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At least I’d been the last single omega in the family—of mating age anyway. Owen would likely still be pressured by her to find a mate and settle down, but the rest of us would now be spared her judgmental glances at every family gathering.
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~March~
“Damn,” Jace moaned from the massage table next to mine. “Why didn’t we do this while I was pregnant?”
I chuckled, then moaned as the massage therapist found and worked a sore spot along my shoulder. “Because we didn’t think of it.”
“Next time I’m pregnant, we’re totally doing massages again.”
“Deal,” I sighed, relaxing as the masseur worked his magic.
The outing had been Brendan’s idea, and he’d surprised me with a full day of pregnancy spa treatments to celebrate the start of my paternity leave.
My due date was still a week away, but my doctor had told me that it could be any time. My baby had dropped and was in position.
Luckily, we were ready. The nursery was decorated just as I’d imagined. Our nanny had been hired and moved in—mostly because I was still insecure about my clumsiness and had asked for the help. And the guys had all worked out their schedules to spend as much time at home with me over the next few months as possible, though each still had to go to work several hours each week.
And me? Everybody had made it clear that until I gave birth I was to relax and enjoy the last few days of having my first baby inside me.
I winced and the masseur paused. “Sore spot?” he asked.
“Braxton-Hicks,” I replied. “You’re fine.”
He made a noise of acknowledgment, then resumed his work.
“Getting them bad?” Jace asked.
“Not really. Just a small one every once in a while.”
“Lucky.”
I chuckled. “They say they’re worse with twins.”
He snorted. “Figures you’d only have one.”
“I got pregnant outside of a heat… unlike you,” I teased.
“Your loss,” he retorted. “It just means you’ll have gone through a full pregnancy without realizing how incredible a heat is with four alphas around.”
The massage therapists each let out small shocked noises but otherwise remained quiet.
I sighed as another tight muscle relaxed. “Speaking of heats. It’s just about time for your first one since the babies. Going to get a second batch cooking?”
He chuckled. “We discussed it and are waiting until the babies are at least a year, though I’d like to be closer to two. I’d like for the first ones to be weaned for a few months before the assault on my nipples resumes.”
“So your second post-birth heat?”
He laughed. “Probably.”
I hissed as another contraction hit, and lingered. The hands working my muscles disappeared.
“Another?” Jace asked.
I nodded.
“Seems to be a long one.”
