Page 23 of His Pretty Omega
My heart soared with joy at his words, but I tried to play it cool. Still there was no stopping the silly, wide grin on my face. “Yeah?”
He nodded, smiling back at me, “Yeah. It’s nuts! It’s absolutely insane! I didn’t even really believe in fated mates. Definitely not this instant love bullshit.” He seemed to realize what he said, and tried to back track, “Not that this is love. Nobody said the L word. Just forget you heard that. Pregnancy hormones, I guess. Maybe I need to eat. Yeah, that’s it. Low blood sugar, or something.” He somehow jostled the box of candy and flowers, until he had the lid off the candy enough to pop two caramels in his mouth and chewed rapidly.
“Dinner tonight,” I repeated, “my place. Let me have your phone.”
Since he was bogged down with his gifts, I slipped it from his hand, tsking when he didn’t even have it password protected.
“What?” he grumped, “I get tired of having to unlock it all the time. It’s freaking annoying. What’s someone gonna find on there anyway, my porn stash? Have at it.”
Shaking my head at him, I sent a quick text to myself from his phone. “Now you have my number.” I handed it back, and he somehow managed to hold onto it. Next I responded to the text I had sent myself with my address. “What time do you get off work?”
“Um, it will probably be close to six. We usually always have a last minute sick kid appointment, and Asher doesn’t rush his patients or their parents. Which is great, except on Fridays, when I’m ready for the week to just be over.”
“So, we’ll say six-thirty.” I told him, taking the flowers from his arms, and walking him to his car. Once I was convinced he was secured in, and he had stashed his flowers and the candy–not before popping another in his mouth–I leaned against his open door. “Anything off the menu? Besides the list they just gave us.”
There seemed to be a shit ton of foods he wasn’t allowed to eat during his pregnancy. Cold cuts? Really? That seemed unfair, though I understood the sushi.
“Spicy stuff,” he rested his hand against his belly. “The pup is not a fan.”
Hmmm, that knocked out myabuela’stamales she had made me stop by and get yesterday. She always made the ones she gave me extra spicy, but I would come up with something.
“I’ve kind of been craving tacos lately,” he admitted, almost shyly, biting his bottom lip in the adorable wayI had noticed he did when he was unsure of something. “Not that I’m assuming you’re making Mexican food.”
“Tacos I can do,” I assured him, bending and planting a kiss on his lips so quickly, he looked shocked when I straightened back up. Two of his fingers touched his lips lightly, a dazed look on his face.
Chapter Ten
Alex
“Ugh,” Seth groaned, listing sideways on my sofa and patting his teeny tiny rounded belly, which I found incredibly sexy. I couldn’t wait to see him round with our pup. “I’m sooo full. What magic do you possess to make tacos that good?”
Grinning at him, I placed his sock covered feet in my lap and started to rub absently. He moaned, the sound shooting straight to my cock. “No magic. Just anabuelawho taught me to cook. And mymadre, andtías, it’s a big family. Besides, tacos are easy.”
Seth groaned again when I hit a pressure point on his arch. “Those tortillas were homemade.”
Frowning, I acted offended, “As if I would buy store bought.”
“Really? Please never stop doing that,” he indicated his foot I was rubbing.
“Actually, I do buy store bought tortillas,” I grinned, “I was just trying to impress you.”
“Worked.”
“So,” I said after a minute or two of relaxed silence while I rubbed his other foot, “I was thinking we could set the birthing tub up in a corner of my master bedroom. It’s big and there’s a hardwood floor. And I can drag the garden hose in through the window.”
Seth sat up, nearly pulling his foot from my grasp, and I worried I had overstepped, gone too fast, asked for too much, too soon.
Hurriedly, I told him, “I don’t know where you live, but my house is big. Four bedrooms, a large, fenced back yard. Great neighborhood.”
Seth stared at me with his pretty blue, black rimmed eyes, then nibbled on one of his bright pink painted nails. Holding my breath, I waited for him to say something.
“Um, I live in an apartment. Which isn’t ideal for giving birth. It’s not really big enough for the birthing tub. And the neighbors might not appreciate me screaming my head off, which is bound to happen. What exactly are you asking me, Alex?”
Taking a fortifying breath, I plowed ahead. “I’m asking you to move in with me. I know it’s super fast, but you’re my mate. My fated mate. And we are having a pup. I havemore than enough room, and if you don’t want to share a bed yet, there are three other bedrooms to choose from. Though one would be for the baby. I’m just saying, even though we are fated, and I feel…things for you, Seth, I’m not pressuring you. It’s your choice, and you have choices. I’m fucking this up,” I muttered, running a hand over my face and beard.
He shook his head, “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not?”
