he questioned, one brow cocked. “They could be two ladies, you know?”
I shook my head. “Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’. “Two boys. Alphas.”
He huffed, and it was his ‘you’re annoying the ever-loving fuck out of me’ huff. I was becoming fluent in Quinn’s well-stocked arsenal of huffs. “You don’t know that.”
“I do,” I stated, matter-of-factly. “There hasn’t been a girl born to the Sinclair’s in over four hundred years. Or an omega. You, my love, are carrying two alpha boys.”
“Four hundred years?” His voice was incredulous and disbelieving.
“Four hundred years,” I reiterated, shrugging. “Sorry, not sorry.”
