Page 63 of Gamers' Omega
Ian took one of my hands, wove his fingers between mine, and moved it to rest on my stomach along with his other hand. “Is that what you want?”
“I want to be a papa.”
He kissed my neck. “That didn’t answer the question. You can do that without carrying the baby yourself. You’d still be a papa if we adopted or hired a surrogate.”
I swallowed. “I’m scared. I know there is pain with birth, but…” I glanced down at where our hands were linked and imagined them resting on a baby bump. “I want to have a baby.”
“Ok,” he murmured. “Do you want to talk to the others about this now, or is this something you need time with?”
I turned and leaned against him.
Ian kissed my hair. “Ok.”
I breathed his strong scent for several seconds before stepping back. Then I headed to the kitchen, where the others were putting the food away.
“Uh-oh,” Freddie said as soon as he saw me. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “Somebody’s been having big scary thoughts.”
I huffed a laugh against his chest. “How’d you know?”
He kissed my hair. “Some of it was in your scent, but there’s a look you get in your eyes.”
“Not my face?” I asked, once again allowing an alpha’s scent to soothe me.
He rested his cheek against my head. “No. You mask it well. But there’s something in your eyes.”
“Should I order food so we can talk it out?” Tony asked.
“Eric beat us to it,” Ian laughed. “Pizza should be here soon.”
“You had big scary thoughts, and still ordered pizza?” Freddie asked.
I chuckled. “I ordered pizza while I was doing the walkthrough. Before my brain started doing the thing.”
“Ok.”
“All the cold stuff is put away,” Beck stated. “The dry goods can wait. Let’s cuddle pile.’
“And I liked it, and I liked it,” Pico sang as we walked into the living room.
“In a little bit Pic,” Beck replied.
“Wanna come out?” Pico countered. “I love your butt!”
I detoured away from the guys and leaned in to look at Pico. “In a little bit. Pizza’s coming and you know you can’t be out when the door is going to be open that long.”
“I kissed a bird!”
I laughed. “Sweet talker. Soon. Ok?”
Pico made a kissy noise as I turned to the couch.
I smiled. My back had only been turned a few seconds, but in that time they’d moved the ottoman into the U-shape so that we could all lounge while cuddling. I slid into the space between Beck and Tony, resting my head on Tony’s chest.
“I know this is fast,” I started. “I’m not even unpacked. We’ve only been dating for a couple of months. But…” I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut. “I want to have a baby with you guys.”
There was a moment of silence, then Beck slid his hand across my stomach with a low growl. “As much as I would love to see you round, I don’t want you pushing yourself.”
“You’re our mate,” Tony murmured. “And I’m thrilled you want a baby with us. You tell us when, and I’ll buy plenty of turkey basters.”
