Page 171 of Dream Girl
I laughed. “I don’t care how many.”
“Wyatt and Hannah.” Wes grinned at her.
She nodded. “Absolutely.”
“I always liked Greyson and Daisy,” I offered, grinning back. They had baby names picked out? My heart melted.
“Ooh, those are nice, too,” she nodded.
The server brought our food.
Grace ate a piece of bacon and frowned. “What if I can’t have kids? I have wacky cycles and killer cramps. The few days before my period, I’m down for the count. Like crying and throwing up bad. It’s awful. It’s a good thing they’re not every month or I would have trouble holding down a job. The doctors always dismissed me as being dramatic, but from talking to other women, it could mean that I have fertility issues.”
“Peaches, it doesn’t matter.” I cupped her face with my hand and she relaxed under my touch. “Can’t. Don’t want to. None of that matters. Everything regarding your body is your choice. Promise. At your next appointment, tell your doctor about your cycle troubles. If they can’t handle it, they’ll refer you to a specialist. My sisters get bad cramps, and there are things doctors can do.”
Betas had different cycles than omegas, and we should figure out where Grace fit.
“Thank goodness. I mean, I’d be open to adoption if I can’t have kids.” She took a bite of biscuit, smothered in white gravy. “This is it.”
I stole a bite of her food, letting the flavor burst over my tongue. “Oh, yeah.”
Hangover food for the win.
“Yup.” She took one of my fries.
“If and when you’re ready, you’ll make a great mom,” I added, kissing her temple. “Just make sure you’re on industrial strength birth control until then–and I’ll stay on mine. Omega males are um,potent.” I grinned, glad Wes and I had both gotten implants. “Especially when we’re close to or in heat. You can’t be too careful.”
My heat was coming. Soon. Male omegas were very good at making kids, and that urge to fuck and be fucked became overwhelming during our heats.
At some point, we needed to discuss my upcoming heat with Grace. Usually we came here, to my cabin. Even Spencer, who didn’t participate, just hung out, worked remotely, and made food. While Jett, Brennan, Wes, and I had heat sex. For days.
Would Grace be part of it this time? I wanted her to, but she might not be ready.
While what happened in the heat nest stayed in the heat nest, Brennan and Jett might not be ready either.
I may have had a few fantasies about the three of them together.
“Good idea, I’ll do that.” She polished off her coffee and poured herself some more.
“Please drink some water.” Wes pushed her cup toward her. “This isn’t the day to have a blood feud with hydration. Evan has plans, and you don’t want to feel shitty all day.”
“Fine.” With a sigh, she took a big drink of water, then went back to making inroads in her food. “I guess having six adults would make it easier to raise kids. Do packs have lots of kids? Six adults and two kids could make for low birth rates if everyone did that.”
“It depends. I mean, it was just my mom and dad, and there are four of us kids,” I replied, finishing my burger. “Our neighborhood was mostly beta couples and throuples.”
“There were tons of kids in the pack I lived in before we moved here. But it wasn’t quite like our pack. It was bigger. There were families and couples within the pack,” Wes said. “We all lived in this condo complex. We had a pool and a gym. There was always someone around to play with.”
I squeezed his hand. Wes always got a little sad when he talked about leaving that pack. It had been hard on him, going from always having people around to it just being him, his dad, and sister. His dad also worked long hours in construction.
“Will Ri be okay with it? I’d be so sad if she weren’t.” Grace took another one of my fries and then dipped it in Wes’ mashed potatoes.
“She will. I love that you get along,” I reassured her.
“I love her.” Grace beamed and drank some more water. “So, we’re getting married at some point? Like all three of us?”
“I’d actually like all three of us–if that’s okay?” I looked at Wes, who nodded.
“What are weddings like here?” She took another fry and dipped it in the gravy on her plate.
