“This is a big ask, sweetheart. I want to tell everyone.”
“It doesn’t feel right to tell anyone else before we tell the Alphas,” I say, going back to my soup.
“No, you’re right. I’ll try to be patient.”
“Do you want to take some soup to your dad?”
“I’d love that. Speaking of dads, are you talking to yours?” he asks.
I let out a frustrated noise. Of course, I saw all my parents when I was in the hospital, but all it led to was more resentment on my father’s side. He was blaming Bram and Max for what happened when it was no one’s fault. When I tried to explain that he was treating me like I was a child who needed coddling, I had to stand up for myself. We haven’t spoken since. Well, my father and I haven’t. I still text my moms and my Beta father every day.
I’m sure we’ll get this all resolved sooner than later, but right now I have too much on my plate to deal with my dad trying to dictate my life. I’m a woman, I’m a grown ass Omega who can decide her pack. Hell, I’m about to be a parent myself.
With shaky hands, I ladle the soup into a to-go container for Ethan to take to his foster dad and send him off with a kiss. If Ithought my dad was acting poorly about this all now, he’s going to lose his mind when he finds out I got pregnant during my heat. Or before.
Max and I didn’t use any protection in the locker room, and who knows how good we were with the diaphragm during my heat? It was a risk I knew I was taking during my heat. Ethan and Bram also knew my birth control methods well before my heat. Max did after signing my heat contract, and I worry he might feel trapped.
He’s my scent match, which he had no control over. I was already with Bram, which he had no control over. And now we’re all going to have a baby together while we’re still in the midst of learning to be a pack.
Maybe there is some guilt lingering.
I should have sucked it up and went on the pill or the implant. But I don’t like the way they make me feel. I don’t feel like myself when I have other hormones running through me.
I glide my hand over my stomach. My baby wasn’t planned, but I can’t deny that I’m excited. Bram’s house is large, and there’s a perfect room for a nursery right next to the primary bedroom.
All of the guys can still have their own rooms. I don’t really need my own space…
That’s a lie—I totally do.
Thankfully, the men I chose aren’t messy, especially Bram. But it is taking some training on my part to show them how I like things organized.
The soup tastes great, and I turn off all the burners and ladle up a bowl before bringing it upstairs to Bram.
He looks pissed off as he leans against the headboard of his bed with crossed arms and watches TV. If there’s something I’ve learned about Bram, it’s that he doesn’t like to sit still. I honestly can’t relate.
Watching TV and being doted on all day sounds like the dream.
I set up his tray on the nightstand. His water cup is still full.
“I’m fine,” he says.
“Okay, Mr. Grumpy,” I say, glancing at the TV. “No wonder you’re cranky. You need to put something good on TV.”
“This is fine.”
“You’re watching a baby seal get eaten by a killer whale. No, you need something juicy.”
“Juicy?” he says with an arch of a brow.
I try not to look at the bruised side of him because it makes me so upset.
“Yeah, like trashy shows. They’re the best.”
“I just want to go back to work,” he grumbles.
“I know you do, but hey, you get me all to yourself for a few weeks. That’s not so bad?”
“Come here. Put a stupid fucking show on. Thank you for the soup.”
