Page 87 of Gamers' Omega
“Ass,” he laughed. “Ok, I really gotta go. Call me later with the good news, and I’ll see you this weekend.”
“Thanks for walking me through the test selection.”
“No prob. It seems like a silly thing to stress about until you’re staring at the shelf.”
“Yep. Ok, chat later. Bye.”
“Bye.”
The call disconnected and I slid my phone back into my pocket. Then I turned my attention to the pregnancy tests again. I found another digital one in a different brand, then grabbed one with a plus sign as the indicator just to see if it was as stressful to read as Micah had suggested.
The clerk, a young male omega, eyed the tests as he rang them up and slid them into a bag. “Hope you get the results you want,” he said cautiously as I paid.
I smiled and patted my stomach. “We’re hoping.”
His customer-service smile brightened. “Always a crapshoot when selling these things. Some are hoping, and some are scared. I hope it’s good news for you.”
“Me too.”
“Have a nice day,” he said automatically as I grabbed the bag.
“You too!”
Excitement started to build as I drove home. Micah was probably right. My alphas had bred me while I was in heat.
More importantly, the voice of hope was stronger than that of doubt.
I pulled into the garage when I got home, my alphas already insisting that I get used to it so that I wasn’t trying to do things like scrape the windshield or brush snow off the car while pregnant.
That it was the start of summer didn’t seem to factor in. Neither did the fact that we hadn’t even confirmed that I was pregnant yet, and when I pointed that out, they asked if I’d rather get into an oven or a shaded car.
They had a point.
The house was mostly quiet as I entered—the only sound being Pico chattering to himself in the living room.
I paused as I passed Beck’s office, and could hear the sound of typing from within.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Beck had scrawled something on the whiteboard on our fridge.
Tony called. Working late. I need to finish this week’s article. If you don’t want to cook, get whatever you want for delivery.
I smiled, then opened the fridge. After a minute of digging, I confirmed that we had everything I needed to make lettuce wraps, which the guys had enjoyed the last time I’d made them.
Dinner plans sorted, I continued to the living room and opened Pico’s cage. “Hey, pretty bird.”
“Pretty bird, pretty bird,” he echoed in his scratchy budgie voice. He climbed out and to the top of his cage. “Pico, Pico.”
“I kissed a bird…” I started.
“And I cannot lie,” he replied.
I burst into laughter. “Wrong lyrics.”
Pico started beatboxing to inform me that, in fact, I was the one mistaken.
I spent a couple of minutes running him through some of his tricks, which he always seemed to enjoy, then I grabbed my bag of tests from the kitchen. I laid them out on the table and stared at them.
When should I take them? Obviously, once all my alphas were there. But as soon as everybody was home? Should I wait until after dinner?
