Page 79 of His Innocent Omega
“Are you kidding me?” I slapped his arm lightly. “That is brilliant, Mr. Beckett! But it sounds expensive.”
He snorted, “I can afford it.”
“I can help,” I nibbled my bottom lip. “I have money, Grayson.”
His lips brushed my curls again. “I want to do this for us, Wyatt. We can call it an early wedding present.”
A shudder ran through me, my shoulders hunching involuntarily at the ‘M’ word.
“Ew, let’s not call it that. I just don’t feel the need for us to get married. We’re committed to each other and that’s enough for me. A silly piece of paper isn’t going to change that.”
Grayson snorted, but I knew this wasn’t the last I was going to hear about this subject. For someone who had gone most of his life convinced he didn’t want a mate, he sure had been bringing marriage and mate claiming up a lot lately. A whole lot.
“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, “how about we call it a push present? I still owe you one of those.”
“What the fuck is a push present?” Turning in his arms so we were facing, I went through my wiggling routine until I was settled again.
“It’s an expensive present you get when you have a baby. For pushing the baby out. Push present. Get it? I think it’s usually jewelry but a house is much more practical.”
Blinking hard, I stared at his face in the darkness trying tofigure out if he was making this up.
“Did Wade come up with this?” I snorted, “Because this sounds like something he would conjure up to get Finn to buy him stuff.”
Grayson barked out a laugh, “It’s a thing, I swear to you. Though, now that you mention it, I wouldn’t be surprised if Wade didn’t have a hand in starting the trend somehow.”
“Mmm,” I thought about it for a moment, “I kind of think I like this idea of getting something for pushing a baby out. Besides the baby, I mean. It was hard work.”
“Yeah, well, next time don’t expect to get another house.”
“Slow your roll, sheriff,” I teased, “who said there was going to be a next time?”
“I’m not getting any younger you know?” he grinned at me in the darkness, his white teeth gleaming, and rubbed his soft beard against my cheek making me giggle again.
“Might need to trade you in for a younger model.” The sharp smack to my ass made me yelp in surprise. Kissing him softly, I whispered, “I would never. And we can discuss another push present. In like five years.”
“Two,” he countered.
“Three.”
“I’ll take it.” He stroked a hand down my back, then rubbed over the tingling spot on my ass from the light spank. “I love you,mon petit cheri.”
“And I love you, my Grayson.”
We were silent then, basking in just being together. Hands roaming lightly over skin, tender touches and light, sleepy kisses. I was almost asleep when I remembered something.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, sitting up in bed. Grayson jerked, having been asleep or close to it.
“Wha’s happen’ng,” he mumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“I added something to my list!”
“The sexy list or the other list?” He was slowly becoming more coherent.
“The sexy one.”
His eyes flew open at that, and he sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp in less than two seconds. Flinging the drawer open, he pulled out my pile of lists, tossing the non-sexy ones back in the drawer, wide awake now. Wincing at the wild way they were landing, I knew I would need to straighten them before I would be able to fall asleep. I had deliberately put the list he was looking for on the very bottom.
“Voila!” he shouted, holding the paper above his head in victory, and I shushed him before he woke Julianna up. He scanned the list, and I knew just when he found my latest addition.
