“I love you too,” Ollie cupped Ronin’s cheek. “Come on. Let’s go meet up with the family,” Ollie said. “We can share our exciting news with them.”
Ronin nodded and shut the door for Oliver. When Ronin got into the car, he reached over and grabbed onto Ollie’s hand, and that was the way they drove to Roman and Devon’s place.
When they pulled up in front of the house, they saw it was already packed. “I think everyone really is here, although I’m not surprised. It is a momentous celebration to welcome the next Wildwood generation.”
Ollie grinned and nodded. “Soon, this celebration will be for us.”
Ronin nodded. “You bet it will.”
They got out of the car and headed up to the front door, but before they could even knock, the door swung open with Roman on the other side grinning widely and welcoming them into the house.
Ronin hugged his brother, then Oliver did the same, and when Rome stepped back, he motioned for them to follow him down the hallway to the living room. It was packed and overflowing into their backyard. Devon was not hard to find, with him sitting in the middle of the couch. He started to get up, but Ronin quickly stopped him. “Hold it right there… you’re about ready to pop. You should not be doing anything strenuous, and it looks like standing falls into that category right now.”
Devon laughed and slowly lowered himself back into his seated position. Ollie looked at his stomach, and he instinctively touched his. He couldn’t imagine his stomach stretching as Devon’s had.
“How do you feel, Dev?” Ollie asked.
His brother-in-law and friend laughed. “Like I’m as big as a house.” The whole room chuckled at that, then he continued. “But honestly, I’m feeling pretty good, and I’m absolutely looking forward to bringing this pup into the world. I can't wait to meet them.”
Unlike him and Ro, Dev and Roman had opted not to find out the sex.
“Have you thought of names?” Ronin’s papa asked from beside Devon.
“We have, actually.” Roman was the one to speak up. “If it’s a girl, we’re looking at Rochelle. If it’s a boy, we’re looking at Roderick.”
“It appears you’re sticking with theRnames.” Ronin laughed as he sat down on the chair and pulled Ollie back so he would sit on his lap.
“If it ain't broke and all.” Roman shrugged
“I hear ya,” his mate said. Ronin’s hand immediately started rubbing circles on Ollie’s stomach, who placed his hand on top of Ro’s and linked their fingers.
“I just love babies,” Sophie chimed in. “You two are going to make great parents.”
“Thank you,” Devon replied, a contented look on his face.
“Are you scared?” Jax’s voice was low, but it had all eyes going to him. Ollie studied his friend, and he noticed that Jax’s hands were fidgeting on his lap. He knew how much Jax was struggling with how he felt being pregnant.
Devon spoke, drawing everyone's eyes away from Jax, and Ollie saw his friend relax. “I don’t know. I guess maybe a little... but I know that having Roman by my side makes it a little less scary.” Dev’s eyes went to Roman and he smiled. “When I panic sometimes, he reminds me that I'm not alone.”
Ollie turned his attention back to Jax, and he could see how much Devon’s words affected him. He knew Devon was not being mean, but Jax was about to have a baby all alone. Ollie wanted to go over and console his friend, but he also didn't want to draw any more attention to Jax. Ronin must have read his mind because he spoke up.
“Well, Ollie and I have some news to share.” Ollie burrowed into Ronin, and he couldn't help smiling since he already knew what was coming.
“Ollie and I just got the news that we’re having a little girl!”
“Oh my… That’s amazing! Now I wish we had found out.” Devon pouted.
Declan spoke up. “I don't think you have to worry about that. You’ll be meeting your little one very soon.” He clapped his hands excitedly, his eyes falling on Ollie and Ro. “Either way, I will have two little grandkids running around Wildwood.”
Ollie's eyes were on Jax, and he saw something that had him all the way intrigued. His friend’s cheeks had turned a nice shade of tomato, even as his eyes kept wandering towards a certain alpha who’d joined the party not too long ago.
“There might be another,” Ollie said slyly.
“Who?” Ronin’s papa looked around like he could divine it by sight.
“I'm not telling,” Ollie replied, while drawing two pinched fingers across his lips to show he had zipped them shut.
Ronin groaned behind him. “Don't get Papa started, please. He won't rest till he figures it out.”
