Page 93 of Talk About… Secrets
The door opened and she stepped out, the waterworks already at full blast. She rushed forward, both Spencer and I freezing.
“Here I was walking around town trying to find a gift for my daughter and visit her, when I heard talk about a baby shower today. Your name was mentioned and I thought, surely, she wouldn’t do this without telling me, wouldn’t be this pregnant and still ignoring her mom.”
Rage burned in my gut and I let out a hollow laugh. “I haven’t heard a word from you. No apology, nothing. Don’t act like I was the problem. It’s not happening this time, I refuse to take that on to make you feel better.”
Mom gasped, the tears gone immediately. “Grace! How could you say such awful things? And ‘apology?’ For what? Being involved in my daughter’s wedding and trying to make it a peaceful event?”
“No, for letting them walk all over us and disrespect Hailey. It’s not our job to stay quiet so you don’t have to deal with Aunt Candace’s attitude. You would have lost your mind if I wore a white dress to Bianca or Celine’s mating ceremonies.”
“Well, I…. no, I would have said the same to them.”
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my eyes over my bump. “Fine. Prove it.”
She sputtered again, still not used to me standing up to her and not just being a good, compliant daughter.
“Call Aunt Candace and tell her how frustrated you are that they overstepped at the wedding. That we weren’t the issue, they were.”
Her face flushed an angry red and I watched her manicured fingers curl into fists.
“I will do no such thing,” she bit out, her voice sharp and haughty. As I watched her make more excuses I didn’t feel a single ounce of regret or frustration, only peace.
“I’m done, Mom. I refuse to tolerate this behavior anymore. You have no reason to be here, I’d like you to leave.”
“Grace!” she screeched, but I was already turning my back, walking away from her ranting. Beckett and Cade rushed over at the sound of her yells but I was already climbing in the truck. They followed my lead, climbing in after me.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Beck asked, his fingers seeking out mine until they were twisted together.
“Honestly? Yes. I wrote her off months ago, this was just the exact reminder I needed that I did the right thing.”
I watched out the window as she screamed, jumping up and down. I’d given her a chance and she laughed in my face. No mother should act that way.
Now, she could fawn over Aunt Candace and her girls all she wanted. They were all she had left.
Me? Today showed I had plenty of support in my corner. I didn’t need hers.
"You know what I’m craving?" I said, despite eating a ton of food at the shower. It was a subject change, but I didn’t care. There was nothing to talk about, that chapter of my life was over and done with. Time to move on.
As usual, all four of my packmates perked up at my words. I swear, cravings were something they always got excited about.
"French fries and churros."
"Consider it done," Spencer promised, already searching on his phone for a place to make it happen. And I knew, if they didn’t find one, they’d make it for me.
Once I was recovered from the baby, I was going to spoil them all rotten in return.
They deserved nothing less.
Grace
We were just at forty weeks, and I swear every single day I woke up horny as hell. Today’s victim was Beckett, who was still sleeping. I rolled over, straddling his hips and trailing my fingers up and down his abs, gently stroking the bumps and curves of each one.
"Good morning, my beautiful omega," he said, a small smile curving over his lips as he blinked his eyes open. Just like that, he was hard for me, his cock brushing against my ass.
"You guys are going to be sick of me," I teased as I trailed kisses awkwardly down his body. It wasn’t easy with a giant baby in between us. I had to shift to the side, which only made my back ache.
But the neediness and slick dripping down my thighs told me that it was worth suffering through.
"You know, I haven’t had breakfast," he said, gently shifting us so that I was lying on my back on the mattress. He placed a gentle kiss on my stomach before trailing lower. I hated that I couldn’t see him anymore as I looked down my legs, falling open for the alpha settling between them.
