“How long will it take?” I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets to keep from fidgeting…
Or punching a hole through the wall.
Alex shrugs, glancing in the direction of double doors where I assume Hudson is currently laid up.
The three of us start up this odd pattern of pacing. One will pace while the other watches the door. Then the next paces while the other will sit in a chair closest to the double doors.
After close to an hour, a nurse approaches. “Omega Harden has requested his alphas.”
OmegaHarden. Did he give that name or did Alex?
And why the fuck does that feel so goddamn right.
Omega Harden. His alphas.
Mine.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
That simple statement from the nurse cements a decision in my head and heart – if he’ll still have us, I want Hudson permanently. I want to keep that bond intact.
And we’ll find a way to ensure one of us is either home with him all day or off work at a reasonable hour so he doesn’t spend every waking moment alone.
I want him to stay with us after our child is born. I want him to raise the child with us.
I want to have a formal bonding ceremony or wedding to announce to the world he’s ours as much as we’re his.
CHAPTER 43
Hudson
Istare at the grainy black and white image for so long my eyes are getting dry. Blinking rapidly, I sniffle as the first wave of emotion overcomes me.
How is this possible? And what does that mean for me? For the alphas?
I asked a nurse to retrieve them for me; I want to be the one to break the news to them. They need to hear it straight from my mouth.
Why am I so nervous? I didn’t ask for this, didn’t anticipate…
A light knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts.
Des’s face appears as he peeks around the door as though either ensuring he has the right room or waiting for my invite.
“Hi,” I say with a wobbly and now watery smile as tears well and roll down my cheeks one after the other. I’m not even sure what emotion is stronger as I watch each of them enter the room,grave looks on their faces as though they’re simply waiting for the worst news possible.
I have no idea how they’ll interpret what I’m going to tell them, how they’ll react.
Alex makes it to my side first with Desmond right behind him. Alex lowers onto the edge of the bed where I’m lying while Des goes to the other side and takes my hand in his. So warm. So soft. So strong and sure.
“Are you okay?” Des asks, his sweet voice soft, his face full of sorrow.
I nod when my throat feels as though it’s clogged with emotion.
It takes me a couple times to finally get words to come out in any form of an intelligible language.
“We need to, um, talk. About the baby.”
