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“Come on, Daddy!” Lucas urged from the doorway. “Our family is waiting for us.”
“Let me grab the presents.” Wiping my eyes so Lucas wouldn’t see, I took the handle of one of the gift bags, and Bennett took the other one. “I don’t know how he got so brave.”
Bennett gave me a smile, reaching up on tiptoes, and I bent to meet his upturned face, brushing my lips lightly over his. “He learned it from you, Shay. He learned it from you. Now come on, our family is waiting for us.”
“I love the sound of that,” I told him, as I closed the door behind us and stepped into the cool Fall air.
“Me too.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Bennett
“I need Lily to hurry up,” I whined, laying uncomfortably on the exam table with a too full bladder. “I swear if I don’t get to pee soon, someone is going to have a mess to clean up.”
Shay grabbed my hand in his, grinning broadly. “I’m sure it won’t be much longer. How busy can they even be on Black Friday?”
“Babe, did I not just work a full day?” I squirmed on the table, trying to concentrate on anything that would take my mind off having to pee. “Hospitals and doctors don’t get to take Black Friday off. It’s not an actual holiday, you know?”
He kissed my knuckles, “How was your day, by the way. I feel kind of bad that I got to have the day off with Lucas andyou had to work.”
“Not too busy, considering.” Blowing out a breath, I released a tired sigh. “I’m just glad to be off my feet. Can we just grab something for dinner and take it home? I’m too tired to cook.”
I was really regretting turning down all the Thanksgiving invites we had, to instead have pizza at home, in our jammies. At the time, I had just wanted to be home, napping, but turkey leftovers sounded amazing right about now.
“How about we swing by Ash’s and grab Lucas, and we go to the diner?”
Not wanting to whine, but really not feeling like going out, I gave him a wan smile. “Sure, as long as I can change into sweats before we go.”
With only about a month and a half left of my pregnancy, I was always tired lately. And I was all about comfort these days. While work hadn’t been that busy today, I had still spent a fair amount of time on my feet. Since I absolutely hated Black Friday shopping, I usually let most of my department take the day off, especially if they covered the Thanksgiving holiday.
“You can wear whatever you want,” Shay promised, as Lily bustled into the room, apologizing for being fifteen minutes late.
“I’m so sorry, guys, we’ve had a couple of emergencies today.” She explained, dimming the lights and then washing her hands. Drying them, she tossed the paper towel in the trash. “Let’s see if we can find out what this little one is today?”
“Please cooperate,” I told my very rounded tummy, “I can’t deal with your Uncle Seth one more minute if we can’t see what you are this time.”
“I don’t know why it matters so much to him,” Shay grumbled, squeezing my hand. “As long as the baby is healthy, it doesn’t matter.”
Lily busied herself with typing in things on the computer, readying the ultrasound machine. We had a scan right after Edward’s attack, but the pup had been feeling shy that day and refused to give up the goods. Lily had been kind enough to agree to take another look.
“I don’t know.” Pulling my top up, Lily tugged my pants down and placed a towel under the elastic band, so the gel didn’t get on them, “He’s got some color scheme going on or something. Says he has to know. It’s Seth, you know how he gets.”
“I know he’s a pain in my ass most days.”
Lily snorted, squirting some warm gel on my belly. “Little pressure,” she warned, starting to run the wand over my stomach, pressing down.
“You’re still upset about the Lamaze class, aren’t you? Let it go.”
“I’m your mate, and the baby’s alpha daddy,” Shay’s eyes were glued to the black and white screen, and the image that had popped onto it. “The fact that he thinks I wouldn’t be your labor coach, or excuse me, even in the room, is a problem.”
Giggling at his put upon, surly tone, my eyes were just as glued to the screen as his. Not that I really knew what I was looking at, but I could easily make out our baby’s head, and limbs, as they swam around in the amniotic fluid. “You’re both my coaches, I told you that. I need you both there for very different reasons.”
“Just give in, Shay,” Lily advised, “don’t ever argue with a pregnant omega.”
“Sound advice,” I agreed with a cheeky grin, “thank you, Lily.”
She took some measurements, pointing out certain things on the screen. “Everything looks good. You’re still on track for a January eighteenth due date. Now,” she smiled brightly at us, “someone seems to be in a flashing mood today. You still want to find out what you’re having?”
