Page 31 of His Innocent Omega
He proceeded to coax another top-notch burp out of Julianna, then efficiently changed her diaper, cooing nonsense words at her the entire time. Her little eyes were drooping and her lips made tiny smacking noises and snuffles, as he placed her back into the plastic bassinet. Watching him be so efficient, I tried to remember I was annoyed at him, and to not stare at his firm ass in his jeans.
Taking the chicken sandwich out of the bag, I snagged the fries too, after telling myself I didn’t need them and had baby weight to lose. After the ordeal of today, I felt like I had earned them, though, and dieting could wait. Handing him the bag, I murmured a quiet thank you around a mouthful of salad.
Nikki came in and I had to pause eating while she checked myvitals and administered my pain meds. “I’ll come back to take the baby to the nursery after I make my rounds. Since you’re not chest feeding, we’ll keep her there all night so you can rest, as Dr. Sinclair requested. We would have just brought her in for her feedings otherwise, then taken her back to the nursery,” she explained, entering my stats in her laptop.
“Can she stay in the room if I’m here to do the feedings?” Grayson shocked me with his question. Wait, he was planning to stay here? All night? In my room? To take care of the baby? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. We still had a shit ton of things to discuss and decide, and this seemed like an intimate thing to do. We weren’t in a relationship, despite sharing a child.
Fated mate, don’t forget, my giraffe hummed, reminding me.
Nikki’s fingers hesitated over her keyboard. “I would need to get it cleared with Dr. Sinclair. He was pretty adamant that Wyatt needed to rest as much as possible.”
Grayson nodded, digging into the bag and pulling out a paper wrapped burger. It smelled delicious, greasy and I could see cheese and a piece of bacon sticking out. While my giraffe ate no meat, the human side of me didn’t mind chicken, or some fish now and then. Red meat had never appealed to me, but that burger looked and smelled amazing. Maybe I was hungrier than I’d thought I was if burgers were tempting me.
“I can call him,” Grayson put his burger down on my tray, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sliding his thumb over it. Surreptitiously, I tugged on the piece of bacon sticking out of his burger, sliding it free. Biting into it, my eyes closed and I moaned out loud. When I opened my eyes, I saw Grayson staring at me, his phone paused halfway to his ear, grinning and looking pleased with himself.
His dark eyes looked even darker than they normally did,his pupils slightly dilated. Realizing I was still making little moaning sounds as I devoured the bacon, I felt my face heat up.
The flush I was sure was burning my cheeks had been worth it because theretheywere. The dimples that had the power to topple a nation. Goddess, if I hadn’t literally just given birth, I was sure my backside would be damp with slick. Those dimples made my stomach do a whirly loop.
Staring back at him, I ate the last bite of bacon, daring him to say one word.
“Hey Finn, question,” he spoke into the phone, as I licked my bacon coated fingers, ignoring the gagging sound my giraffe made at my meat eating.
Nikki was smiling as she finished up with her notes. “I steal bacon from my mate too. I mean, it’s bacon, how can you not?”
Grayson held his phone out to Nikki. “Finn wants to speak toyou.”
She took the proffered phone, and turned away, speaking quietly into it.
“You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you?” Though it wasn’t really a question, more me stating what I had deduced was a fact.
Grayson sat back down with his burger, taking a large bite and shrugging nonchalantly. “People tend to do what I ask, yes.”
Snorting, I bit into a fry. Even lukewarm, the diner food was delicious. Or maybe I was just so hungry I didn’t care. “I think you have the definitions ofaskandtellconfused.”
“Finn is a friend. I asked him if it would be detrimental to your recovery if I stayed in the room all night, and took care of the feedings. Believe me, Finn Sinclair would have no trouble telling me no.”
“Why do I feel like the list of people who would tell you no is rather short?”
Grayson shrugged, “Haven’t really thought about it. Jamie says I’m used to people doing what I say.”
“Jamie?”
“Jamie Sinclair. He’s my best friend. He’s also Finn’s brother. We worked together for a long time, before he came home to Sweet Alps.”
There was that Sinclair name again. There sure seemed to be a lot of them. I had questions I wanted to ask Grayson, about his life. Wanted to discover who he was. Needed to for my–our–daughters sake. I wasn’t about to let her go off with someone I didn’t know the first thing about, and the way Grayson had been acting, I was one hundred percent sure he was going to want some kind of visitation arrangement.
“Was that how you ended up here?” I wiped my mouth, reclining on the bed, pleasantly full. The pain meds had done their job, and I wasn’t hurting as bad.
“Something like that,” Grayson responded evasively. “Story for another time. I need to ask you something.”
Trepidation swirled in my gut, and it had nothing to do with the greasy fries I had inhaled.
“Sure.” Smoothing the blankets around my middle gave my hands something to do.
“Why didn’t you contact me when you discovered you were pregnant?”
The question hung in the air between us like a live thing.
