Page 15 of Baking for His Omega

I sighed, melted by his calling me omega and relieved beyond words by his offer. “Okay. Thank you.”

Wyatt kicked his legs while I tried to get most of the water from the floor. I was mopping my heart out when Gideon knocked on the door. I opened it to see him with a toolbox in his hands.

He frowned at my wet pants. “You’re okay? You didn’t slip and fall, did you? Wyatt?”

The fact that he asked about me and my son? Yeah, I was a goner.

“We’re okay. Thank you for coming.”

Gideon went right to work after tickling Wyatt’s feet a little bit. In no time, he’d swapped out the pipe, and we spent the next hour cleaning up and getting everything dry.

“You keep some pipes in your toolbox?” I laughed.

“No, but I put some in there from the bakery. I keep some on hand just in case. Plumbing issues will ruin a lot of things fast.”

“Well, thank you. We really appreciate it. I really appreciate you.”

Gideon rubbed the back of his neck. “Careful, Kelly, or I might say something not safe for friend zone. Helping you is something I would set aside everything else for.”

“Be careful yourself. Would you let me thank you with a bite to eat? I was planning on breakfast for dinner. Wyatt was about to go down for the night. He’s off his schedule today, and he just had a snack, so he is filled up.”

“That sounds really good. Do you want to put him to bed and I’ll wait here?”

I nodded. “He goes to sleep on his own, so I’ll be back in just a second.”

When I got Wyatt out of his high chair, he reached for Gideon again. Gideon rubbed his back a little and told him good night. That seemed to be enough for him, and soon I was putting him in his crib for the night.

Now to make dinner for my alpha.Thealpha. Gideon. My friend.

This was harder than it seemed.

It only took about twenty minutes to whip up pancakes, eggs, and sausage as well as a quick blueberry compote. We sat across from each other and dug in. Gideon must’ve been hungry.

Perhaps I’d interrupted his dinner.

“I hope I didn’t keep you from anything you had planned tonight,” I said.

“Not at all. I usually read a bit before going to bed so I can be up before the sun. Kind of a boring bear, huh?”

I shrugged. “Not at all. You work so hard during the day.”

“I try.”

We finished the meal and washed dishes side by side. He washed and I dried, just like after the party, even though I protested him doing anything at all. We continued talking into the night until I realized what time it was. “I’ve kept you up so late. I’m sorry.”

Gideon yawned and stretched his built arms over his head. “That’s okay, but I’m dead on my feet. I’ve still got to walk home.”

“How about you crash on the couch?” The question burst from my mouth before I could stop it. I was certain my deer had something to do with it.

“That would be great. Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’m sure. Let me get you some blankets.”

Chapter Fourteen

Gideon

My bear still wanted this little family safely in our den, but he was glad to be close to our omega—just a few yards away. Kelly piled pillows at one end of the couch and spread two blankets over the rest. “I should get you sheets,” he said, spinning on a heel to head back to the bedroom.

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