Ransom smacks him so hard, he has to catch Storm to ensure he doesn’t fall on top of us.
“Ransom,” Lore admonishes. “Please don’t squish our baby.”
My heart flip flops at how easily he says it’s ours, even if the baby has his DNA. The odds are very slim that anyone else is the father, especially since the change in her scent is so recent.
“Hold up,” Marie growls, looking up at Storm. “Fuck. That’s why they tasted so odd. Ugh. You all are such possessive assholes.”
“It’s why you love us,” Storm says, fluttering his eyelashes even as he rubs the back of his head.
“I love you, but I might have wanted to do the same,” Ransom says honestly. “I wouldn’t have! But I’d think about it.”
“That’s just as bad,” Marie mutters, flopping on top of me. I grunt to make her feel better, but she’s not heavy enough to push the breath out of my body.
“Can I tell you something?” I ask slyly, giggling when she muffles a scream into my sweater. God, I fucking love to mess with her. “Your scent is different.Yousmell different, and I think it’s the baby.”
“Really?” she asks, still hiding.
“Yep. I couldn’t figure out how to ask you why. It smells comforting, Little Omega. I love it, and now I know why.”
“Congratulations, Mama,” Ransom says softly, his eyes full of affection as he gazes at her.
“I’m going to be a mom,” she says, raising her face from my chest. “Holy crap.”
“Yes, you are,” I grin, kissing her lips before laying back on the hammock.
I don’t want the stupid thing to flip after all.
Ransom, Lore, and Storm kiss her as well, before Storm runs back inside with Ransom to check on the brownies I left them to babysit. Marie is craving chocolate, and they said they could watch the oven.
I suppose the pregnancy cravings are beginning, and I’m here for it.
“When do you think you’ll need to go in to see a doctor?” I ask as she sighs happily, snuggling against me again.
“I think it’s still too early. I’m probably only six weeks pregnant at most,” she murmurs. “I don’t want to go to Mercy Hospital for prenatal care. No one can keep their mouth shut there, and I want to enjoy my pregnancy without any gossip.”
“Why would there be gossip?” I ask, playing with her hair.
“They’re nurses, and think I’m getting special treatment,” she grumbles. “Enough said.”
“Hmm,” I say. There has to be more to this, but I’ll let it go for now. I know at one point, her co-workers were making jokes that she has to be sleeping with Dr. Royal due to the ‘preferential treatment’ she was getting.
No, bitches, my girl is simply better at her job than you are.
Taking a deep breath, I let the baby’s scent inside of my omega help calm me down.
“Wilder,” Marie says after a long while of my silence.
I didn’t mean to be quiet for so long, I was simply enjoying her company.
“Yes?” I ask. The brownies are probably going to be ready soon. I should have asked the guys to also take the vanilla ice cream out so it’ll soften.
There’s nothing better than ice cream and brownies. So fucking good.
“Will you bite me?” she asks softly.
Craning my neck, I notice there are tears glistening on her skin. The Edison lights shine around us, allowing me to see her without strain.
“Yes. What are you thinking about?” I ask.
