Page 98 of His Sassy Omega
“Did you give this person my recipe?” he demanded of Josh. Three sets of eyes shot his way. Oh boy, here we go, I thought. Prickly Quinn was in the house.
Josh held onto the plate of cookies he was holding, but he didn’t flinch at Quinn’s tone. “Nope. I interviewed three bakers this week, and I gave them all the same tasks. I gave them a plate of your cookies, let them taste them, pick them apart, whatever. Then I gave them time in the kitchen to replicate it. No recipe, no clues, no help. This is the first time I’m bringing you anything one of them has baked. Her name is Jenna. She’s new in town, a home baker, not classically trained. She seems very nice.”
Quinn ate the rest of the cookie, thoughtful as he chewed and swallowed. I think we were all holding our breaths. I know I was, and Finn and Wade were silent and not moving a muscle.
“Hire her,” Quinn instructed, and I let out the breath I was holding. I’d be glad to get the bakery sorted, so Quinn wouldn’t be worrying about it so much. He said he wasn’t, but he was.
Josh grinned, handing out the rest of the cookies, and I snatched two more. They were my favorites and I’d figured I wouldn’t be getting them for a few months.
Josh had tried to make them, from Quinn’s recipe, but they hadn’t turned out the best. He swore Quinn had left some secret out from his recipe. I wouldn’t put it past my mate. These cookies tasted just like Quinn’s, so if there was a secret ingredient missing from the recipe he gave to Josh, this person had figured it out.
“On it, boss.” Josh saluted.
“Thanks for everything you’re doing, Josh. It means a lot to me.”
The chill beta just shrugged, like it was no big deal. “I told you before, we’ve got this. You just cook those babies, and binge watch something on Netflix.”
Quinn tossed the latest celebrity gossip magazine he’d been flipping through since this morning, across the bed. “Gah, I’m sooo bored. I’mabout to start watching all of Lachlan’s horrible movies. I might even break down and watch‘Top Gun’.”
“It’s a classic.” I shoved another cookie in my mouth. Sweet Jesus, how I had missed these.
“Classically bad.”
“Still a classic,” I agreed, grinning.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lachlan
“Look, Thing One and Thing Two, don’t get any crazy ideas about extending your reservation.” Quinn’s voice drifted out of the bedroom, as I carried a tray full of lunch up to him. “Management is shutting that idea down. There will be no extended stays.”
I’d been horrified when, at our baby shower – the one Quinn said he absolutely, under no circumstances wanted – Wade had presented us with two tiny onesies, each printed with “Thing One” and “Thing Two” on them.
Wade had taken Quinn’s numerous protests about having a shower and ignored every single one of them. Doing what Wade always did when people protested what he wanted to do. He just did what he wanted anyway.
He’d thrown a baby shower in our library, and I’d carried Quinn down and deposited him on the sofa. He’d held court, laughing and opening gift after gift, after gift – our family and friends had surely emptied every baby department within a fifty-mile radius – of tiny sleepers, socks, onesies, more blankets than I imagined ten babies would use, bottles and diapers.
Regardless of my horror at theDr. Seussthemed onesies, the nicknames had stuck. Quinn had insisted, this way each baby had their own unique nickname before they were born. He’d decided it was much better than me calling them peanuts. I didn’t see how it possibly was better, but I’d given up the fight on this particular issue. Pick your battles and all that.
I paused outside the open door, listening.
“Your check-out date is in a week. Feel free to exit the premises early. You’ve been trying to escape what I frankly would like to point out are five-star accommodations, so there shouldn’t be any lollygagging going on now.”
I bit my lip, in an attempt to stifle my snickers. I had no doubt Quinn knew I was out here. His cat ears were better than my wolf’s on picking up sound most days, and I knew he could smell the grilled cheese I’d prepared.
I’d finally mastered that damn sandwich. Who knew something seemingly so simple, would be the most frustrating thing I’d tried my hand at making? Ever. I’d burned more bread and cheese than I wanted to ever admit to. Nothing smelled worse than scorched, blackened cheese, I’d found out. I had it down now, though, and made one hell of a scrumptious grilled cheese.
“Quit lurking out there,” Quinn called. “I’m starving.”
I placed the tray on the bedside table, watching as Quinn rubbed his hands over the huge mound that was his belly. He’d gained very little weight anywhere else, though his ass had filled out lusciously, but his stomach was stretched beyond my imagination. He’d whined when the vicious red marks had made an appearance, lining his skin from his belly button down towards his dick, but I found them stunning. Oh, they weren’t pretty, but they were a mark of our pups thriving, and for that reason, I found them remarkable and beautiful.
“I wasn’t lurking, I was eavesdropping. There’s a difference.” I handed him the plate of piping hot sandwiches, smiling when he placed it on his mound of stomach, and it balanced perfectly. He regarded me over the half sandwich he held, eyes shutting in bliss at the first mouthful of melted cheeses.
“Handing out eviction notices today, are we?” I grabbed a sandwich and made myself comfortable in the glider rocking chair I’d installed in our room last week. We had another in the nursery across the hall.
“Hmmmm, well, after all the trouble they’ve caused, I thought it best to make sure they understand they can come out anytime now.” He huffed a little. “I’m surprised they’re still in there, honestly. With all the scares, and Finn’s many lectures on the statistics of twins, especially shifters, coming early,” he rolled his eyes, “I figured they’d have made their debut by now. But nope,” he popped his ‘p’, “they’re all snug in there, happy as little clams, quietly snoozing away.”
He wasn’t wrong in his logic. I’d half expected that they’d have arrived by now, too. But I was also happy if they wanted to stay in and bake as long as they needed. I knew Quinn was more than ready to be done. The bed rest had been hard on him, on both of us, but he’d borne the brunt of it.
