“I wished I was bonded to you so bad that night,” I tell him honestly. “I wished I hadn’t waited, that we bonded right after my heat.”
“I felt the same way. But we’re here now. We’re safe.”
“You’re going to be a good dad, Bram,” I tell him honestly.
“You think so?”
“I know so. I wouldn’t have pursued you the way I did otherwise.”
“You were kind of obsessed with me,” he jokes, and I pull back to cup his face, his smile radiant.
Me. I put that smile there. I make Bram happy.
“You don’t regret how anything’s turned out?” I ask.
“Not even for a second,” he replies.
It’s like my world stops feeling out of control, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not filled with fear of the unknown but excitement about what life has in store for us.
CHAPTER 45
Ihold Sloane securely against my chest all night, not even being able to handle the idea of her not being near me right now.
It’s only now I realize how upsetting her bonding with Max must have been. Not only was she scared for her health, but she didn’t get the nesting she needed either.
But it’s checkout time, and I have to tell Coach that I’m not riding home with the team.
It’s not my ideal way to spend the morning, but I’d rather deal with him than have Sloane fly home without me.
I’m washing Sloane’s hair out. She packed all her own supplies, thank God. I could tell that she wasn’t impressed with the blankets or sheets at the hotel.
My Omega needs the best. I make a note for the next time we travel to bring our own bedding.
Not that I’m sure when we will travel, she’s pregnant after all.
“Maybe we could come back here during the off season,” she suggests.
“You’ll be very pregnant then. Are you sure you’d enjoy the heat?” I ask over the shower spray.
She scrunches her nose and nods. “Maybe not.”
“We should stay closer to home,” I tell her, my hand unable to stop itself from gliding down the front of her body.
It’s still crazy to me that she’s growing a human inside of her. I kiss her shoulder and hold her tightly as the water sprays against us.
“That’s probably a good idea,” she agrees, and I’m thankful.
“We should be near your doctors, just in case.”
“Maybe Bar Harbor or a cabin in Maine.”
“We can probably borrow Beckford’s cabin in Vermont,” I tell her, and she hums in approval.
“Like a little babymoon.”
“What the fuck is a babymoon?”
“Like a honeymoon but this time with a baby. I’ll need some more time with you guys before the baby comes or the new season starts.”
