I took a long, cleansing breath. I was so excited to tell him but wanted it to be right. This was momentous, and I was afraid my eagerness would make it silly.
One way to find out.
“I’ve been feeling a bit off lately. You saw me throw up the other morning, and that was the last time, but it struck me as weird. I’ve also been tired and low energy. And, last night, my wolf told me something but I had to be sure.”
Lewis took my hands in his. “Just tell me already. Are you sick?”
“No.” I laughed. “Alpha, I’m pregnant. I took a test this morning.”
Lewis’ eyes widened. “You’re having our cub? Truly? Is that what your wolf told you?”
I nodded as tears welled in my eyes. They spilled over and Lewis moved to catch them. “We’re having a baby.”
“Omega, I never thought…are you happy?” He laughed. “I can’t tell if you’re happy or not. Your emotions and scent are all over the place.”
“I’m the happiest I’ve been since you kissed me in my shop that day.”
He shook his head. “You kissed me, remember? You’ve made me the happiest bear. Oh!”
“What?”
“This is why no wine. I get it now.”
I laughed harder. My chest released the tension I was feeling and I could breathe again. Everything turned out perfectly. “Yes. No more wine for me, but there’s a greater tragedy.”
“What is it?”
“No more coffee.”
Lewis pretended to pass out, laughing the whole time. “No! Not the coffee.”
We ate our dinner and indulged in too much pie. When we were packed up and looking up at the stars, Lewis turned to me. “Wilder, you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I love you. I love the both of you so much.”
I put my hands on my stomach. “I love you both as well. I love our little family.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lewis
With the baby on the way, I convinced Wilder that we needed to be under the same roof every night. In case he needed anything. Or wanted anything. And also, because my bear would not let me sleep if he was not tucked into bed right next to us.
“I can move in with you,” I said one afternoon when visiting him in his shop, “if you like.”
Wilder, who had been hemming and hawing about moving at all because it sounded like a lot of work and his pregnant body didn’t want to do it, frowned. “That doesn’t make any sense. You have to be there to take care of the chickens and the garden, and what if something attacks the hives? All those living things.”
He wasn’t wrong.
“I understand, but I can make it work so that you can be where you want to be and not have to go through the inconvenience of a move. Not that I’d let you lift anything heavier than one of your remedies, but it’s still…”
He huffed. “And my apartment is very small. Barely big enough for one person. Even if we were able to fit you in, where would we put the baby?”
Okay, if I’d learned anything during the early months of this pregnancy, it was that my mate reserved the right to change his mind—even if he didn’t know he was doing it. My home was the logical choice for our family. There were several bedrooms, a big yard for the child and any others that might come along, and it was far preferable for me to be near all the living things on the property. Also, we could shift and run and never leave my acreage if we chose. We had even been working on a lot of Wilder’s remedies in the big farmhouse kitchen. Overall perfect.
So, why was I arguing?
Habit. Before the pregnancy, Wilder and I had never disagreed about anything I could think of, but since, he had been moody. I couldn’t blame him. Even though nausea had faded early on, he still had a body going through big changes and flooding him with hormones. And an alpha who was so anxious to please him and make everything exactly the way he wanted them that I was probably on his last nerve.
“Omega, am I driving you crazy?”
