Page 41 of His Pretty Omega
Staying so much at Alex’s made that an easy task. My first night here “packing” I had chucked everything inside in the trash–it had expired anyway–and been done with the lot of it.
“That’s why.” He stopped my fidgeting with the dinnerware and pulled me into his arms. One large hand rubbed over my bare belly, and he bent his head and brushed a tender kiss across my lips. My eyes closed and I let out a soft sigh of contentment. “And because I could feel you were upset by something.”
Teeth scraping across my bottom lip, I wouldn’t meet his eyes. After a few seconds, he took my hand and led me to the sofa.
“Sit. I’ll get our plates and we can talk.”
Blowing out a breath, my stomach fluttered with nerves. This was it. This was the last meal we would have together.
After this, Alex would be gone.
I’d see him every other weekend, when we did parent drop-off, and maybe at school functions for our pup.
Alex sat two plates down on the coffee table, frowned at me, then went back to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, he closed it, digging in the cabinets until he found two glasses and filled them at the tap with water. “Seth, whatever is bothering you can’t be that bad. I can feel how tense you are, and it’s not good for you or the baby.”
Alex kept saying he felt our bond getting stronger, but I was still riding the skeptical fence about mate bonds.
When he sat next to me on the sofa, his strong thigh brushing mine, some of my nerves eased. There was something about just being near Alex that always settled the chaos inside of me.
“Eat your lo mein,” he instructed, picking up his fork and taking a bite. His eyes took note of everything still not packed as we ate in silence for a few minutes. Finally, he put his fork down, took a drink, and said, “Talk to me.”
Fork poised to my mouth, I paused my inhaling of my food. I had been starving and hadn’t even realized it. “About what?”
“Do you not want to move in together?” he asked, his voice quiet. “If I pushed you into something you don’t want, I’m sorry. Things have been fast, but I thought we were on the same page and wanted the same thing.”
He glanced around my very not packed up space. “It seems I was wrong, and that’s okay. We just need to reevaluate and–”
“I want to live with you,” I interrupted him. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do! When I come home to you, to your house, I can’t explain it. It feels like where I’m supposed to be. This apartment is just a place, but your house is…home.”
Taking my hands in his, he turned and I found myself staring into his uncertain brown eyes. It was such a strangelook to see on Alex, that it made me feel horrible. He was always so confident, so sure of himself, and I had put that look on his face.
“Then what’s going on,cariño? Because you’ve been coming here for days and from what I can see, nothing is packed.”
“I’m afraid if I tell you, you’re going to leave.” My voice was shaky as I whispered the words.
Honesty was the best policy, and I needed to trust Alex enough to be honest with him. He might as well know what he was getting into now.
He somewhat had an idea. He knew I was mouthy, and a brat, but this…this was a side of myself I had tried hard to keep from him. And I’d been doing a good job of it, until now.
“I’m not going to leave,” he assured me, his lips quirked beneath his mustache. “Unless you’re hiding a dead body in here, and then…well, I can’t say for sure. I am a lawyer, after all.”
Shaking my head, I smiled a half smile, “No. No dead bodies.”
“Okay,” Alex said matter-of-factly, “we have established that you still want to move in together. Do you want to tell me why you haven’t packed anything?”
My hands fluttered wildly, before I clenched them tightly together. “Promise you won’t be mad?”
“I won’t be mad.”
“You say that now.”
“Seth.” He sighed, but there was no anger in his voice, just confusion.
“Here’s the thing, I’m super organized at work. All day long, because I like things to run smoothly. I like order. But when I get home, I’m…the opposite of that. I step in the door and my brain just says no. I see the things that need to be done, but I just can’t do them. This feeling builds up inside me, and I get overwhelmed and anxious, so I just…don’t.”
Alex nodded his head in agreement, but how could he possibly understand what I was saying when I didn’t really understand it. All I knew was my brain worked differently than other people’s and it always caused issues.
