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We both bend down at the same time to grab a nappy from underneath, our faces close together.
His blue eyes gaze into mine, and my entire body goes on the fritz. I feel my insides vibrating, and I can’t stop it. I purr directly in his face, loudly, contentedly, seeing the shock register in his features as my cheeks go flaming hot.
We both straighten up quickly, his eyes hooded, but before I can say anything, not that I even knowwhatto say, he lets out a soft, possessive growl that sends a thrill over every inch of my body. His horror at his action mortifies me, and I stammer, thrusting the nappy at him and lunging for the door, which I swung closed when I came in. Grabbing the handle, I stupidly push it instead of pulling it. But it’s too late to stop my body from moving towards what I expected to be the gap in the doorway. My head connects with the door as I yank it back, and I muffle my curse as a throbbing pain shoots through my head.
I can feel Ben’s eyes on me, but I have to get out of there. This was unexpected, and the embarrassment that floods me is heinous.
I scamper down the stairs, tears pricking my eyes as I clap my hand to my head, feeling a big bump forming already.
Chapter 21
Henry
Liam and I are milling about the kitchen when Zara storms in with a massive bump on her head.
“Fuck,” Liam murmurs, going to her and staring at it. “You’ve got a huge egg on your head.”
“Thanks, asshole,” she grumbles. “Is that what that splitting headache is all about?”
“How did you do that?” I ask, going over to her and taking her by the elbow to draw her over to a stool to sit.
“I ran into a door,” she says.
Liam and I exchange a glance, which she sees and rolls her eyes at. “No, really. I ran into a door. It’s fine. I’m okay.”
“No, you look like you might be concussed,” I say and go to the freezer. Searching, I can’t find any frozen peas, but I do find something I can press to the bump.
“I’m not concussed,” she says. “I know first aid. For adults, children and infants.”
“So do I,” I say, surprising her.
She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me. “I’m still not concussed.”
“Here, hold this on it,” I instruct, holding up the pack of frozen vegetables to her head.
“Ow,” she groans. “What the fuck is this? Broccoli?” She pulls it away and glares at it.
“Well, you didn’t have peas and unless you want to hold some frozen chicken fillets to your head, this will have to do.”
“It’s all knobbly,” she complains, but doesn’t move it.
“Should’ve gone with the chicken,” Liam pipes up, leaning on the island and gazing at her with a laugh. “You’ve already got an egg, so it would be fitting.”
“How about you shut the fuck up?” she snarls.
“Ohh, feisty omegas are my favourite,” he practically pants.
Shaking my head at him and giving her an apologetic smile, I lean in a bit closer and adjust the frozen broccoli. “Also, you do have that Mother Hen vibe going for you.”
She glares at me, but then giggles. It’s the sweetest sound. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”
“Nope,” I say. “Not while Liam’s around anyway.”
Her shoulders slump. “It hurts.”
“I know. I’ll get you some painkillers.”
“In that cupboard up there,” she says, pointing to one near the fridge.
