And Alison? She didn’t pull away, didn’t hesitate. She moaned against his roughness, against the way he tugged at her scalp with his grip in her hair.
She was breathless when he pulled back, when she tried to follow him as though that taste wasn’t enough, a desperate little whine on her lips.
“You know, my life has been nothing but work. I’ve always picked my job over everything else, thought nothing was more important. Hell, I turned my back on one of my best friends because I’d convinced myself my job was all I had. When I had to decide between that and you, though?” He shook his head. “Never made an easier choice.”
“And you won’t regret that? You won’t resent me for it later?”
He shrugged, his lip curled into a grin. “I figure if I ever miss the FBI too much, well, I know a certain omega I can use my handcuffs on.”
“I didn’t need to hear that,” came the doctor’s voice from behind them.
Daniel laughed and rose, giving Marshall room to work.
“I assume you’re okay with them being here. I won’t even bother to ask how they knew.”
Daniel lifted an eyebrow in Alison’s direction, but she assured the doctor it was fine.
Marshall lifted her sweater, and when she moved her hand, something fell from the pocket, the thing she’d been fidgeting with since they’d come in.
Her collar.
He’d assumed it had gotten lost at the warehouse, but it seemed she’d had it the entire time. Hell, she’d carried it with her like a prized possession.
He picked it up, then pressed it back into her palm. “We’ll buy you a new one, sweet,” he promised as he kissed her forehead, even as Marshall moved the ultrasound probe on her stomach. For all Daniel cared, the doctor could work around him.
“Well then,” Marshall said, his eyes on the screen.
Trent turned a glare on the doctor. “Doctors are not supposed to say that or sound surprised when doing exams.”
Daniel looked at the ultrasound screen but he couldn’t understand it. It was all just black and white and meaningless to him. “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing. She’s healthy and so are they.”
He drew in a deep breath in relief. She was fine. So were they.
They?
That forced a double take so obvious it was almost funny. “Excuse me?”
Marshall grinned, looking even younger than he was. “She’s carrying twins.”
Marshall said a few other things, but Daniel didn’t catch any of it. He stared at the screen, then at the picture Marshall printed out and handed to him.
Twins.
Not just a father, but he’d have two children?
He wrinkled the image from holding it so tight, but fuck, he didn’t care.
When Alison sat up, Daniel pulled her against him. He pressed a kiss to her head. “You’re going to do every damned thing Marshall says you need to. We clear?”
She lifted her eyebrow, mischief across her features. “I don’t know. I’m not very good at following directions.”
Daniel set his hand around her throat, where a collar would be by day’s end if he had anything to say about it, a sign that she wastheirs.
“That’s fine. I don’t mind punishing you when you get out of line. I’ve got some extra time on my hands right now, and I can’t think of a better way to spend it than training you again.”
The press of Daniel’s hand against Alison’s throat was a sensation she’d expected to hate. It was a claim, and she’d always seen that as a choking leash.
