Page 89 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
"Please? This is important to me," Murphy says in a damn convincing voice.
"You bloody wanker," Archie says, rolling his eyes. "I knew you'd try to guilt her into letting you stay."
"How about I pee in that cup, and then whichever of you wants to be can be in here when we dunk it?" Evie offers, swiping a hand over her face. "Is that a decent compromise?"
We all grumble some form of assent and file out the door.
Evie softly mutters her way through the whole experience. It's cute as hell when she reminds herself she'd miss us if she killed us… becauseshe loves us.
My jaw drops.
"Did she just?" Connor asks.
"She sure did!" Archie agrees.
"Move," Murphy growls.
The four of us have a shoving match, trying to get inside the door first. Evie's finishing washing her hands when Murph bursts through the door. The small disposable coffee cup sits on the counter. The stick lies next to it.
"I love you," Murphy growls, picking her up and spinning her around.
"I love you, too," she whispers, holding her hands out. "But I haven't dried my hands yet."
"I literally couldn't care less," Murphy says, kissing the hell out of her.
"The cup is empty," Connor grumbles, staring down into it.
"Yeah, sorry. I lied. I peed directly on the stick," Evie says, laughing. She steps over, giving him a hug. "Hey, Conn, I love you."
"I love you, too, little omega." They share a kiss.
Archie picks up the box, reading the instructions for thefiftiethtime.
When Connor and Evie are finished, I pull her to me.
"You know I love you, right, baby girl?" I brush my nose against hers.
"Yeah, I know," she says, stretching up to kiss my cheek. "I love you too."
"Uhhh, Luke," Archie says, catching my attention. He nods to Murphy, who's holding the pregnancy test and swaying a bit.
"Aww, hell," I grumble, letting go of Evie. I step over to Murphy's big ass.
"Guess what, lass," Archie says, spinning Evie around and dipping her toward the ground.
"What?"
"We're going to have a baby," he says, kissing the hell out of her. "Oh, yes, and I love you."
"I love you, too." She beams. "It's positive?"
"Yes," Connor agrees, peeking over Murphy's shoulder.
"Fuck yes," I whoop, fist-pumping the air. Murph staggers off toward the bedroom, and I glance between him and Evie. "Well, shit." I did promise I'd try to keep him from hitting the ground, so I follow him.
Connor slaps me on the back as I pass. "Seriously? On the first try? We have super sperm," he says, grinning and shaking his head.
Murphy makes it to the bed and tosses his massive ass down. He's still holding the damn pregnancy test for dear life.
