Page 86 of His Gentle Omega
“Yes, please!” Excitement raced through me, and I grinned when she gave me a date of mid-January. I was going to be a papa just after the holidays. It seemed so far away, but so close. There was so much to do.
She left us then, instructing me to schedule my next appointment on the way out, and handing me prescriptions for prenatal vitamins and something to help with my morning sickness. Which, thankfully, hadn’t been too terrible. I was mostly just queasy, which was annoying, but better than heaving my guts up every day.
“You know,” Seth informed me, as we were walking towards our cars, “I’m gonna buy this kid a shit ton of Christmas presents, right? I mean, I know he’s not even gonna be born yet, but I don’t care.”
“Could be a girl, you know?”
He waved a dismissive hand at me, reaching for his car door. “B, I am good with whatever you pop out. You do all the gross delivery stuff and I’ll do all the shopping. Win, win. You heading back to work?”
I had scheduled my appointment for the latest in the afternoon I could get and had gone into my office early. “I’m done for the day. I’m going to go shopping for Lucas’s party tomorrow.”
Seth nodded, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I got him three big packs of matchbox cars. Like a hundred and fifty of them. I hope Shay steps on one in his bare feet.”
Shaking my head, I laughed. “You’re such a brat.”
He grinned, unrepentant in his sheer evilness. “I know! Toodles!”
Waving at him, I headed to the mall. I had shopping to do for a very special boy.
The following afternoon, the sounds of a party in full swing drifted to me before I let myself into Shay’s backyard through the open gate. Kids were running everywhere in what looked like controlled chaos. I recognized many of them from the pool party, but there were many I hadn’t seen before. Which told me Lucas was making plenty of friends before school started.
There was a decorated table set up for gifts and I made my way to it, setting my gift bag down amongst the other brightly wrapped presents. A table next to it held a cake with white frosting and colorful race cars stuck on top of it.
Turning, I noticed Shay standing next to Asher across the yard, keeping his eyes on the kids. Seeing me, he smiled, making his way over to where I was standing.
“I’m glad you came,” he told me softly, looking down at me. The look in his blue eyes filled me with heat, and I steadfastly tried to ignore it.
“Of course,” taking a sip of the water bottle I had brought with me, I hoped the cool liquid would lower my body temperature.
We stood there, just staring into each other’s eyes like a pair of romantic leads in a movie, barely any space between us but not touching.
Shay looked good. Damn good. His hair had lightened more from spending time outdoors, a mixture of tawny and white blonds that highlighted the healthy golden tan of his face. He was wearing shorts again, which he seemed to spend the majority of his time in when he was home. They showed off his muscular legs, and the golden hair that lightly covered his luscious thighs glinted in the sun. His blue eyes sparkled, the shadows that had haunted him pushed to the background.
And his scent!
My Goddess, the man smelled positively divine. My sense of smell had been working overtime with my pregnancy, unfortunately not always in my favor. Many things I had enjoyed before now made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. Coffee made me want to gag. Cooking hamburger was a definite no.
But Shay’s musky richness was hitting me in all the right places. His fresh clean, earthy scent had desire swirling low in my belly. Taking a step back in self preservation, I almost knocked into the table holding the cake. Shay grabbed me lightly by my upper arms, his eyes heated. His low, rumbled, “Careful,” had my pulse racing.
Lashes fluttering, I stared up at him, lost in the ocean blue of his eyes. “Thanks,” I whispered, his hands burning a path where they still held onto me.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” his voice was low, sexy, and reverberated through me. “You look better. Not that you don’t always look good; you do.” He stammered, and I gave him a lopsided grin at his rambling. “You’re beautiful. But you look better. I was worried.”
“I feel better,” I told him, and he was still holding onto me. “Sorry I was…snappish that day. It had been a really long day.”
“No worries.”
He hadn’t let go yet, and his hands rubbed up and down my arms lightly, sending tiny sparks across my skin with each swipe. “Did you mow my lawn yesterday?” I changed the subject.
He gave me a sheepish grin, his cheeks flushing with rosy color. “Um…yeah. I was home and mowing mine. You shouldn’t be mowing in the heat, especially since you don’t do well in it.”
“That was a one-off day,” I assured him. “But thank you. You don’t need to do that though. I kind of hate mowing, so I’m not going to complain too hard.”
Goddess, I needed to stop thanking him. One thank you was more than sufficient.
“Yeah, I can tell you don’t like mowing,” he gave me a bigger grin. “To be honest, your weird zigzag patterns you make when you mow, not to mention all the spots you miss, were kind of making my eyes twitch.”
Despite laughing, I tried to sound serious. “Oh well, I wouldn’t want that. Please feel free to mow my lawn anytime then. I wouldn’t want my lawn skills to be the reason you develop an eye twitch.”
