Page 87 of His Sassy Omega
My moods had been all over the place lately. It was a little exhausting keeping up with myself. I felt a bit bad for Lachlan. Just a bit though, he was the one that had managed to get me pregnant, despite all the precautions I had taken to make sure that didn’t happen.
Suddenly I was pushing at his shoulders again. “Move, you big oaf.”
I nearly shoved him on the floor in my haste to push myself up, and finally – finally – look at the damn screen on the monitor. When I was able to catch a glimpse of the screen frozen in place, clearly showing two bean shaped…well, things, for lack of a better word, because they didn’t look one bit like babies yet, my breath caught in my throat. My heart ached with a fullness, a warmth I’d never felt before.
“Wow.” My voice was filled with awe. Lachlan followed my gaze, a smile on his face. He pulled the monitor closer to me, though I didn’t know why I was still laying on the exam table. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get up and move. He touched one bean, then the other, before turning his warm, gooey gaze to me.
“We made that.” he whispered, almost reverently. “That’s us, Quinn. You and me. We did that, and it’s beautiful.”
My eyes filled again with the tears I told myself I was just going to have to deal with, for the next couple of months. I’m not sure I would describe the jellybean looking images as beautiful just yet, but I understood his meaning. When he put it that way, that that wasuson the screen, it hit me in the gut with all the feels. I’d been wrong when I’d often joked with Wade that I didn’t catch feelings. I’d caught them in spades for Lachlan.
My hand reached out, trembling slightly, and I touched the screen with him. First one bean, then the other, then covered his hand over the images on that screen. “Lachlan?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re having babies.”
He swallowed, his eyes as glassy as mine, when he turned his head. “Are we?”
He was still giving me the choice, and I think I fell in love with him there and then, in that cold doctor’s office room. I’d probably already been a little in love with him, even if I refused to admit it to myself – along with about a hundred other things – but the love just filled me up when he asked that question.
“We are.” I took his face in both my hands, pulling him into me, my mouth covering his. Loving the feeling of his stubble against my skin, the taste of him on me. Loving everything about my alpha.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lachlan
I heard Quinn enter my house, the front door slamming behind him, and I had to smile as I fussed with the silverware on the table I’d set. In the last six weeks I’d grown accustomed to Quinn entering, and slamming the door of my house behind him. Whenever I brought up the slamming of the door, he’d just roll his eyes at me. “That door weighs like a thousand pounds. I have to put all my strength into it to get the damn thing to close.”
I looked over the table one last time, before rushing out of the dining room. Quinn was just hanging up his heavy coat. His moods were still all over the place, a fact that made him huff and puff with annoyance. Finn had assured him that in the next month his hormones should level out. All the while shaking his head where Quinn couldn’t see him, and mouthing to me, “They won’t. Sorry.”
Quinn had cut back on his hours at the bakery, or at least he was making an effort to. The two part-time holiday help I’d hired for him had stayed on, and were full-time now.
After leaving Finn’s office Christmas morning, we’d finally made it to Quinn’s parents house. Like my mom, Quinn’s mom Maeve had smelledthe pregnancy as soon as she’d wrapped him in her warm arms. She’d pulled back from him, stared him in the eyes with her matching green ones, a huge smile on her face. He’d huffed, though his cheeks had turned the prettiest shade of pink, and he’d ducked his head like a child. “Yes, I’m pregnant. Just found out. Consider this the gift we had to pick up this morning.”
She’d clapped her hands in glee, then wrapped me in a big hug, even though she didn’t know me from Adam. She was a miniature version of Quinn, and I adored her immediately. I’d hate to admit it, but I’d been nervous about meeting Quinn’s parents for the first time, and telling them we were pregnant all at once. It wasn’t ideal. Maeve had moved her gaze from me to her son, back to me, and smiled slyly. “Fated mates. How romantic, you have to tell me all about how you met.”
Later, after being introduced to his dad, Allan, a tall, thin wolf shifter with a quiet demeanor, and a glow for his wife every time he looked at her, we exchanged gifts. We hadn’t discussed if we were buying each other gifts, but I’d come with a gift for my mate anyway. He’d pulled out a large box for me, from beneath his parents’ tree, and laid it across my lap. “I had no clue what to get you, but when I saw it, I thought of you.”
Curious, I’d ripped into the wrapping paper with childish glee. Inside the box lay the softest sweater I’d ever touched, the exact shade of blue as my eyes. I’d pulled it on over my shirt, and Quinn’s eyes had heated. Gigi had fanned herself, her eyes sparkling and giving me a saucy wink. “Oh my, if I was thirty years younger, I’d give my grandson a run for his money, Hot Stuff.”
I’d winked at her. “If you were thirty years younger, Gigi, I’d let you chase me.” I’d gone over to my coat and pulled out a white envelope, handing it to Quinn. “Before you get all huffy, and sass me, just hear me out. You need the help. I spoke with the temps I hired for you, and they love working for you. They both want to stay on full-time.”
He’d opened the envelope with my present inside and read it over.
“I can’t take this,” he’d finally said, trying to hand it back to me.
I held up a hand, “Just listen, before you get all riled up. I want to keep paying their wages just until your birthday. When you get your trust, you take over. They aren’t bakers, but Josh said having them there meant he could help you with the baking and decorating full time. Let me do this for you. I’m not trying to take over, and I want you to keep doing what you are so good at. But I don’t want you killing yourself either. It’s a completely selfish gift. It means you might have more time to spend with me.”
The room had grown silent, everyone trying to act like they weren’t watching us like hawks, and couldn’t hear every word we were saying. Quinn rubbed at his chin, his cheek. He gave me a calculating look. “You are selling this hard.”
I nodded. “I am.”
“Okay.” I’d learned Quinn’s quietly spoken ‘okay’ was the answer he gave when he decided to give in to me, or anyone else. Or when he knew he was being stubborn just to be stubborn, and had changed his mind. There were no further questions from him, no further argument, just one word, quietly spoken.
We’d spent all of January and the beginning of February getting to know each other. We’d already had two doctor appointments for the pups.
The first official appointment had been eye opening and maddening. I was sure there wasn’t enough bleach in the world, to burn the memory of that appointment out of my brain. I still didn’t want to think about where my brother’s fingers had been inside my mate. I’d tried my best to keep myself, and my wolf under control, during that appointment. I had thought I’d been doing a bang-up job of it, until Finn had growled, “Lachlan, I swear, I will toss you out of this room if you growl at me one more time.”
