Page 95 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Connor snorts. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm doing everything I can to work on making you a little brother or sister." Luke tickles her tummy and brings her over to me. "I'm gonna go see if I can't slide in on that shower."
I laugh, scooping her up. She's getting bigger and feels sturdier than she used to, but she's still so damn small. Her tiny arms flail, and she catches her fist, pulling it to her mouth.
"You know, if pregnancy wasn't so hard on Everly…" Connor laughs, rocking back in his chair. "I'd definitely be down for a few more."
Peyton squeals, gnawing on her little fist, and my heart throbs.
"Me too," I agree, grinning at our daughter.
She's got chubby little rolls on her thighs and dark brown hair like her momma. She's still got the deep blue eyes she was born with, but who knows if they'll change one day. Mostly, she's the spitting image of Evie. "I don't like the thought of her being an only child."
I'm absolutely in love with being a parent. That might change once she can talk back, but I doubt it. This little lady owns me just as much as her mother does.
"I guess we'll see," Connor says, pushing himself out of his chair. "I'm going to start breakfast."
I pull Peyton to my shoulder and nuzzle her cheek against me. She gets a good handful of my beard, and I laugh.
Yeah, I'm definitely down for another kid… or five.
A Year Later
"Have you noticed our wife has been super sketchy the last few weeks?" Luke asks, stretching back on the couch.
"Indeed," Archie says, chuckling.
"She went shopping with Anastasia. Don't act like she's out doing something nefarious,” Connor says, snorting a laugh.
"My favorite t-shirt is missing," I say, scratching my jaw. "And Peyton basically weaned herself in the last couple months." Much to Everly's dismay. She wasn't quite ready for Peyton to grow up and leave that behind.
Luke's jaw drops. "No fucking way…"
Connor shrugs. "It's a slim possibility. She hasn't had a real heat since she gave birth."
"Dr. Cameron said that's normal when the omega is still nursing," Archie says, frowning at the front door.
"Peyton weaned herself, and no heat," Luke says, grinning like a lunatic.
"Evie was very particular that she didn't need one of us to come shopping," Connor adds.
"Holy fucking shit," Archie laughs. "I seriously hope you three haven't gotten my hopes up for nothing."
Lights shine through the entryway windows, and we all share a look.
"Act natural," Luke says, raking a hand through his hair.
I snort this time.
The front door opens, and Viktor gives us a nod as Evie comes inside. She's not loaded down with bags, but she has a few. I hop up, coming to help.
"Oh no," Evie stammers, backing awayfrom me. "I've got this. Let me go set these down. I'll be right back."
She bolts for the stairs.
She's trying so hard to hold back her nerves, but they radiate through the bond. She makes it into the upstairs bedroom, and the four of us share a look as the door closes.
Our wife is definitely acting shady as hell.
