Page 44 of A Baby for the Beast
"I have something to show you," Lucas tells me, taking my hands in his and leading me down the hallway toward our bedroom.
It's a little crowded right now because I have all of the baby stuff in there. I spent so long making Tessie's room at my apartment, and it's so late in the pregnancy now that I haven't even thought about getting another one set up for her.
I've told Lucas I need to get it done, but he always brushes it aside. I should bring it up again before my daughter is born. Right now, we'll have to sleep with her in the room with us because we didn't get anything set up.
"Hey, we should talk about the baby room," I say, as Lucas ushers me down the hall.
Instead of going to our room like I expect, he leads me across the hall to the door that's always closed. I asked about it once, and he said it was an empty room or had been used as an officespace. I'm not sure, and the one time I tried to look, it was locked, so I lost interest.
"I've been meaning to talk to you about that," Lucas says, letting the door swing open.
My jaw hits the floor as I step inside. Not only did Lucas create a beautiful princess room for my daughter, but he did it all without me knowing about it.
The walls are a soft pink with a huge wall-sized illustration of a castle against the far wall. The wood floors are covered in a thick, plush pink rug that has sparkly threads running through it. All of the furniture from my apartment is in here, along with some other things I didn't have the funds to get but weren't necessary. There's even a small nesting nook setup in the corner, a pile of blankets and pillows beside it.
"Did you do this?" I ask, covering my mouth as a sob threatens to spill out.
Lucas shrugs with his hands in his pockets, his head tilted down enough to make him look bashful.
"I love it, Lucas," I tell him, needing him to know this is so above and beyond anything I expected.
"The rest of the apartment was baby-proofed while we were at the wedding, but I make no promises that I'm not going to get annoyed at those cabinet locks," he says, trying to make a joke because he's uncomfortable with just how much this all means to me. I rush him, wrapping my arms around him, and tugging his face down to mine.
"I love it," I tell him again, making him look me in my watery eyes. He flushes a deep shade of pink. "Our daughter will love it."
The words are out before I realize the meaning in them, but I don't take them back. No, I mean them with everything in my being, because Lucas and Remus will be the most amazing father. Tessie and I will be lucky to have them.
"Say it again," Lucas says, hoisting me up into his arms, not giving me a chance to say it again before his lips are on mine, devouring me, claiming me, and taking us to our bedroom.
17
Lucas
Let her breathe.Remus growls. He's pissed that I asked Hayley to call her daughter ours again and have yet to give her any space to say the words.I want to hear it. Let her say it, or you can bite her another night.
You promised to let me have this.
Remus hasn't yet had his fill of our little mate, but he's been satiated enough that he finally asked me if I wanted to put my bite into her neck. It was never a question of if he would let me, but when.
After I gave him an earful for making us late to Henry and Sarah's intimate wedding, where we were one of two best men and held up the entire process, Remus decided to pacify my irritation by saying he'd let me bite Hayley tonight if I stopped bitching to him while he was still balls deep.
That was before. Now, let her speak, or you can wait until I'm bored of your whining another time to get a chance to bite her.
And because I don't know if Remus is being honest about taking over the body and stealing this moment from me, I reluctantly allow Hayley a moment to catch her breath. It's just as well because I need to get her stripped down so I can fuck her. Who knows when the next time Remus will let me be in control?
Never. This is your one chance.
That's not going to work for–
All thoughts about arguing with Remus disappear as Hayley tugs the chunky straps of her dress down her arms.
She's in one of the cotton bras we may have bought her after reading about how comfortable they were for pregnant and nursing omegas while we were doing way too much research into everything she might possibly need at our house. Hayley laughed when she found them amongst the other gifts we got her to make her more comfortable here. She tried to give us a hard time for getting her something practical instead of sexy, but we just smirked at her, knowing full well we just wanted to take care of her. Well, that and the sexy things were one drawer down, and she found them about five seconds later.
"So sexy," I groan because it's true.
She's my omega, wearing things I got her, all while she's about to tell me that she wants me to be the father of the little girl she's working hard to create. Sure, I won't be Tessie's biological father, but I'll be it in every other way I can.
"Just you wait until I don't get winded putting on panties, and then I'll really look sexy," Hayley says.
