Page 77 of His Sassy Omega
“Quinn?” Lachlan’s voice was worried.
I turned to him, my hand on the doorknob. “Outside. Hot. Snow. So hot.”
I pulled at the doors, rattling them when they refused to open. Finn, bless him, calmly came over and opened the door for me. The cold, snowy air on my heated face was bliss. I rushed out into the weather that had taken an awful turn, tugging at my clothes.
I needed to shift. Now.
“Let him go, Lach.” Finn’s voice was calm. “Give him a minute. I take it this wasn’t something you had talked about?”
“Uh, we briefly talked about it.” Lachlan chose his words carefully, and I was thankful for that. I couldn’t deal with his family learning of our vastly different opinions on having children. Not now. My mind wasn’t dealing with any of this right now.
My hands seemed to have no problems figuring out what needed to be done. I was naked before I knew it. I didn’t have a care if Lachlan’s family could see me. Thankfully in the shifter world, you got used to nudity at a young age. I just knew I needed to shift. Needed to turn my brain off, and let my cat out.
Without thinking about it, my bones and muscles changed, and I shifted. Sleek, black fur covered my long limbs. My cat stretched, then snickered, as snowflakes fell on my snout. My whiskers twitched. My overheated body enjoyed the cold for once, and I sank down onto the freezing concrete of Mary’s back patio. There was already about two inches of snow covering the ground.
I tried to concentrate on my body, pushing away the quietly murmured voices of Finn and Lachlan. I didn’t hear anything but my own heartbeat. I gave up and let my cat have control.
“Oh, look at this beautiful creature,” Mary’s voice crooned, and I twitched my long, black tail in her direction. My cat was a little vain, and liked being fawned over. “Lachlan, you should shift. You two need to scent each other.”
My cat’s green eyes saw our mate ruffle his hair. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted my first shift with Quinn to go, Mom.”
She scoffed at him. “Needs must and all that.”
Lachlan bent next to me, and I sniffed his outstretched hand, a rumbling purr issued from deep inside me.
“You’re magnificent, Quinn.” He ran a hand down my neck, the long length of my back, all the way to my tail. “Look at you, baby. You’re stunning. I’d know those green eyes anywhere.”
My cat nuzzled his hand, licking at his palm. My cat stood, towering over his still kneeling frame, and nuzzled his chin, big head knocking into his. He rubbed all over Lachlan’s face, marking him as ours, scenting him, as he laughed, his hands buried in thick, black fur. Something seemed to shift inside me.
Finn stood in the doorway. “Give me a half hour, and I’ll meet you at your place.”
Lachlan nodded, then stood up. My cat flounced back down, tail swishing in the quickly falling snow. Green eyes blinked, watching Lachlan shed his clothes in the cold, shifting. A huge silver wolf nuzzled my cat, marking me as his. Brilliant blue eyes stared into green, a calmness stilling the turmoil in my mind.
We stayed that way for another few minutes, bodies next to each other, snuffling and sniffing, nuzzling. Finally, I knew we needed to find out for sure if I was indeed pregnant. I shifted back, cursing at the cold and the snow. Lachlan shifted too, but he seemed to be able to stand the cold better than me. We both hurried back into our clothes, inside to the warm kitchen. Thankfully, it was empty this time.
I stared at Lachlan. I was sure he could read all my emotions in my big eyes. He looked as shell shocked as I felt. I bit at my lower lip, and he gentlypulled it from my teeth, running his finger over the reddened flesh. “It’s going to be okay, Quinn. No matter what.”
“I don’t…” I stopped my words. I didn’t need his family overhearing me.
Lachlan looked sad for a minute, his blue eyes showing a flash of hurt, before clearing. “I know.” He left the rest of my sentence hanging in the air. “We don’t even know for sure.”
He was trying to reassure me, while my mind went back to whirling, and adding up all the things since my flu. The queasiness, the ungodly tiredness I couldn’t shake. The achiness I’d carried around in my abdomen for more than a week. All the things I’d shrugged off as stress, work, the holidays, lingering effects from the flu. Fuck, I’d even thought it might be an ulcer or my appendix. A part of me still told myself it could be any of the above, while a smaller part wrestled with knowing I was pregnant.
He touched my cheek tenderly. “Finn is going to meet us at my place – it’s not far from here – and we’re going to find out for sure. Take a test, and we’ll know one way or another, tonight.”
He made it sound so easy. Like the results of this test might not change everything for us. The thought of being pregnant horrified me. I hadn’t changed my mind on kids. If I was pregnant, then what? I didn’t want kids, and Lachlan did. We hadn’t had enough time to discuss it, beyond the initial conversation, but I seriously doubted he had changed his mind. I hadn’t.
He was right though; I couldn’t make any decisions until we knew for sure. My heart was pounding in my chest again, my palms sweating. I felt on the verge of a panic attack, and pushed it down.
I nodded into his hand. “Okay.” I took a deep, shuddering breath. “Let’s go.”
He held my gaze for a minute. “It’s going to be fine, Quinn.”
“I know.” I was lying. Nothing had beenfinesince he’d walked into my bakery. I didn’t think anything was going to befine. Not at all. Not ever again.
Chapter Nineteen
Lachlan
