I pouted out my bottom lip as he turned around. “That’s not fair.”
“But it is. My wolf has priorities and tonight the priority is you resting and giving that pup a rest as well. You two had a big day.”
“Fine.” I didn’t have it in me to argue. “To bed.”
We laid together and before Wulf even turned off the lamp on his side of the bed, my eyes were closed. He was right. Again. He really should take a break from that once in a while.
“I love you, Alpha. In case I’ve never told you. I’m sure you already know but I do. I love you and us and our pup.”
He moved me closer so that my head lay on his chest as sleep pulled me under. “I love you, omega. Always have and always will.”
Chapter Nineteen
Wulf
There wasn’t much to move from Striker’s tiny apartment into mine. He ended up leaving the bed and dresser for the next roommate for Eli. I was glad my moving wouldn’t put him in a tough spot, rent wise. He had enough to worry about with his athletic career and working nights. Honestly, I didn’t know how he managed it.
Plus, most of Striker’s things were already here.
“Everything is already here?” he asked, coming home from work.
“Yeah. I went and got it this morning. I hope you don’t mind. I figured it would take something off your plate and you could just relax. We have that appointment with the healer in a few minutes.”
My mate sighed. He was torn about going to the healer. Of course, he knew he had to. To check the baby’s health and his own but doctors in general made him fidgety and after all he’d been through, who could blame him? “I’m gonna shower first. Thank you for taking care of getting my things. Was Eli there?”
“He was. I gave him the key. He was okay with it. The new roommate is going to move in tomorrow.”
“Good. Five minutes.”
When Striker said five minutes, he meant it. The man could shower and get dressed faster than anyone else on the planet, even with his leg.
We’d fallen into a PT routine of our own over the past few months. The shifting helped. Going to the gym with Eli early in the mornings, before his shift was over, did wonders. And, of course the special massages by his alpha and his homework from the clinic
Sometimes, he got into funks where he would feel sorry for himself but those became fewer and fewer.
He amazed me every day.
And today, we both would stand in amazement, I was sure. Today was ultrasound day. Not only would we get to hear the heartbeat again but this time we would actually see our pup and how much they’d grown.
“So we’re going to find out the sex?” Striker asked as we got into the car. We were on time but to him, on time was late.
“We decided we would. Unless you changed your mind?”
“No.” He took my hand. “No. I want to. I want to know so we can pick out names and cute little outfits. We also haven’t painted the nursery. We need to do that.”
He looked out the passenger window as his scent spiked–tangy and almost sour. He was stressed and that was the last thing he or the baby needed.
“Everything is going to be okay. I’ve already called a couple of places to do the painting. You and I really don’t have the time and I don’t want you inhaling all the fumes anyway. It will get done, omega. Try not to stress.”
When we arrived at the healer’s office and went in, Striker calmed somewhat. It was no wonder. The office was painted a soft blue and there were spa sounds coming through a speaker in each room. We didn’t even get to sit down when we were called to the back.
He took Striker’s vitals, and he had to put on a gown so that they could do the ultrasound.
“You’re even cute in that paper gown,” I said, taking the stool beside the bed he was on.
“Stop that. I am not.”
“You are.”
