Page 21 of Omega's Secret Baby
Chapter 7 - Theo
Iwas numb as I grabbed the various vitamins that my doctor had urged me to start taking. Each jar rattled as it landed in my basket, a reminder that in less than a year I’d be hearing baby rattles instead.
My doctor had confirmed less than an hour before that I was pregnant, not that I’d had any doubt. My heat had never arrived, even during the week between my test and my appointment.
I had no idea what I was going to do, how I was going to run a business and be a single papa. But other omegas had done it before me, so I’d make it work somehow.
Giving up on this baby wasn’t an option, not for me. It was a memory of one perfect night, the only night I’d have with its father.
I looked down, brushing my fingertips across my still-flat stomach. Mine and Jordan’s baby was in there. It didn’t have a clue as to the turmoil its papa felt, and hopefully it would grow up and never know how conflicted I was.
I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and scrolled to Jordan’s name in my contact list. I eyed the symbol that indicated he was blocked, every instinct telling me to call him.
I shook my head and shoved my phone back into my pocket. Not yet. I barely knew him, and while I thought he was a good guy, I had no idea how he’d react to knowing that he was going to be a father.
Would he accuse me of trying to trap him? He was a billionaire and I did ask him to fuck me.
Would he try to take my baby from me? I was barely middle-class. There was no doubt that he could give our child anything and everything, and he had the money to hire attorneys to fight hard if he wanted primary custody.
I wiped away angry tears at the thought. This was my baby, and I would protect it, even if it meant fighting the man I loved.
And I did love Jordan. As much as I’d tried to put him out of my mind, I still wanted him. Every morning I dreamed that his arms were around me, that the past month and a half had been a nightmare and I was still in that bed with him.
I wished that I’d done things differently. But he probably hated me now, and I deserved it.
I’d screwed everything up. I’d tried so hard to fight my feelings so that I wouldn’t put my best friend in an awkward position, but now it was only going to be worse.
“Are you ok sir?”
I jumped, startled by the voice, and saw a teen staring at me warily from several feet away.
“F-fine,” I mumbled.
He relaxed slightly. “Let me know if I can help you find anything.”
“I’m good, thanks,” I managed, grabbing the last suggested bottle of vitamins from the shelf and taking everything to the cashier.
I had to get my emotions under control. I didn’t have time to be one of those weepy omegas, overwhelmed by everything during pregnancy. My baby needed me, my business needed me, and I had to do it all myself.
I’d have to tell Jordan eventually. I wasn’t so foolish as to think that he’d never learn the truth. But I needed time.
What did I want when I did tell him?
I wouldn’t keep him from his baby. I wasn’t a monster. He deserved to be in our child’s life and for it to know both its parents.
And I sure as hell wasn’t going to use our baby as leverage to get to his money. While I hoped that I wouldn’t have to fight for child support, I would only ask for what was reasonable.
Still, how was a man supposed to break that news? ‘Hey, remember how we hooked up after our best friends got married? Well, we’ve got a little souvenir.’
Hell, he probably only saw it as a one-night thing, and I was about to make that a lifetime commitment.
Maybe I was a monster after all.
“Congratulations.”
I blinked, then realized that the voice was directed at me. I looked around and spied a heavily-pregnant woman in line behind me.
“Pardon?” I asked.
