Page 44 of His Pretty Omega
“Because getting upset doesn’t solve the problem.”
“You’re a strange alpha, Alex Ortega,” I muttered, picking up a padded envelope near me, and trying to figure out what might be in it. Book, definitely.
Tossing it back into the pile, I told him, “We can just donate my furniture, I guess. You already have a house full.”
“Cariño, you aren’t going to be my roommate, you’re not renting a room in my house.” He flipped the light off and closed the door firmly on my mess. “If you want to keep something, we will. This sofa is very comfortable. It would work great in the finished basement. I’ve been wanting to do something with that space and a rec room, or movie room, seems like a good idea. Same with your bedroom furniture. Perfect for one of the guest rooms. If you want to keep it, we keep it. There is room for all your stuff.”
Tilting my chin up with his finger, he looked so lovingly at me that it got hard to breathe.
“There is room for you. And all your messes.”
Chapter Sixteen
Seth
The smell of coffee tickled my senses, and I blinked my eyes open sluggishly. Work had been brutal the day before, with all manners of last minute, emergency sick kiddos to be seen. It didn’t help that Monday was the Memorial Day holiday, and parents were trying to get the little ones seen before the office was closed for three days. Not to mention, they didn’t want to have to deal with a sick kid when they wanted to enjoy sleeping in and grilling out.
There had been no way I could even sneak out an hour early, especially since we still hadn’t hired an additional nurse. Bennett had been busy interviewing people, but he kept saying while qualified they were missing something. Then he’d slyly added he was working on someone fromthe hospital and hoping to convince them to take the position.
After work, I arrived at my apartment to find my kitchen counter filled with the contents of my cabinets, all organized neatly into different piles.
The spare bedroom had truly been a sight I had marveled at, wide-eyed. Every package had been opened, the contents in stacks on the floor. Books, movies, kitchen gadgets, clothes, and then what Alex had dubbed,“Weird, random shit that I have no idea what it is.”
Some of the items had been gifts intended for my family for birthdays and holidays that had never made it that far.
I was amazed at the progress Alex had made. He’d even already boxed some items up, like my knick knacks I kept on shelves on my bookcases. I liked traveling, and always picked up a trinket here or there to remember the trip by. The boxes were stacked in a corner, neatly marked in black marker what the contents were.
Alex had promptly handed me three sheets of circle stickers.
“Pink is keep, blue is donate, and red is trash,” he instructed me. “You start sticking those on, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
The speed with which he had solved what I had worked up in my mind as an insurmountable problem had amazed me. The way he just understood how my brain worked,had me stopping a few times to pinch myself. Just to make sure I wasn’t actually dreaming.
Goddess knew, he had stuck around longer than anyone I had ever dated before. But there had been a small part of me that had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. The thing that would send him out the door, with the often-heard phrase,“You’re just too much.”
But he hadn’t. He hadn’t yelled or berated me and said anything mean. He’d just accepted me, assured me he wasn’t going anywhere, and that was that.
The man was brilliant, and I had told him so with a quick blow job right in the middle of the mounds of junk. Then I’d hurried to stick the colored stickers on all the stuff. Instead of overthinking each decision, I went with my first instinct and got through the different piles rather quickly.
While I went about with my stickers, Alex ordered pizza and we ate it snuggled on the sofa, which had a pink sticker on one arm. We’d arrived home late, and had fallen into bed, both of us exhausted. Even now, I felt like I could sleep for another few hours.
Alex appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, balancing a mug of steaming coffee in each hand. Sitting up in the king-size bed, I rubbed my hands through my sleep mussed hair, drinking in the sight of my alpha. After our talk on Thursday, and my mini-freak out, a calmness that I had been missing settled over me.
For the first time, I truly believed that Alex was meant to be mine. That we somehow fit together, my jagged pieces aligning perfectly with his. For the first time, I believed the Goddess had gotten it right, that she did know what she was doing.
Yes, things had happened super quick for us, and yes it was basically like those insta-love books that Bennett loved, and I rolled my eyes at, but it felt true.
This was where I was meant to be. Alex was the alpha my soul had been searching for and waiting for all these years.
Carefully, Alex made his way over to my side of the bed, which gave me plenty of time to drink in the long, tightly muscled limbs covered in tanned skin. His dark locks were loose and swayed over his shoulders with each step he took. The loose white pajama pants he wore were bright against his skin, clinging to the bulge of his cock in the most delicious way.
My cougar purred beneath my skin, and my own cock woke up beneath the bunched sheets. We had been so busy the past couple of weeks, other than the blow job last night, we hadn’t had time for much else. Pregnancy zapped my strength, and I usually ended up falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Hopefully all that would change once we got the move behind us.
Alex carefully sat the mug down on the night table next to me, brushing his lips lightly over mine, before pulling back.
“Don’t look at me like that. We have too much to do today, and too many people getting ready to descend on us.”
