“I’m assuming we slipped up in the heat of the moment and I came inside of you during your heat,” I murmured.
His cheeks flared red. “Oh. Oh no… Does Fletcher know?”
“Yes, of course.” I nodded to Fletcher, who rested a hand on Sky’s back.
“D-Do you…” Sky’s Adam’s apple bobbed hard, like he was swallowing a mouthful of glass. “Do you want the baby? Is that why… Because he can’t… Because Fletcher is…”
He pulled away from me, his entire body trembling. He shook his head back and forth, a whimper escaping him, and it broke my fucking heart.
“Sky, baby, no,” I crooned, reaching for him. He backed away from me, right into Fletcher, who wrapped his arms around the younger Omega.
“Easy, Sky,” he whispered. “No one’s taking your baby, okay? No one. Not me, not Adam, and not some rat bastard of a scientist. I promise.”
Sky let out a choked sound and sagged into Fletcher’s embrace. Tears streaked down his cheeks, even as he shook his head. I knee-crawled closer to him and cupped his face in both hands, wiping the tears away with the pads of my thumbs.
“The baby is yours, Sky,” I said gently. “But what would you think if we helped you raise it when the time comes? Nothing would have to change. You’d still live with us, still sleep with us. I’m sure Fletcher would adore being a part-time daddy.”
“I would,” Fletcher agreed with a smile.
“But…” Sky floundered for words, searching my face for answers to questions he wasn’t quite sure how to say. “Fletcher’syourOmega. I’m not. How could you want to raise another Omega’s child?”
I softened. “Would you want to be my Omega, Sky?”
His eyes widened. “But?—”
“I think I’m strong enough to handle two Omegas.” I smiled softly. “And Fletcher would be your Omega as well, and you would be his. We would be a three-man show.”
“Three men and a baby,” Fletcher said around a laugh. “Heaven help us if it’s a girl.”
Sky let out a giggle, even through his tears. “You really mean it? You…want this? With me?”
“Yes, Sky. You’re ours, and we’ll help you through this pregnancy and beyond, every step of the way.” I brushed my knuckles against Sky’s flat stomach. “Our baby.”
Sky wept into his hands, no doubt overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. I drew him to my chest and held him close.
“Shh. It’s okay, love. Everything’s gonna be okay. We’ve got you.”
I eased us into a lying position. Fletcher cuddled in and tugged the blankets back over us. We made a Sky sandwich and spent a lazy morning in bed, nowhere to go, nowhere to beexcept right here, right now, with Sky and the reality that we were going to be parents.
35
SKY
I spentthe next week in a daze. I was pregnant? How was that even possible? The doctors were probably wrong. They had to be wrong.
I stared at my reflection in the floor-length mirror, shirt off, trying to see a pregnancy that was only months old. This couldn’t be real. How could I raise a baby? I couldn’t even take care of myself half the time!
“Sky?” Fletcher approached slowly, worry apparent in the wrinkles above his brow. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m not pregnant,” I said, like a petulant child telling his parents he wasn’t going to bed. “It’s not real.”
He softened. “Oh, Sky. Come here?—”
I jerked out of his reach, shaking my head. “No! It’s not. It can’t be. I’m too fucked up. I don’t deserve another baby. Not after—” I choked on the words, hugging my arms to my sides. “No.”
“I had a feeling this would happen,” Fletcher murmured. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and walked off, and I glared at my reflection in the mirror, as if it could fix the broken things inside of me.
When Fletcher returned, there was a small, rectangular box in his hand. My stomach sank when I realized what it was.
