Page 24 of Omega's Secret Baby
“Well… he walked in on me, two fingers deep and hard as a rock in my other hand. Something in me couldn’t hold back any longer. There he was, staring at me as if I was everything he’d ever wanted, and I wanted him too.”
I paused. “No, wanted isn’t a strong enough word. I needed him; needed to feel him moving inside me, knotting me, filling me in the best possible way. I was so far gone that I didn’t even think to ask about a condom.”
“He took you up on your offer?”
“No hesitation.”
“That must mean that he wanted you too, which isn’t really surprising given how long the two of you danced.”
“You’re really not mad?”
“Oh, I’m furious…”
I deflated.
“But not for you sleeping with Jordan. I’m mad that you didn’t immediately tell me you were pregnant. For as much as you’ve always proclaimed that you didn’t want to be a single papa, I know you. I bet you’ve already started talking to your baby and are trying to figure out how to work them into your life.”
He leaned his head against mine. “I’d have thrown you a huge party, because while I know you’re scared, I also know you’re excited and will make a great papa.”
I started crying in earnest. “I’m sorry…”
“I know you are. We’ll get through today, then you, Corey, and I will have to do something fun to celebrate.”
I blanched. “I… um…”
“What is it?”
“Can you… can you not tell Wes?”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t figured out how to tell Jordan yet, and I don’t want Wes to be the one to break it to him.”
“You haven’t told him?”
I shook my head. I dared not add that I’d had Jordan blocked since I ran out of the bedroom that next morning.
Cody sighed. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Find me a clothespin so I can enjoy your turkey without smelling it?” I suggested.
He chuckled. “You already promised it to your baby, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did.”
“I don’t know if you’ll be able to eat it, but we can grab Corey and pick a sitting room away from the kitchen. The smell won’t be as strong, and we were already planning to bring out a platter rather than carve at the table. So hopefully you’ll be able to handle it.”
“Thanks.”
He hummed. “You need to find a way to tell Jordan though. I won’t be able to keep your secret forever. Wes will ask questions once you start showing. If you’re already seven weeks along, then you’ve only got about another month or so. Two months max.”
My heart dropped. Somehow I’d thought I had more time. “I’ll figure it out.”
“I know you will,” he said. “Now help me up and we’ll go get comfy.”
“Ok.”
