Page 70 of Talk About… Secrets
Spencer shook his head. “Or something unique. I’m all for a strong name, but unique names stand out more. I feel like our baby needs something that’s not a dime a dozen.”
“We need a big whiteboard in the kitchen,” I said, joining in. “Then we can write all the names, and everybody can have veto power, crossing off the ones we don’t like. It’s not like we don’t have time to battle it out on there.”
“That’s a good idea,” Spencer agreed. “Sometimes seeing things visually is different than just saying them out loud, too.”
Beckett shifted and sighed. “In my mind, I know that we have time, but my alpha is freaking out a little bit. He wants us to make sure that the house is baby-proof, that we have everything we could need for the baby, that I have everything you need. I don’t think I’ve ever been so unhinged like this. I’m always in control.”
“That I believe,” I teased him as I stood up and stretched. It had been a long day, and I had napped for a good chunk of it, but now I needed something sweet.
Maybe something salty, too.
It was far too early for cravings, but I was an omega, I didn’t need a set time frame for those.
They didn’t bother to ask where I was going. Everyone simply stood up and followed me inside, like there was a magnetic pull between us.
I started rummaging through the pantry, eyeing my choices and frowning when I couldn’t figure out what I wanted.
“How about you tell us what you’re looking for, sweetheart?” Beckett offered.
“Something sweet. And maybe salty,” I explained. “But nothing ever sounds good.”
“How about cookies?” Drew offered. “I distinctly remember you used to love my mama’s Kitchen Sink cookies.”
“Kitchen Sink?” Beckett looked so affronted that I burst out laughing.
“They’re called that because it’s everything but the kitchen sink,” Drew said. “It’s got a lot of things in it.”
He started pulling out what he needed from the pantry. I was shocked that he even found half of what he needed. I didn’t realize we were that well-stocked.
Then again, I was a pretty basic cook. The guys had handled shopping.
When Drew tied on a pink apron, I nearly lost it, but I kept my cool, grinning like a madwoman as he moved around the kitchen like he belonged there.
At leastsomeof us could cook otherwise this pack would be in trouble. I was not that kind of omega who was born with all the domestic skills in her arsenal.
I turned on the oven to preheat and dug around until I found the cookie sheets while he worked on making the dough.
They already looked incredible, and they weren’t even cooked yet. If I wasn’t pregnant, I might have even swiped some of the dough, but the warning look I got from Spencer had me finding the sliver of self-control I had left.
Then the kitchen was filling with the scent of warm cookies, and I was in heaven. We found something else the baby approved of.
While the cookies were baking, I checked my phone, grinning when I saw that Avery had sent over the edited photos. She hadn’t wasted any time.
“Avery sent the pictures,” I said, sending them to the group chat they’d made earlier. Everyone’s phones pinged as they came through.
“Time to post,” Spencer said. “Let’s flood social media.”
There was an adorable group photo. I was staring at the camera, and they were all staring at me. We looked like a perfectly bonded pack, especially with their bite marks on full display along my exposed neckline.
After posting it to my PackVlog page, I set it as my wallpaper, too.
Now we just had to wait and see what happened.
Grace
Twelve weeks of pregnancy came and went with the worst morning sickness I’d experienced yet. Except it was closer toall-daysickness.
Sometimes, I was lucky if I could even get down one solid meal a day. Most of the time, I had to graze throughout the day to keep my energy up.
