Page 33 of Omega's Secret Baby
Chapter 11 - Theo
Ididn’t want to open my eyes. I’d been dreaming of Jordan, again. I could still even smell him from my dreams.
I turned over and tried to get back to sleep. But the baby was hungry and rather insistent that I get up to eat.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then my bump. “What did I have for dinner?” I muttered. “I try to eat things that’ll tide me over…”
It was as I was trying to remember what I’d eaten that I recalled what had actually happened: Cody texting me that I was out of time, Jordan at the door, the way he’d held me as I cried.
I hadn’t cried like that since I was a child, but I’d been so overwhelmed that I hadn’t been able to hold back.
Was it the pregnancy hormones that had made me cry like that, or was it something else?
I sighed. It didn’t matter. Jordan had probably just felt pity for me. He’d come to confront me about my pregnancy, nothing else.
How had I ended up in bed though? I’d been comfortable in Jordan’s arms, but had I really fallen asleep? It was the only explanation, but that meant that he’d had to have carried me to bed.
Why would he do that?
My stomach rumbled, a reminder that I hadn’t eaten since the day before. I rubbed my face and stood. It was time to track down some food.
I walked down the dark hallway, noting that it was still slightly before dawn, and squeaked in surprise when I kicked something. I knelt and felt around until my fingers wrapped around my phone.
“Oh, yeah,” I muttered. I tried to unlock it so that I could unblock Jordan, but wasn’t surprised to find that it had run out of battery overnight.
I blew out a long breath and continued towards the kitchen, but stopped in my tracks when I looked into the living room and spotted Jordan asleep on the couch.
My alpha had stayed, but why? Surely he hated me.
I collapsed onto a chair, unable to tear my eyes from him. He was there, and I wanted nothing more than for it to stay that way.
I wiped fresh tears from my eyes as I thought of everything I’d lost. Then my stomach rumbled again.
Jordan’s eyes opened and he looked at me. “When was the last time you ate?”
“Yesterday,” I mumbled.
He yawned, stretched, rubbed his eyes, then sat up. “Ok…”
I stared at him, confused, until he stood and wandered into the kitchen.
“Is there anything you can’t have?” he asked a minute later, popping his head back out of the kitchen.
I blinked. “I… uh… I can’t stand the smell of eggs or poultry.”
“Got it,” he replied, then disappeared again.
“What…” I mumbled. Then I stood a few minutes later as I heard the clank of pans.
I meandered in to see Jordan standing at the stove, bowl at one side and preheating a pan.
He turned and gave me a soft smile. “Pancakes ok?”
My stomach rumbled, and he chuckled.
“Baby has spoken,” he declared, then added a pat of butter to the pan and ladled some batter in.
“Where did you find pancake mix?” I asked. “It’s not something I keep around.”
