Page 105 of His Sassy Omega
I followed the quiet murmurs down the hall to Lachlan’s home office. As I neared the doorway, I recognized Wade's voice, along with my mate.
Lachlan was talking to the computer screen, while he held Patrick in his arms, feeding him a bottle. Our little boy looked extra tiny nestled in his papa’s brawny arms. My stomach clenched tightly, and I felt my boxer briefs grow damp with my slick.
Because was there anything sexier than a big, gorgeous man holding a baby? I didn’t think so. Not when it wasyourbaby, and your mate.
Our sweet little angel girl, Rory, was snuggled in the portable crib set up next to Lachlan’s desk. She was sleeping soundly, one arm was thrown over her head, fist closed tightly. It was a perfect imitation of how her papa slept when I wasn’t wrapped around him like an octopus. I liked to sprawl, and if my mate happened to be under me when I did it, all the better. She made the cutest little snuffling sound, her perfectly shaped bow lips smacking together, in an imitation of sucking on her bottle.
I caught Lachlan’s eye when he expertly transferred Patrick to his shoulder to burp him. Lachlan had taken to fatherhood like he’d been doing ithis entire life. When both the twins were howling for a bottle or change, or both, at half-past midnight, I was glad I had an alpha who seemed to adore childcare. I don’t know what I would have done without him, after being released from the hospital after having them, if he’d been one of those alphas who rolled over and shoved a pillow over his face when pups were crying. I probably would have smothered him with said pillow.
I’d barely been able to move that first week home and couldn’t lift much of anything, including the babies. Lachlan would bring me a baby and a bottle after he’d changed them. He’d sit in the rocking chair he’d moved into our bedroom, and feed and rock whichever twin I didn’t have, while I fed the other, propped up in bed. He’d never complained, or gotten short with me once.
I winced, wishing I could say the same for myself. I’d been hurting, exhausted, cranky and after a week of barely being able to get up and walk to the bathroom without twinging in pain, I’d lashed out at him, more than once.
Each time I’d snarked at him, or sassed him, he’d smile sweetly, speak calmly, kiss me and continue with whatever he’d been doing. Nine times out of ten, dealing with something one of the babies, or I, needed.
Dirty diapers didn’t faze him, and these babies could make more poop than I’d ever thought possible.
Projectile vomiting? He was on it.
A cranky mate he couldn’t even breathe right in the same room with? No problem. He’d found a way to get me out of my foul mood, either with sweet kisses, softly massaging hands, or making me take a nap when I insisted that wasn’t what I needed. It usually was exactly what I’d needed, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
I’d fallen in love with him more each time he took care of us. He’d proved to me, in so many different ways with his actions, that he loved me, even when I wasn’t being very lovable.
After Patrick let loose with a tremendous burp that any guy would be proud of, Lachlan held up a finger, halting Wade’s recital of the latest foundation requests, and applications for services.
“Well?” Lachlan prompted, his whole body strumming with excitement.
I tossed him what I hoped was a smoldering, sultry look. “Tower control, you are cleared for landing.”
His whoop of excitement startled Patrick, who jerked on his shoulder, tossing his dark head. Lachlan shushed him, nuzzling his silky cheek and scenting him, murmuring soothing words. As if sensing her brother’s distress in her sleep, Rory squirmed, and made a whimpering sound, then settled when her twin did.
I’d just come from Finn’s office for my four-week checkup. As shifters, we healed faster than humans. My recovery time had been half of what it would have been, and I was glad of it. It had been a long, dry pregnancy and I missed my mate, orgasms, and his gorgeous, magnificent cock.
Looking at the twins, it had all been worth it. Even if there had been days I’d been afraid to move one muscle for fear of losing them both. Nothing had gone as planned in our pregnancy, from the bedrest to my skyrocketing blood pressure, to labor and delivery.
Finn had stressed to me at my appointment today, that no two pregnancies were the same, and I shouldn’t have any problems getting pregnant again, and most likely wouldn’t face the same issues.
I wasn’t sure another pregnancy was in our future, though. I adored the twins and hadn’t ever dreamed my heart could be so full of joy and love for two tiny beings, but two was plenty for me.
Lachlan and I had talked about it, and we weren’t exactly on the same page – when were we? – about having more kids. Lachlan would like one or two more. I wasn’t ruling it out completely, but it didn’t need to happen anytime soon.
I would be going back to work next week, and I couldn’t wait to get back into my kitchen. Though it didn’t hold near the excitement it had just a few months ago. I was starting to play with the idea of taking the twins with me now and then, setting up a portable crib in the corner of the kitchen. Because thinking of leaving them all day, even knowing they were in the more than capable hands of their papa, made my chest tighten with anxiety.
“Wade, it’s time. You know what to do,” Lachlan instructed his assistant, and I gave him a ‘what the fuck’ look combined with ‘you’re such a dork’ look. He was, too. A giant, smoking hot nerdy dork, who liked dad jokes, and bad TV (in my opinion,‘Friends’being the exception).
He was also incredibly smart and could work complex math problems in his head, and he had some kind of supernatural power of turning money into more money. He and my dad would have the mostboringconversations, using words that made little sense, but they seemed to enjoy each other’s company.
Lachlan had even gone over my books before I’d come into my trust – without my permission, and that had caused a huge fight – but he’d found tons of ways I could be saving money. I’d even let him invest a small portion of my profits into several different stocks, which had more than tripled in a small amount of time.
I did not doubt that my mate was the majority of the reason The Sinclair Foundation flourished, and was able to help so many businesses and people. Plus, what he’d been able to do with the family’s money. None of themwere ever going to be hurting to pay their bills unless they did something moronic.
“I’m on it, but I’m not calling your brother.” Wade’s voice came through the speaker on the monitor.
Lachlan rolled his eyes. “Then text him. Problem solved.” Without waiting for my best friend’s reply, Lachlan clicked a button with the mouse and silenced Wade mid-protest.
I pointed a finger at him, as he deposited Patrick next to his sister in the portable crib. “What are you up to?”
He slid his arms around my waist, and they naturally traveled down to the roundness of my ass, grabbing two handfuls, and giving them a squeeze. I’d gained some pounds back there and had yet to lose it all. If Lachlan’s inability to keep his hands off my ass was any indication, he didn’t seem to mind the extra cushion I’d gained in my back end.
