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Bennett took my shoulders and gently turned me, and I came face to face with Alex. He was leaning casually against the far wall, his lips pursed together in a smile, his eyes full of amusement at my slightly dramatic temper tantrum.

Pushing off the wall, he shook his head. “Qué temperamento, qué temperamento.”

“What’s going on?” I ignored him commenting on my temper, because even I could take an educated guess at that translation. “Why are you here?”

“I’m taking you away for a long, romantic weekend.”

He wrapped his arms loosely around me, his hands resting on my lower back just above the curve of my ass. My belly bumped his and the baby chose that moment to give another swift kick.

Alex’s eyes widened as he felt the little foot. Gently, he caressed the spot on my belly and the baby settled down instantly, like they knew their alpha daddy was there.

“You are?” I whispered, still not sure what was happening, or why he was here when he should be at his office. I knew he usually had court on Fridays. But he really was here, dressed casually in jeans and a white polo that looked oh so good on him.

“Sí,cariño.”

Gah, I loved when the man spoke Spanish to me, even if most times I had no idea what he was saying. Didn’t matter what words were. The way the language rolled off his tongue, his deep voice lowered to almost a whisper meant just for my ears, always made me practically melt into a puddle of goo.

“But–”

He shook his head, the long strands brushing over his shoulders. “No buts. Our bags are packed and in the car.Since we aren’t ready to have a honeymoon yet, I thought we could have a baby moon.”

Brows scrunched together, I gave him a what-the-fuck look. “A what now?”

Bennett groaned behind me, and when I glanced at him, I saw him palming his face.

“A baby moon. A pregnant couple goes away on a romantic getaway before the baby is born. Like a last hurrah before your life is filled with midnight feedings, dirty diapers, and more laundry than you ever thought one tiny person could produce. So much laundry,” he whispered.

“Sounds made up.” I was still skeptical.

Alex planted a quick kiss on my lips. “So suspicious. I wanted for us to have a decadent week away in Turks and Caicos, but Finn and Naomi said that was a no go. Apparently, you are way too pregnant to fly. So, we put our heads together and I came up with the perfect weekend away. Doctor,” he tossed a look over my head at Asher, “and boss approved.”

Wrinkling my nose, I questioned suspiciously, “Is this what you guys were up to when we were moving?”

Alex grinned, “Yes, and don’t think we didn’t see all of you watching us from the window. Because we did.”

Shrugging nonchalantly, I informed him pertly, “We weren’t hiding. Just enjoying the view of manly alphas doing physical labor.”

“Mmmhmmm,” he purred in my ear, making me shiver, even though my body went hot all over. “Now, quit complaining and get your delectable ass in the car.”

“But I need clothes,” I whined, as he turned me in his arms and started marching me down the hallway, towards the rear entrance for employees only. “And my make-up, hair products. I need to know where we are going so I know what to pack.”

The man had lost his mind if he thought he was going to kidnap me for a weekend and not even tell me what we were doing or where we were going. An omega needed to know these things. If I didn’t know I was liable to pack my entire closet just to make sure I had plenty of options.

“I packed for us after you left this morning,” Alex ushered me out the door to the parking lot, where his car was waiting in a spot close to the entrance. “Don’t worry, I packed all the essentials you’ll need.”

He opened the passenger door, then helped me get my pregnant self settled in the seat, no small feat the past month.

I wasn’t carrying low, but I was carrying straight out, and I was as round as a huge bouncy ball. One of those gigantic ones they had at Walmart. I hadn’t seen my feet in months. Alex clicked the seatbelt around me while I sputtered. Fluttering my hands, I frowned at him.

“Essential? We both know that word means entirely different things to the both of us.”

“Mi amor,” Alex cupped my cheek gently, “trust me. I have you covered. Now, relax. Take a nap. We’ll be on the road for a few hours.”

“But–” I still wasn’t sold, and I didn’t like this. I never did well with surprises. I needed to know all the things.

“Trust me,” Alex repeated, closing my door and hurrying over to the driver's side.

I took a quick second to glance in the back seat, but didn’t see any of our bags. Which meant they had to be in the trunk and I wasn’t going to be able to casually get a sneak peek to make sure he hadn’t forgotten to pack something I couldn’t live without.