Page 35 of His Pretty Omega
“Not possible. I like you and that’s all that matters.”
I pulled into my drive, hitting the button for the garage door. “I should have asked if you wanted me to drop you at your place. I just assumed. I can take you to your apartment if you want.”
Seth gave me a smile. “I’m right where I want to be.”
Chapter Fourteen
Seth
So far, I wasn’t making a good impression. I was late. Really late.
I had gone to my apartment to change after work, and I couldn’t find anything that was suitable for meeting my mate’s family. My clubwear wouldn’t do, and my regular clothes all felt too tight.
Because a cold front had moved in, I finally found a pair of black leggings that stretched enough over the small swell of my baby bump, and an oversized, white fluffy sweater. The material was soft, and the neckline drooped nicely around my neck. It was also long enough and large enough to cover both my belly and my ass. Which, according to my mirror, was growing twice as fast as my baby bump.
It was important I make a good impression on Alex’s family. It was clear from our conversations, and the way he spoke about them, that his family was a huge part of his life. I wanted them to like me. I wanted them to think I was good enough for Alex.
Turning onto his street, I let out a low whistle at the amount of cars in front of his house. And down his street.
He had told me to park in the garage, but there were cars parked in the driveway, so that wasn’t an option. Finally, I found a free spot about a block down from his house and walked.
The low vibration of music, and snippets of voices in conversation drifted on the wind, a mixture of both Spanish and English.
Walking into the yard, the house was lit up from the inside out, the curtains all open, offering a view inside. My heart sped up when I saw a handful of women in the kitchen, but I didn’t see Alex. Watching as one of the women carried a platter of something outside, I figured I’d probably find Alex in the backyard, with most of the people all these cars belonged to.
Opening the side gate, I turned to latch it, when I realized everyone had gone eerily silent. Turning slowly, I was in a sea of people I had never seen before, all staring at me.
Where the fuck was Alex?
Well, this was uncomfortable.
“Hey,” I waved, plastering my brightest smile on my face. “Is Alex here?”
A woman who looked a lot like Alex cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Alejandro!”
“Carmen, I’m right here,” Alex came out of the door leading from the garage, carrying a case of beer.
His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he handed the beer to the closest person, and hurried over to me. Folding me in his arms, he kissed me, and all my trepidation disappeared.
“Sorry I’m late,” I whispered, clinging to his shirt. “Nothing fits. Or wasn’t appropriate, or both.”
He stepped back to take in my outfit, smiling. “You look beautiful. But you always do.” He ran a finger over my cheekbone. “No makeup?”
Nibbling on my lower lip, I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure…Some people don’t…I wanted to make a good first impression on your family.”
“Cariño, they will adore you no matter what. Don’t be afraid to be yourself.”
Closing my eyes against the onslaught of emotions his words hit me with, I nodded. “Next time.”
“You look beautiful, with or without the makeup.”
He grabbed me by my hand, and I clung to him tightly, afraid for him to let go. I had never met anyone’s parents before, not anyone I cared about like I did Alex, and I was terrified they wouldn’t like me.
Alex nodded his head, and like magic, the stares turned into smiles and nods, and the conversation started around us like it had never stopped.
“We’ll go inside and I’ll introduce you to my immediate family,” he told me.
“Are all these people your relatives?” I whispered, as we went inside the house.
