Page 75 of Knot Our Reality

I gasp when we step onto the back deck. The place looks completely transformed.

“What’s this?” I ask, glancing between the two of them.

“While Bree told us we would be dining out here, it was a lot earlier in the day. We had some ideas about how to make this an amazing date for you, so they made it happen.” Camden nods toward Wilder. “Although it was mostly him. He’ll be the first to tell you I’m not great at romance.”

Wilder chuckles. “You’ve got that right. I know it’s hard for you to plan ahead for the dates with the pregnancy, but I wanted to make sure tonight felt special even if we didn’t leave the compound.”

I glance around, taking in all the fairy lights and candles—real ones, for once—set up. There’s a table set up over the pool, but I can see straight down into it. The lights flicker along with the candles, and it’s beautiful.

Gauzy, flowing curtains hide away most of the deck, keeping my attention focused on the pool and table sitting there.

The table is big enough to fit more than the three of us, and I can already see it’s laden with food. It’s covered with an elegant black tablecloth, and I can see a bottle of something cooling. It makes me a little sad that I’m pregnant.

I know a glass wouldn’t hurt the baby, but I’m not taking any chances.

If I weren’t pregnant, I’d drink the hell out of whatever it is. Then again, if I weren’t pregnant, I wouldn’t be here, would I?

“What is this?” I ask as we approach the edge of the pool. “I assume it’s safe.”

Wilder nods. “It absolutely is. It’s just plexiglass, but it’s strong enough to hold our weight and then some.”

I allow the two of them to lead me across the plexiglass. They sit on either side of me, filling my plate with a little bit of everything before beginning to feed me.

“You know I can feed myself, don’t you?” I ask, taking a bite off Camden’s fork. It probably sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m really not. I like that they want to feed me.

“Don’t worry, omega. We’re quite aware you can feed yourself.” Wilder winks, lifting another bite to my mouth.

What am I supposed to do? Deny the food they’re lifting to my lips?

Unlikely, even if I wanted to—which, to be clear, I don’t.

Once we finish eating, I feel like I’m going to need someone to roll me out of my chair. I probably shouldn’t have eaten so much, but I couldn’t help myself. The food was just so good.

Wilder reaches over and pops the cork on the bottle that’s been chilling in the bucket of ice while we ate. “And time for our after-dinner drink.”

“Oh, um. I don’t drink when I’m pregnant,” I say quietly, putting my hand over my glass when he goes to pour some inside.

He chuckles, flashing the label of the bottle. “I’m sure you don’t, which is why this is a sparkling rosé grape juice.”

I flush, allowing my hand to fall away. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“No, omega.” Wilder shakes his head. “I should’ve told you what it was before.”

He pours glasses for each of us, and when I lift it to my lips, it’s absolutely amazing.

“Holy shit. I’m never drinking the real stuff again. This is amazing.”

Camden nods. “I don’t drink much during the season—or even in the off season—so this is a good alternative when I’m feeling fancy. I adore it.”

Glancing between the two of them, I take another sip before I set down my glass. “Camden, my brother came to get your blood earlier this week, didn’t he?”

“He did.”

“Did he tell you what it was for?”

He shakes his head. “No. I figured it was to test my hormone levels before shooting me full of more. I’m guessing from your question that isn’t why.”

“That might have been part of the reason, but it definitely wasn’t the only reason.” I’m going to kill my brother when I see him next. “Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t tell you why. He was running our blood to see if we’re an omega pair.”

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