This time, I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes. "I'm not even pregnant yet."
"You could be,” Indigo said mildly, sticking a hot pink bendy straw into their coffee for a long drink. “Honestly, after that performance? Surely I’m in the lead. I came, like?—”
“That makes no difference,” Cameo said, a little more irritably than he’d been a moment before.
Jealous fucking alpha always had something to complain about.
Still, my hand instinctively found my stomach, something a lot like hope making my chest feel light.
In the heat of the moment, I hadn’t thought about it at all… but by now there were pretty good odds that Imayactually be carrying.
I could be pregnant.
And the baby could be Indigo’s. Or Cameo’s. Marcus. Joon.
But, I could also not be, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up too high so early into trying. It could take a long time to get pregnant, and I hadn’t had a heat cycle yet, so the likelihood was already pretty fucking slim.
Still… the idea was exciting. It was easy to picture myself picking up a glorified pee stick from my bathroom counter to find a little pink plus marker. Picking out nursery colors, going to ultrasound appointments, birthing classes….
When I first agreed to sign, I didn’t realize how excited I was going to get. The more time that I spent with the pack, the more that I got to know them—fuck.
I reallydidwant this baby.
Indigo’s arm rested against the back of the seat, their long fingers toying with a few loose wisps of my hair where I’d missed getting them into the sloppy knot on the top of my head. The touch was casual, intimate, and though it’d never been a question whether or not I wanted this particular alpha, their counterpart across the table was another story altogether.
I shrugged, sipping the water. Even if I knew now that I wanted Cameo as more than just part of some deal, that didn’t mean I was just going to roll over and play good omega.
This time, I let the attitude sink into my tone. “Probably does,alpha.”
Cameo's growl was so low that if i wasn’t paying attention, I probably would’ve missed it. "Don’t think I won’t put you over my knee right here, brat.”
Indigo groaned, stretching their long legs under the table. "Relax, dude. It's not even ten."
“What, spankings follow the same rules as phone calls?”
“In our household? Yes,” they muttered, rubbing a hand over their face.
They had a point, it really was fucking early. Especially for people who typically worked the nightshift like Indi and me.
Since most people—like, the bulk of our audience—had jobs that kept them busy from nine to five and watched live streams in the evening, it was only natural we’d keep a later schedule.
Something that Cameo, who was either one of those sexy alpha vampire twins and didn’t need sleep, or simply didn’t care about suffering through being perpetually exhausted, didn’t understand in the slightest. It didn’t matter how late I saw the alpha go to bed, whenever seven AM rolled around, he was up for the day. With a little strategic cock warming and some making out I’d managed to score another hour this morning, but damn, I was feeling the early start more and more the longer that I waited for our waitress to come back to take our food order.
To add insult to injury, the alpha looked positively refreshed, sitting across from our half-in-the-grave corpses like he’d slept twelve hours on a bed made out of clouds.
“So is it too early to ask why you still haven’t forgiven Joon?
"What can I get for you?" our waitress asked, brandishing her pen and flip-top notebook like my thoughts had conjured her from thin air.
It was all business, but I didn’t mind. Even for a weekday it was busy as hell in here, and she seemed to be the only one working the front.
"I'll have a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel please," I said, handing over the menu that I hadn’t even cracked open.
"And I'll take a spinach and mushroom omelette," Indi ordered, grabbing Cameo’s menu to hand them both to her. “With hashbrowns, the shredded ones.”
"Frittata, please," Cameo said. “And an orange juice for her.”
"Coming right up," the waitress said, clicking her pen and hustling away without so much as a second look.
