The two of us have been friends since childhood so there’s very little held back when it comes to our conversations.
“I’m serious. Or at least make sure they tell one of their servants to keep an eye on you four.”
“They have staff, not servants.”
“Tomayto-tomahto. Love you. Call me tomorrow.”
We end the call and I hoist one of the bigger bags onto the top of my rolling suitcase while hoisting my toiletry bag over one shoulder.
Butterflies riot in my stomach.
Money, safety, luxury – all on the line for a decision I still haven’t made.
I’m trying to make myself picture being pregnant. The problem isn’t a rounded belly or even the possible stretch marks.
It’s the whole walking away after.
What if I emotionally bond with the child while it’s growing inside me? What if I fall in love with one or all the alphas and they only want the baby, not me? Would they willingly let me go even if I…
“Stop,” I whisper to myself as the elevator doors slide open.
I’m thinking of worst-case scenarios instead of analyzing everything from a business standpoint. Because that’s really what Pack Anders has offered me – a business proposition. The use of my womb in exchange for some serious spoiling and a lot of money.
Just get through the next few weeks and then you can make the choice.
Surely, after a few weeks of spending time with Mason, Alex, and Desmond, I should be able to make a concrete decision.
I think part of my reluctance is I’m not sure what kind of family I’ll be leaving my child with…
Ourchild.
Will they be kind and loving and supportive? Or will they be like my parents and turn their backs if their son presents as an omega or their daughter as an alpha?
Sure, they said they didn’t care either way, but those could simply be pretty words. They seem kind, but people can hide a lot behind charm.
Shit. Well, now I’m kind of freaking myself out.
Making a plan to send Ella the address and set some kind of calling schedule, I climb behind the wheel of my Honda and prepare myself for spending the next few weeks with Pack Anders.
Guess it’s a good thing I never went through with getting a pet. I’d either have to get a sitter or take them with me, and I’m not sure how the three alphas feel about little four-legged babies.
The trip to the mansion – and, seriously, that’s exactly how it looks to me – takes about thirty minutes. Their house is tucked away and a little isolated, but still close enough to keep from feeling as though I’ll be too far from civilization.
Man, I keep thinking of my life with them in future terms, as though my brain has made up its mind without actually including me.
Thing is, I wouldn’t mind spending more time with them; it’s the whole getting pregnant, carrying a child while my body goes haywire, giving birth, then deciding whether or not I want to be a part of the child’s life that has me hovering my foot over the proverbial brakes.
There are so many things to consider, some that could possibly be life changing.
The guard from earlier is still manning the gate and instantly opens it, waving me forward the moment he catches sight of my Honda.
What kind of vehicle do they plan to get me if I agree to their arrangement? Obviously, they’ll want something safer, although Hondas have a super high safety rating so not sure why they’re worried.
Okay, yeah, it’s a little older, but my girl still runs like a dream.
Yep. I’m doing everything in my power to distract myself from what’s coming.
You’llbe the one coming.
