Page 29 of His Pretty Omega
Seth got out, looking towards the back of the house and what I guessed was the backyard. “That would be my dad. He grills rain, shine, or in the middle of a snowstorm. Nothing will keep Nathan Brown from his grill.” He shook his head, “He’s nuts. Just go with it. We thought we had come up with the perfect gift for him one year, and we all chipped in on a fancy gas grill. Figured he could at least move it into the garage with the door open, and be out of the wind. Dad had the biggest fit and refused to use it. Charcoal or bust is his motto. I think Kyle finally took the thing home with him. Don’t really know.”
“Kyle is your older brother?” I could feel eyes watching us, the hairs on the back of my neck bristling, but I resisted turning around to look.
He made a shooing motion with his hand, but it wasn’t aimed at me. More somewhere over my shoulder. Because now I had to look, I turned around to see two facescrowded together at a side window of the house. They quickly ducked down when I caught them staring.
“That was my mom and my brother,” Seth rolled his eyes. Today he’d left the lids bare, but he had them rimmed in his usual black liner, and his lashes looked longer than normal. The effect made his eyes appear even bigger than usual. Fuck, I loved this man’s eyes. I could stare at them all day and never get bored. They were the most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen, and the mirror to all his feelings.
An older man’s graying head popped around the corner of the house, and he waved his pronged grilling fork in our direction.
“You eat meat!” he yelled, I assumed at me, before disappearing back around the side of the house before I had a chance to answer.
“He eats meat!” Seth hollered loud enough for the house at the end of the street to hear, and I blinked wide-eyed at him. “He eats my meat!”
“You better not let your mama hear that mouth of yours!” Filtered from around the house, along with laughter.
“Where do you think I got it from?”
My eyebrows had taken root at the top of my hairline, and I stared at him, not sure what to say to that little exchange. “Did you just tell your dad I eat your meat?”
Seth’s shoulders met his ears, and he shook his head. “It wasn’t a lie. It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.”
Rubbing a hand over the tiny bump of his belly that was pretty much hidden in his scrubs, he stage whispered, “They’re going to figure out we have sex pretty quick, Alex.”
Tilting my head at him, I blew out a breath. “We have very different families.”
“I have no doubt about that. Okay, quick rundown of the players in this telenovela,” he talked quickly as he made his way to the front door.
“We’ve got Nate, the old man on the grill. My mama, Rachel, who is the boss of this place. Don’t let her size fool you, she can take you down and not break a sweat. She’s a human in a house full of big cat shifters, and she’s not scared of any of us. Next we’ve got Kyle, who is two years older than me. His mate is Toby, who is way too sweet for my brother, but there’s no accounting for taste in some people. I try not to hold it against him. And their little crotch goblins are Greta and Harlow. Seriously, that’s their names. And, before you ask, no, we are not naming this crotch goblin something ridiculous.”
Wincing, I commented, “I’m not sure I like you referring to our baby as a crotch goblin, but I agree with you on a nice, traditional name.”
“Who said anything about traditional?” One hand landed on his hip, and he popped it out saucily.
I was so glad to see some of his spark come back, I decided I would ask what he had in mind for names later. I still planned to find out what had been bothering him on the ride over, but that could wait too.
“I said nothing ridiculous. No one mentioned traditional. Please, Goddess, tell me there is only one baby in here.”
“Are your nieces twins?” I couldn’t think of any other reason Seth had just prayed that we only had one at a time in the middle of his running monologue. It made sense in Seth’s brain though, and I was doing my level best trying to keep up. His earlier quietness had been replaced by rapid fire sentences.
“Nope,” he popped the P. “Kyle just has a fascination with old movie stars.”
“Ahhh,” I suddenly got it. “They’re named after Greta Garbo and Jean Harlow?”
“Bingo! Then we have my younger sister, Gillian–Gilly for short. Don’t call her Gillian unless you are armed and prepared for a battle. She’s five years younger than me, and usurped my youngest child throne. Yes, I’m still salty about it. No, I’m not going to get over it anytime soon. Her mate is Regina and we adore Regina. She’s also much too good for my sister!” he yelled loudly.
“So many things are starting to make sense now.” I grinned at him, then cocked my head when the sound ofsome kind of scuffle could be heard on the other side of the still closed front door.
“He’s hot! I mean if I was into guys. Looks decent too. How the hell did Seth land him?”
“Gilly, come away from there now!”
“Act right! Your brother will bring him in when he’s ready! And your brother is gorgeous. He could land pretty much any alpha he set his eye on. I love you too, Seth!”
Seth shook his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “They act like I’ve never brought an alpha home to meet them before.”
Now my curiosity was piqued. “How many have you brought home?”
“What?” He asked, suddenly all innocent and wide eyed.
