Two lines.
And a heart full of doubt.
What would Wulf say?
I decided to make an event of it. He was coming over after his shift and I intended to butter him up a little bit. A trip to the grocery store and the department store later, I was armed with the makings of a steak dinner and a gift bag with a onesie and the pregnancy test inside.
“Striker?” he called out when he came in. He had a key to my apartment and while I hoped he would ask me to move in with him one day, he hadn’t yet. Two of us barely fit in my apartment and a couple with a roommate wasn’t in the best interest of anyone.
“I’m here.”
“Damn, is that steak I smell?” He came into the kitchen and wrapped me up in one of his hugs. The man gave the best hugs. They lasted at least fifteen Mississippis and were followed by a searing kiss. Not a peck or a chaste hello. Something that made me want to forget about dinner and everything else in the world.
“Yes. A steak dinner. You’ve been working so hard.”
“Hmmm,” he pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “Is that all?”
“Maybe I have some news.”
He chuckled. “By all means, then. News first. I won’t be able to enjoy my meal until you tell me.”
I wouldn’t either. He knew me too well.
I felt the blood drain from my face. “There’s something for you in the bag.”
Wulf turned to see the pale yellow bag. He walked over and opened it. “A present? For…me…” His voice trailed off and my heart plonked right down into my stomach.
I should’ve done it differently. Should’ve just told him.
Goddess, I was a coward.
“Striker, omega, is this…is this what I think it is?”
My heart thumped so damned loudly I barely heard the words. “Yes. I’m…we’re having a pup.”
He picked out the test and held it up. “You’re having our pup?”
“Yes, alpha.”
He was as still as a statue. I got nothing through the bond. Not anger. Not fear. Nothing.
“Wulf, are you upset?”
“Have you ever been so damned happy that you couldn’t move?” He finally said after a few minutes of insufferable silence.
“Are you happy?” I asked, rushing over to him.
“I never thought. How long?”
“How long what?”
“Striker, how long have you known?”
“Three days. My wolf told me three days ago and I went for a test almost immediately.”
Wulf buckled into the nearest chair and dragged me onto his lap.
“Talk to me, Wulf. Say something.”
