“You’re welcome. And don’t get any on the sheets, or we’ll have to wash everything,” I say, snuggling up into the bed until I find a good show. “Oh yeah, you’re going to love this.”
“What is it?” he asks.
“So each season, there’s three Omegas, and they can only scent the Alphas and talk to them through a wall. They never see what they look like.”
“How is that entertaining?”
“Oh, just you wait.”
Three hours later
“No, she can’t pick Zach. He’s an asshole.”
“I know, right?”
“And why is Daniella literally leading every single Alpha on when she only likes Craig and Marcus?” he asks.
“And she keeps lying to the other girls about who she’s interested in,” I add in.
“This is a cluster fuck. Adrianna is the only one taking this seriously.”
“I know, right? Plus, she’s so pretty. I think she’s going to choose Adon, Eric, and Heath.”
“What about Raymond?” Bram asks, astonished, and I bite my lip.
“Raymond doesn’t want kids. Adrianna does, in fact. She and Adon would make the prettiest babies.”
“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting kids, though,” Bram says, and my heart sinks. I feel like I’m about to throw up.
I swallow thickly.
“Nothing’s wrong with that, it’s just they should be on the same page. You want kids, right?” I ask, my heart beating so fast it feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.
If he says no right now, I’m not sure what I’d do. Maybe lock myself in a closet and cry or something equally as dramatic.
I remember how Adrianna’s face fell when Raymond told her through the wall it wasn’t something he wanted. She really liked him. His scent was her favorite, but the moment he said that, she stopped booking pods with him.
“I want kids but probably not for a while,” he says, and I nod my head.
“I have to go to the bathroom real quick,” I say, and he furrows his brows at me as I skitter away off the bed like a scared animal.
As soon as I’ve shut the door, I splash some water on my face.
He didn’t say no. He just said not right now.
Well, he has about eightish months to adjust to the idea. Because there’s no turning back now.
It’s probably a conversation we should have had before. We talked so much about my heat and creating a pack that we didn’t get to the nitty gritty of how we saw our lives. I thought I had more time.
Story of my fucking life, right?
I thought I had more time, and now it’s planning my life around circumstance, which is not how I saw my life going. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. My pack is perfect, it’s who I need. But everything has felt so out of my control. Nothing has gone to plan, and I just don’t know how much more I can take.
I’m not a go with the flow Omega, as much as I may try to be.
When things are organized, life runs smoother, and as of late, it feels like everything is out of my control.
My fear of telling Bram gets even deeper. Fuck, I love him so much. But why am I so scared to tell him?
