Page 30 of Omega's Secret Baby
Chapter 9 - Theo
Imoaned as rivulets of water coursed across my skin.
There was nothing like a hot shower after a day spent poolside, even if I’d rinsed off at Cody’s place before returning home. A man was just more comfortable in his own home.
It had been an almost perfect day. Cody had called me that morning and asked me to join him in the sun room to pretend it was summer instead of January. Of course I couldn’t turn that down. A day of sunshine and swimming sounded like a dream come true, and I hadn’t been disappointed. The large windows let in plenty of light, and between the heater and the pool it was warm and humid. We’d even made mocktails and lounged in the sun, just like we would during summer.
The only thing that had disturbed the bliss was Cody’s insistent questioning.
He wanted to know if I’d told Jordan about the baby, and when I confided that I still had not, he had pressed that I’d be showing enough for Wes to notice soon.
However, I was fairly certain I had more time. I could see the difference, but that was because I was looking for it. If anybody else noticed, they’d probably just think I’d put on a few pounds.
I looked down, where the water ran over the tiny bump. My baby was in there. Sometimes it was a jerk, making me sick in the morning and sensitive to random smells. But I loved it already.
The only thing that would make it better was to have Jordan in my life as my alpha. But there was no way he’d forgive me after everything I’d done. I begged him to fuck me, then I blocked him. I avoided him when I had news, and hid my pregnancy from him for months.
I’d been a right ass, and deserved every bit of anger he’d direct my way. I just had to hope that he restricted it to me, and wanted to be in our baby’s life.
I sighed. As good as the hot water felt, my doctor had recommended that I avoid spending too much time in a scalding shower so that I didn’t raise my body temperature too high for the baby.
I finished rinsing, turned off the water, then stepped from the shower. I grabbed my favorite towel and dried off before admiring my baby bump in the mirror.
“Are you going to look more like your papa?” I asked. “Or are you going to take after your dad?”
I thought of Jordan’s blue eyes, and had to hold back tears when I imagined our baby gazing up at me with that same gorgeous color.
Yeah, I’d been an idiot, and I was going to spend the rest of my life regretting my actions.
Not the sex, never the sex. It had been amazing, and I wouldn’t have my little one without it. But everything after…
I finished drying off, then padded to the bedroom to pull on some soft pajamas. Once I was comfortable I grabbed my phone, trying to decide if I wanted to cook or order in. I was about to check my bank account when I saw a text message notification.
I started to grin when I saw it was from Cody, then I paused, confused.
You’ve run out of time…
I stared at the message, trying to figure out what he meant. Then it hit me like a punch to the gut: Jordan knew. He’d figured it out somehow.
Dizziness swept over me, and I realized I was hyperventilating.
I forced myself to breathe and looked at the message again. How long did I have? He was still blocked, which meant that he’d be coming to my home. It’s what I would do if the situation was reversed.
Cody had sent the text about ten minutes prior.
At best I had a few hours, and then only if I was lucky and he’d called Wes first. At worst…
My phone slipped from my hand as somebody knocked at the door.
“No…” I whispered. “I’m not ready.”
How could I possibly face him after everything that I’d done?
My feet carried me to the door without asking my head for permission, and my hand turned the handle in the same way. It was as if my body was on auto-pilot while I was still trying to figure out what to do.
I wasn’t ready.
Jordan was there, on the other side, as handsome as ever—even if he was visibly angry.
Tears streamed down my face. He was everything I wanted, and would never have.
His expression faltered, and he wrapped me in his arms.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered in my ear, holding me tight in his embrace. “Why did you shut me out?”
I started bawling.
