Page 47 of The Beta: Part Two
I hope not, I can't see why they would. “The biggest problem with the implants is keeping my mother from finding out. She's already started asking me about nursery décor. I'm fielding all that stuff to you, princess. You can deal with her. But if she knows all the alphas have implants she'll harass me about ‘oh, I'd just love another little grandbaby’ until I'm ready to pull my hair out.”
Jasper laughs at my little impression of my mother. “She's not that bad.”
“Yes she is,” Alex interrupts. “Two days after we got Talia here a few years ago, Elizabet was already calling Corso to make sure the manor was inspected and baby-proofed. She really is that bad.”
Jasper is trying very hard not to laugh, and failing miserably.
“So, we'll just sneak ol' Oberon over here to get your boys taken care of and Elizabet will never need to know. I'll throw him in the trunk.” Ridiculous. Alex is ridiculous.
“You're not putting him in the trunk. Jamison would throw a fit. I'll call him later.” I kiss Alex and reposition my phone so Jasper can see better.
“Want to see your room again? I didn't make a big deal about it earlier because everyone was crowded around, but your room is connected to mine. Is that okay with you?” I know what his answer will be but I ask him anyway.
Jasper loves that his room is adjoined to mine. He even likes the color scheme. He likes everything that I show him. We decide that we should keep the smaller house; we want to keep it ready for us in the event we need a place to go that isn’t the manor. Since all the furniture, the bedroom furniture specifically, will be staying at the farmhouse, we’ll need to get new stuff eventually. With the combined finances of the joined packs, we will probably be long dead before we ever need to worry about money, so we can definitely afford the new purchases. By the time we end the call I’m getting hungry, and Trent has come into Jasper’s room to harass him enough times that even I’m ready to tell him off.
Before I go down to the kitchen to grab something to eat, I make the call to Obi. He answers on the fourth ring.“What's wrong?”
I can hear people talking and something droning on an intercom in the background. He must be at work. “Nothing. Well, I don't think anything's wrong. I'll be quick and blunt.”
“That's what I love about you,”he chuckles.
“I just came out of heat. Corso, Alex, and Reid have hip implants. The rest of them don't.What are the odds of me getting pregnant the first go round?”
Silence.
Then obnoxious laughter.
“What, you don’t want to have babies on your first heat? Your mother would be goddamned ecstatic.”
“Shut up, Obi and answer the question.”
Obi continues to snicker but finally answers. “Thanks to Mom, I have inside knowledge of your records from your recent hospital stay. The amount of suppressants that were in your system would more than likely have kept you from getting knocked up.”
Sighing in relief, I ask him my second question, “think you can sneak over here and put some implants in some irresponsible alphas in the next three weeks?”
“Well,” he hedges, “I don’t know. Mom wouldn’t like it if she found out.”
I growl into the phone, “I know where you sleep and nobody will even know I’ve been there. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“It shouldn't be a problem. I can come by in a few days.” I hear someone call his name and I would feel a little guilty for bothering him at work if he just hadn’t pissed me off.
“Thank you. And please don't say anything to anyone. Not even Jamison.” I don't know how well that's going to go over, if Jamison asks him what he's up to he'll tell him. My brother's pack is honest with each other to a fault.
“I'll do my best, Talia. I'll see you in a few days. I'll let you know when I'm on the way. Talk soon.”Then the call ends.
Reid is in the kitchen when I get there. Like the rest of the manor, all the food stuff is still sorted where it was when I left. I open the fridge and pull out the spicy pickles I like so much, and when Reid sees me put them on the table he starts getting out the stuff for psycho sandwiches. Here, they’re just called marshmallow sandwiches.
“Alex eats these at least once a week,” Reid says to me as he opens the marshmallow whip, “I don’t know how his heart doesn’t explode and his teeth don’t rot out of his head with the amount of sugar he ingests.”
I smile at that, Alex is who got me hooked on these things in the first place. Like he has a secret sense about it, he comes prancing into the kitchen and rubs his palms together when he sees what Reid and I are putting together.
“Jasper and the rest have dubbed thesepsycho sandwiches,” I announce, “Trent likes them, especially.”
Reid chuckles, “of course he does.”
Once they’re finished, we stand around the counter crunching stickily; Alex is doing more watching me eat than actually eating himself. I want to be irritated, I really do, but I mostly think it’s funny. “Are you going to watch me eat everything from now on, weirdo?” I ask.
You never know what you’re going to get with Alex. Sometimes you say something jokingly to him and he gives you such a serious response that you almost feel silly. Other times you can be trying very hard to talk about something gravely important, but he thinks something about it is hilarious, probably something bloody and violent. Hell, I’ve seen him dance around the room with a corpse.
