Page 137 of Alpha's Redemption

“As if I would say no,” Valen had said.

So Zoe and I had gone to all the appointments, made sure everything was safe and would work out before deciding to present it to Macey. We didn’t want to get her hopes up only for them to crash down again.

We had all witnessed her heartache when she couldn’t find a donor or a surrogate. She desperately wanted to give Tatum a baby, though we all knew he was content with Taylor, but in Macey’s eyes, their little family wasn’t complete. We wanted to help her complete it.

The door opens and Doc walks out, and I think all four of us suddenly forget how to breathe as we stare at his desk as he sits down and goes over his notes.

“Seven viable eggs. Now, you just have to ask,” Doc tells us, and we all let out a breath simultaneously.

I squeeze Zoe’s hand excitedly and she squeezes mine back. We have it all planned on how we’ll ask her. A little corny, but we’re excited to see their faces.

“We’ll ask at the barbecue tonight,” I tell Zoe, and she smiles. Noah babbles on her lap excitedly, eating his hands with no idea what’s going on.

* * *

The packhouse is full of family.

Kalen and Dad are wrangling the girls. Ava is chasing the kids around the huge climbing frame while they pretend the grass is lava—apparently Ava is the lava monster.

Tatum is with Marcus and Valen as they man the meat; the smell of sausage and steak on the barbecue makes my mouth water as I carry a salad bowl out and place it on the table. Zoe is giving Noah his bottle and talking to Macey about the upcoming event at the hotel and arrangements that need to be made.

“Zoe!” I sing out, and she looks over at me, her lips curling up at the edges as she stands.

She passes Noah to Macey. “Can you give him to Marcus? I just have to help Everly for a second,” Zoe says.

“Sure,” she replies, taking him while Zoe makes her way over to me. Macey sets her beer down, eyeing us as we disappear back inside.

We walk into the kitchen and I grab a boiled egg from the fridge, chuckling at the silliness of it, while Zoe finds the little plastic medical diagram of a womb she bought off eBay.

“Ready?” I ask her, grabbing the paperwork showing she has seven viable eggs available, if she wants to use them.

Macey is talking to Marcus with Noah perched on her hip when we come back out. Marcus, spotting us coming out, nudges Valen, who places the tongs down.

“Tatum?” he calls out and waves him over.

Tatum raises an eyebrow at us as we stand with our hands behind our backs, but Macey is far too distracted talking to Marcus, who swiftly steals Noah from her arms just as we stop behind her.

We both fall to one knee in some strange proposal position, making us giggle. She still doesn’t turn around. Tatum looks at us as if we have lost our minds before clearing his throat loudly and sipping his beer. Still, Macey is absorbed with lecturing Marcus about Goddess knows what.

I sigh and reach up, tugging the back of her shirt. When she spins around and looks down, I hold up the boiled egg and chuckle. She stares at us amused as she takes the egg—it’s obvious she thinks we’re just being silly.

“If we are having an egg and spoon race, I am totally winning that shit!” she states.

“Macey, will you let me be your egg donor?” I ask her and her smile slips off her face as she gapes at me, at the same Zoe offers her the little plastic gyno-womb model.

“Macey will you put your baby in me?” she asks and Macey takes the plastic womb.

Valen reaches down, plucking the doctor’s paperwork from my hands and passing it to her.

“Wait? Are you joking?” she asks, staring between us. Valen taps the paper, showing her the number of viable eggs she has, and Tatum reads over her shoulder.

“Wait, you're both okay with this?” Tatum asks, looking between Marcus and Valen.

“Of course!” they both say simultaneously.

“We can have a baby?” Macey asks, stunned, her hands shaking as she stares at the boiled egg and little womb.

“Is that a yes? Because my knees are killing me kneeling like this,” Zoe whines.

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