Page 22 of His Pretty Omega
We rode the elevator down to the parking lot together in silence. Alex was shuffling the many, many pamphlets Naomi had shoved at him from one hand to the other.
“Well,” I told him when we were standing in the bright March sunlight and sliding my sunglasses onto my face, “I need to get back to work. I guess we’ll talk soon?”
He frowned at me, that wrinkle in his forehead returning. “Walk to my car with me? I have something for you, remember? Please.”
Nibbling on my lip, still trying to sort out all my emotions and feelings, not to mention the kiss that had rocked my entire world from earlier, I finally nodded. “Okay, yeah.”
Chapter Nine
Alex
I could tell Seth was lost in his head somewhere, no doubt grappling with everything that had happened today. Admitting we were fated. The kiss. That kiss had been pretty great. It hadn’t been passionate, hurried, or anything our previous kisses had been. Instead it had been sweet and tender, but I had poured all of my feelings into that kiss, everything I wanted for us. For our future together.
Because I did want a future with Seth. He was mine, and he was having our pup, and all the rest would work itself out. I had no doubts. The Goddess had made him for me, and me for him.
I had never been one to believe in insta-love, but I could feel myself already falling hard and fast for Seth. Hell, whowas I kidding? I had fallen head over heels for him in that hotel room on New Year’s.
Holding my key fob towards my Mercedes, it beeped, letting me know it was unlocked.
Seth whistled lowly, “Nice car. You must be doing a shit ton of business in Sweet Alps.”
Smiling ruefully, I shook my head. “Once upon a time, I was a big shot divorce lawyer in New York city. My billable rate was about a thousand dollars an hour. It’s why I can afford to take on so many pro bono cases and have a sliding scale and generous payment plans for my clients now.”
Seth didn’t seem to know what to say to that, but I could practically see his mind whirling. I hadn’t missed anything he had said in my office or at his doctor appointment. He had stressed he was “too much”. That told me someone, somewhere, had planted that idea in his head. I planned to help him get rid of that notion.
Opening the passenger seat, I pulled out the items I had brought him. A dozen red roses and an expensive box of chocolates.
He stared at them like they were poison, not moving to take them from my outstretched hands.
“What?” he asked, looking perplexed. “Why? I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”
“Valentine’s Day,” I told him patiently, which just made him tilt his head and give me a look like he thought I’d gone completely around the bend. “You said you wishedfor roses and chocolates and not a positive pregnancy test. I wasn’t there for Valentine’s, or to sit with you while you waited for the test results. But I’m here now, Seth, and I’m not going anywhere. So, roses and chocolates.” When he still hesitated, I rolled my eyes. “Take them.”
He did, finally, sniffing delicately at the roses and holding the gold box of chocolates tightly against his chest. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not sharing these chocolates.”
My lips quirked in a smile, “Duly noted.”
“Unless there are coconut ones,” he said, making an ick face. “You can have those, because gross.”
“No coconut ones, I promise,” I made a cross with my finger over my heart. “Cross my heart. Caramels, coffee cream, and a couple raspberry creams.”
“Mmmmm,” he closed his eyes and smiled.
“I did okay, then?” I couldn’t help but tease him, but also, I wanted to know for future reference.
He gave a noncommittal shrug. “You did alright.”
He was a tough one, my pretty, bratty omega, but I was up for the challenge.
“Let me fix you dinner tonight,” I told him, brushing a lock of hair back from his forehead where it had fallen. “After you get off of work. We can talk about all of this.”
“All of this?” he took another small sniff of the flowers, still holding them and the candy tightly to his chest.
“Us,” I said, “being fated, our pup. The future. Do you even want a future with me?”
It was a risk asking him so soon, and I knew I was probably rushing things, but everything inside me didn’t want to wait. Not with him.
“You make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” he whispered quietly, “make me want things I never thought I wanted before. But I do think I want them. With you.”
