Page 13 of His Innocent Omega
I knew that voice! I still heard that voice in my wickedest of dreams. But it couldn’t be. He was way the fuck back in Texas, and he hadn’t even lived there. He’d been staying in the hotel that night. What were the odds he was here, in Sweet Alps, California, and was the Sheriff?
Another pain ripped through me, and my knuckles turned white as they gripped the steering wheel. Some sort of sound escaped my lips that I’d never heard myself make. It was a cross between a gasp and a moan. And not the sexy moans this man had once made me make. No this was a pain filled, I’m fucking being ripped in two, type of moan.
“Can you step out of the car, sir?” Clearly, I’d taken too long to answer his initial question or the sounds I had made had himthinking I was impaired in some way.
Well, Wyatt, you fucking are impaired.
“I…” Gasping again, I closed my eyes against what was happening inside my body. Because something was definitely happening that should only be happening in a hospital. “I…don’t think I can.” Moving seemed like a very bad idea right then.
His wide chest rose with an irritated breath. Opening my car door, he crouched down to peer at me, one hand on the butt of his gun. How had I missed that? It had been in a holster that was strapped around those hips of his. Turning my head on the seat, my eyes widened, because even though the voice had sounded like the one in my dreams, I’d convinced myself it couldn’t possibly actually behim.
“You!” We said the word in unison, both of us filled with shock at the sight of each other.
My mind, and ears, hadn’t been playing tricks on me. It washim. The alpha from the hotel roomthatnight. The night I’d decided was perfect for losing my virginity and exploring my freak side. The night I’d chosen for crossing some things off my sex list.
Yeah, that had worked out great.
He looked almost the same. Well, this time he had clothes on. But the dark hair–with maybe a few more gray mixed in the strands now–and eyes were the same, the severe face carved in stone. The same massive shoulders and thighs. There was a trim beard covering the lower half of his face now, liberally mixed with gray. It did nothing to detract from his sexiness.
I wondered what that beard would feel like on my skin, before a sharp pain made me remember that now wasnotthe time to be having any kind of sexy thoughts.
His eyes moved from my face to my huge belly, and it was histurn to gasp. Yep, my belly looked like I’d swallowed a beach ball, and was almost pushing into the steering wheel.
“Okay,” he said more to himself I thought, than to me. “Let’s get you into my car and to the hospital.”
How in the actual fuck he could sound so fucking calm right now, I had no clue, but I was grateful for it. Somebody needed to stay calm right now, and it sure as fuck wasn’t going to be me. I was one step away from completely losing my shit.
Yeah, getting out of my car and walkinganywherewasn’t going to happen. At least not if the bulging I was feeling in my backside was any indication, and this overwhelming need to push. Weren’t first babies supposed to take forever? My kid had not gotten that memo.
Well, you’re the one that moved that sofa, Wyatt.
And I had. Because I hadn’t liked where the movers had put it. Even though it was exactly where I’d instructed them. While they’d been busy carrying in other boxes and furniture and taking them upstairs, I’d scooted the sofa around with my leg muscles into a completely different spot. Which I hadn’t liked either. So, I’d scooted it back to where I had originally told them to place it.
It was during the process of scooting it back that I’d felt a pop, and fluid had soaked my pants, running down my leg. My water had broken. My daughter wasn’t due for another month. Shifters only carried our babies for seven months, unlike humans who had to carry for a full forty weeks. I’d only had one appointment with my new doctor just the day before.
I’d just closed on my house last month and finalized the purchase of my new business in Sweet Alps. This morning I’d been waiting for the movers to show up with my belongings from New York at our new house. They had arrived at eight a.m. sharpthat morning and by nine-thirty my water had broken.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening now. Not this way.
I had a birth plan. I had a list. Several of them, in fact. One of those distinctly said I would give birth in a hospital, four weeks from now. Due dates were given for a reason. So you could plan things that needed to be taken care of around that date.
My daughter gave not one flying fuck about a birth plan or my many lists. She was doing things her way, it seemed.
This was most definitely not supposed to be happening in my car, in the middle of road construction, with the alpha who had unknowingly knocked me up, staring at me wide eyed.
I didn’t even know his freaking name!
“That’s not happening,” panting between clenched teeth, I clipped the words out sharply.
“What do you mean?” He was a man who expected his orders, commands, every whim to be obeyed. I knew that for a fact.
Hmm…good luck, buddy, little miss is going to keep us on our toes, right from day one.
Giving him a side-eye, I growled. “I think the only thing holding this baby in right now is the fact that I’m still wearing my pants!”
“Shit!” Oh, now he got it.
“Yeah...shit.” Panting had taken over normal breathing.
