His lashes flutter as he looks from one of us to the other before I finally snap out of it. “Shall we sit?”
He nods and lets me guide him to the living room where my packmates have everything set out and waiting.
“Before you ask, yes, he does tend to be that formal on most occasions. The only time he really lets loose is –”
“We don’t need to discuss that right now,” I say, cutting Alex off and widening my eyes at him.
I’m pretty sure my face is a dark pink at the mere thought Alex was less than a second away from telling Hudson how I tend to spew some filthy shit when one of my packmates is balls deep in my ass or when I’m fucking their throats.
If we’re lucky, he’ll find out on his own soon enough.
“Can I get you something?” I ask as he lowers onto a cushion. The center cushion. That will leave room for two of us to sit directly beside him so I can soak up some more of his scent.
I lower directly beside him, grabbing a tray of fruit, cheese, and crackers to offer him.
“I’m okay. Thank you, though.”
I barely glance at Des in time to see his pout. He put so much time into making sure there were plenty of snacks and enough variety to appeal to any preferences.
It’s still early. Hudson has literally been sitting for all of five seconds. Unfortunately, I can’t exactly say that to my mate without making the omega uncomfortable.
“Your home is…um…beautiful.”
“It’s huge. We know,” Alex says playfully. “We thought we would have ten kids by now and wanted to have enough room.”
I don’t know if Hudson can see the sadness in Alex’s pretty hazel eyes, but it’s there, even as he forces a smile at the beautiful omega.
He raises a brow at my mate and smiles. “I’m going to go ahead and say I’m not prepared to birth ten kids.”
I don’t know why that simple sentence makes my heart race.
Actually, yes, I do. Because it’s the closest we’ve come to anyone even remotely agreeing to be a surrogate for us.
Of course, that wasn’t a full offer, but it at least tells me he’s considering our offer. After all, he’s here to ask questions and get to know us better.
“Hey, it’s still big enough for one kid to roller skate through the halls,” Alex says in his never-endingglass is half full,life through rosy glassestone. It’s rare for my mate to take anything too seriously.
When I’m too stuffy and too serious, his playfulness always keeps me grounded. Desmond is the gentlest of the three of us, always ensuring we’re happy, always making sure those he loves are happy and have everything they need.
We balance each other perfectly – serious, playful, gentle. Any omega would be safe with us.At no point would Hudson have to worry about us losing ourselves to rut or going all feral alpha simply because another spoke to him.
Though I suppose we wouldn’t really have that right unless there was a risk to him or our child. He wouldn’t belong to us if he agrees to this. He would merely be a vessel to the child we’ve wanted for so long.
Hudson’s eyes move around the room and a slow smile stretches across his face. “There’s definitely more than enough room to roller skate. A kid could have some fun here.”
“There’s a pool and we’re open to allowing our child to have any kind of pet he or she wants,” Desmond says in his soft, even tone.
“Have you three thought about what you’ll do if your child presents as an omega or even a beta?” Hudson asks.
That question alone makes me wonder about his family pack. Otherwise, why would he bring that up?
I’ve heard of parents being disappointed when their son presented as an omega or their daughter presented as an alpha. That never made sense to me.
“It doesn’t matter to us any more than the gender,” Desmond answers. Alex and I nod our agreement.
The next few questions are fairly mundane, such as how long we’ve worked in law, how long we’ve been bonded, and how long we’ve lived here.
It’s the next question that has the three of us shifting uncomfortably in our seats.
