Page 71 of His Surrogate Omega

“So… youbothare pregnant?”

“No,” Jamie corrected. “I can’t have a child.” He turned and smiled warmly at Gray. “My friend here has kindly agreed to aid my alpha and I in our wish for a babe. He’s giving us an amazing gift that I will never truly be able to repay.”

The driver looked up into the mirror, not saying anything. Gray felt the man’s stare on him—and it made him uncomfortable.

“That’s a fine thing you’re doing,” the driver said, pinning him with a stare.

Gray nodded, not liking the attention of the stranger. Jamie felt no qualms in sharing all of their information, while Gray remained a bit more conservative with who he told. Opinions about surrogates were a mine field, it seemed. While there were many who thought his act noble—not that it was in any way—there were still some from the older generation who thought fate should be left alone and that Jamie and Rohan should be left childless.

The car came to a sudden stop at the side of the street.

“McConnel Avenue. Home of Joyous Eats. That’ll be four-eighty-three.”

Jamie reached through with some renos in hand. “Keep the rest.”

“Thank you, kindly,” the driver said. “You two enjoy your lunch.”

Jamie jumped out first, carrying his bags out. He turned to offer a hand to Gray—who took it immediately. He was only four and a half months along, but the baby was almost definitely an alpha, if size said anything. He was already beginning to show a little. His back ached all the time, so any extra help up was appreciated.

They clamored out onto the street and took the few steps to the door of the restaurant. The maître d’ bent over backwards to help them store their bags and find them the perfect table up front. They had a bird’s eye view of the street and everyone zipping to and fro.

Menus were placed before them. Gray opened his, and his eyes widened at the prices.

As they had been doing all day long.

He’d alwaystriedto live frugally. He’d often failed, but even his failures looked conservative compared to what Jamie spent.

Before long, they placed their orders and received their drinks. He took a sip from his iced tea and sighed, glad to finally have a moment of rest.

“If I haven’t already said it, thank you for the clothes,” Gray said.

“You’ve thanked me over and over again, silly,” Jamie said.

“I really didn’t need them.”

Jamie scoffed. “I saw how tight your sweater was around your midsection and don’t even get me started on the rubber band holding your pants up. Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

“But pregnancy is only a few months out of my life. It seems extravagant to spend a lot on clothes I won’t wear for long. I was making do with what I had.”

“I like spoiling you a little. Where’s the harm in that?”

Gray smiled a little. He wasn’t going to lie. He absolutely loved the soft pants and top he was wearing now. Jamie had made him change into it after purchasing. It was incredibly comfortable.

“This baby is going to be spoiled rotten, I predict.”

Jamie grinned. “Absolutely.” He took a sip from his glass of wine and sighed. “Anyway… you deserve a little pampering in your condition. If it was me pregnant, I would’ve had an entire new wardrobe purchased, just for the hell of it. I would want the world to know I was pregnant. Those clothes help show off the baby bump.” He leaned over the small table and pressed a hand to the top of the swell. “That is an alpha… it has to be.”

“I think so… there’s no way I’d be showing this soon if it wasn’t. I’d say it’s a big alpha, at that.”

Jamie cringed a little. “There’s only one thing bad about that.”

The delivery. It was going to hurt more the bigger the babe was. “True. I will admit that I’m not looking forward to that.”

“I will be there every second. Holding your hand. Helping you through the pain. I’d take it myself if I could… if it could make your suffering less.”

“I know you would,” Gray said.

Jamie lifted his glass—but then an odd look crossed his face and his hand dropped, clattering the edge of the glass on the table. Wine splashed, some of it cresting the edge of the glass before staining the white tablecloth.

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