Page 5 of Omega's Secret Baby
I thought back to when we were planning the bachelor parties. “Well… It’s not that he does anything in particular. It’s the mood swings. Like when we met last week for planning, one minute he’d be joking around and happy, then he’d be closed off and acting like my very presence was a problem.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing!” I protested. “That’s the problem. For example, I was telling him how excited you are about the baby, and he told me that not even Cody has it to the point where everybody knows which appointment is when. I said I was surprised about how excited you are, then he was just pissy.”
“You’re surprised that I’m so excited?”
“Not the point!” I argued. “We were having a good conversation, and there was nothing in there that could have offended him. I didn’t insult him, or Cody. I was just talking smack about you, and I don’t think he’s such a defender of yours to get mad about it.”
“That is odd.”
“That’s what I’m saying. The mood swings don’t make sense.”
“Maybe he really is interested in you.”
“Then why not say something? I don’t get the feeling that he’s one to be shy about such things.”
Wes paused to change clubs as we reached his ball. He hit it again, and I flinched as it landed perfectly on the green.
“Lucky shot,” he said as we started walking again. “When do you see him again?”
“Not until the rehearsal,” I replied as we paused for my shot.
“Hmm… well… maybe ask him to dance during the reception.”
“Isn’t that a bit cliche?”
“Maybe, but he probably wouldn’t turn you down either. Body language speaks way louder than words. Does he pull away, or lean into you?”
“What does it matter if his body says yes, but his mouth says no? It’s the head that ultimately makes the decision.”
“You’d at least have a better idea if he really hates you, or is just putting on a front for some reason.”
“Why though? I’m I that embarrassing a catch?”
“Yeah, but that’s my opinion.”
“Ass.”
Wes laughed and putted the ball into the hole. “Birdie.”
I shook my head and lined up my shot, foreseeably missing the hole.
“Are you sure about golfing in London?” Wes teased. “We could do something else for my bachelor party.”
“It isn’t about me, you know. It’s about one last excursion for you as a single man.”
“I’m only single in terms of the law,” he laughed. “Already mated, remember?”
“You won’t let us forget,” I replied, finally making the shot.
“Double bogey,” he said. “Might have been your best yet, if not for that errant first ball.”
“Laugh it up asshole.”
He plucked our balls from the hole and shouldered his golf bag. “This Theo thing is really bothering you.”
I secured my own bag as we started walking to the next hole. “I think you would be bothered too. If he outright hated me it would be one thing. I could work with him as necessary and give him space otherwise. But it’s not like that.”
