Page 12 of His Pretty Omega
Stepping out of the way, I let the nurses do what they needed to do with the baby, and gave Bennett and Shay a few minutes to cuddle on the extra-large bed.
“Does this little one have a name?” Chelsea asked, handing the baby back to his parents after cleaning him up.
Bennett and Shay looked at each other, grinning. “Brodie. His name is Brodie. Brodie Cian Pierce.”
“Brodie?” I wrinkled my nose. “Sounds like a surfer. Did Josh from The Sweet Spot come up with it? Because it sounds like something Josh would suggest.”
“We agreed on it together,” Shay settled Bennett snuggly against his side, scowling at me.
“Mmmm,” was my only response. Actually, I liked the name, but I couldn’t just suddenly stop giving Shay shit. It was our thing. Stretching, I yawned loudly, my stomach growling obnoxiously.
“I’m gonna go to the cafeteria and find some food. You want something?”
“Yes! Anything, I’m starving.” Bennett exclaimed, his stomach rumbling louder than mine was.
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up,” I smiled warmly down at Brodie, who was snuggled in Shay’s arms, sleeping peacefully. “If I can’t find anything good, I’ll pick up from the diner.”
“Ohhh,” Bennett moaned, “pancakes. Please. And bacon.”
Laughing, I winked. “Diner it is. I shall return.”
“Maybe get a quick shower and a change of clothes before you come back?” Shay suggested. “Run a brush through your hair.”
I flipped him off as I went out the door, though he wasn’t wrong. A shower was definitely needed, along with a change of clothes, about a gallon of water and some sleep.
Chapter Six
Seth
February
What the actual fuck had I done?
I needed to talk to Bennett.
Because there was never a time when you needed your best friend more than when you were sitting on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, clutching a positive pregnancy test in your hand, after puking your guts up the last week and a half.
It seemed like some kind of cosmic bullshit to be staring at a positive test, when I could barely even remember the night that had caused it.
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies, my cougar garbled, making me cringe at their off-key rendition of a classic song.
“Please don’t butcher good ‘80’s songs,” I snarked weakly, “I’m nauseous enough.”
He wasn’t wrong though; I was completely and totally lying to myself. I remembered plenty from the night that had caused this. Way too much alcohol. Bratty behavior trying to get the sexy alpha’s attention. Gorgeous flowing locks of dark brown hair, sensual brown eyes, and possessive growls. Whispered words against my skin, spoken in Spanish and English.
Bits and pieces of that night had started to come back to me, things I had forgotten, over the last several weeks. There would also be flashes, at the oddest times of my day, when I wasn’t even thinking abouthimat all.
Clothing hitting the floor. Hands desperate to touch heated skin. Toe curling rimming. And the sparks between us when we touched. That had been new and interesting.
Of all the times my birth control had to fail, of course it would be the one time I didn’t even know the alpha’s name.
Because you didn’t want to, my cat reminded me, not at all being helpful.Like always, you didn’t want to get too close.
Leaning my head back against the cool wall, I banged my palm flat on the floor. “Fuck!”
Dialing my phone, I waited for my bestie to pick up. It was early on a Saturday morning, but I knew Bennett would be up. Baby Brodie and his seven-year-oldsoon-to-be step-son, Lucas, were early risers. Neither of them had grasped the concept of sleeping in yet.
“Why are you calling me so early?” Bennett asked in lieu of saying hello. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? If you’re okay, I’m going back to bed, because new baby. And it’s Valentine’s Day and Shay and I have plans later I would really like to stay awake for. It’s been six weeks since we had Brodie and papa needs to get some.”
