Page 28 of Omega's Runaway Love
He scowled, then sighed. “Kent couldn’t keep his hands off me yesterday after watching this. My body says no, my hormones say yes. Apparently my need for a knot is stronger than my need to not contort myself into pretzels.
“It’s good for the baby too,” I said, “not just your libido. Plus you’ll be able to drop the baby weight faster if you’re in shape before birth.”
“I’m on my feet all day you know.”
I laughed. “That’s your choice, so you don’t get to complain about it.”
I shifted to the last pose of our workout, and nodded when he mirrored it. We held it, then I stood again.
“Time to cool down.”
Beau glanced at his house, and laughed. “For how long?”
I shrugged. “Until your alpha drags you to the bedroom.”
I settled on my mat to do some cool down stretches, and Beau followed suit.
“Do you still have the day off to head up to the spa with me?” I asked.
He nodded. “I am, but are you sure you want me to go?”
I laughed. “I think you need to.”
“What about Gabe? He’s pregnant, and probably more used to being pampered.”
“He’s coming too. But you’re a billionaire now. You need to learn how to live like it occasionally, not think that all your time needs to be spent behind a bar. Besides, you’re way closer to your due date.”
“I like my job.”
“I know, and that’s fine. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t do something fun in your off time.”
He sighed.
“Plus,” I teased. “You’ll feel amazing after, and taking a knot when you’re relaxed is the best.”
He shivered, and I knew I’d hit his pregnancy hormone button.
I rolled up my mat, having finished my cool-down exercises. “I’ll pick you up at ten.”
He sighed. “See you tomorrow.”
I chuckled as I headed back up the beach to where Cadence was waiting for me on the patio, then I grinned as he swept me into his arms and kissed me.
Who would have guessed that running away from a mating meeting, would have me wind up in the arms of my fated mate?
*
Cadence was supposed to be back, and I paced the house nervously, hoping that he’d make it home before I had to call for a car to take me to the birth center.
He was only supposed to have been an hour away, checking in on the first of his family’s restaurants in the state. There had been a meeting scheduled that morning, and he’d been due to return more than an hour earlier.
Just about the time that my contractions started, and they were progressing fast, only about eight minutes apart.
I called his phone again. “Alpha, please hurry home. Your kid wants out.”
I paced the living room, trying to ease both my nerves and the pain.
Then I heard the garage door opening, and I could have cried with relief.
