Page 8 of His Pretty Omega
I think I definitely remembered at least three times, but things were still pretty hazy in areas. I’d had a lot to drink, and then my mind had sort of…melted. I had known what I wanted, demanded it, but also, like I hadn’t quite been in control ofthings. It was a weird sensation and hard to explain.
Like a heat?My cougar yawned, stretching.
No, not like a heat,I sassed back.My heat isn’t due for months, you know that. It’s way too early for you to start your sasshole shit. Go back to sleep. I don’t even know why I’m awake.
Phone, was his droll response.
My phone buzzed insistently, the sound jarring in the quiet of the room even though the sound was turned down. Hottie alpha mumbled in his sleep, turning away from me and snuggling into his pillow. All I could make out of him was the long line of his nicely muscled back, and almost black hair, that fell over his shoulders and hid the side of his bearded face.
Sitting up, I grabbed my head in my hands as pain sliced through it. Fucking hell, how muchhadI drunk last night? A lot, by the marching band that was practicing inside my skull. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand–when had I put it there?–I stared at the pink device blearily, trying to make the words focus.
Bennett:Seth!
Bennett:Seth!
Missed call.
Bennett:Seth, answer your mother fucking phone right now!
Bennett:Seth, I swear to the Goddess I will make Wade my new best friend!
What the actual fuck was happening right now? None of the words he had typed made any sense. And why the fuck was Bennett threatening to make our friend Wade Sinclair his new bestie. Not that I didn’t love Wade, we were like two peas in a pod, but over my dead body! Which, the way I was feeling right about now, wasn’t too far off. Squinting at the harsh light of my phone because night mode made my eyes go wonky, I slowly–very slowly–typed out an answering text.
Me:B…it’s like way too early
I didn’t even care that I sent it without proper punctuation. Punctuation could wait for coffee. And a shower. And about twelve hours more sleep. Maybe another round with hottie alpha before check out, if I was lucky.
Bennett:Your nephew doesn’t care. I’m in labor!
Labor?
Wait, what?
Bennett was in labor?
Feeling like an icy shower rained down on my head, I nearly got tangled in the sheet when I tried to scramble offthe bed too fast. Hissing at the sharp sting my aching, well used hole sent me in protest, I took one wobbly step then another. Making my way as silently as possible across the room, I grabbed my discarded clothes as I tiptoed to the bathroom.
There were three dots indicating Bennett was typing, but I hit the speed dial to call him instead. This seemed like a conversation not to be had over text messaging. Besides, my head was pounding way too much to try to text anymore.
“Seth, I need you!” Bennett wailed after the first ring. Bennett wasn’t one for much wailing, so that should have been my first clue that this was not a drill.
“B, what the fuck!” I hissed, shutting the bathroom door with a soft click and flipping on the lights. Shielding my eyes against the harsh lighting, I blinked furiously against the sting in my eyes. “You said this wouldn’t happen! You said I could go out of town and enjoy New Year’s Eve.” I felt the need to remind Bennett of his words just…yesterday? Yes, yesterday.
“Well, my water broke, so the party’s over,” he sniped, sounding like he was talking through gritted teeth. The harsh sound of him panting was all that filled the phone line for what felt like a full minute, until finally he let out a relieved sigh.
“Dammit!” I whined, trying to put my foot into the skirt I had been wearing last night while holding my phoneagainst my ear at the same time. Losing my balance, I banged into the wall and dropped my phone. It clattered loudly as it hit the hard surface of the tiled floor, bouncing twice and spinning before it came to a slow halt. Forgetting my clothes, I retrieved my phone from the floor, gulping as a wave of nausea rolled over me when I bent down.
“Fuck! Shit! Damn!”
“Seth,” Bennett’s voice rasped, “I need you!”
“B, I’m coming, but you know I am hours away,” I groaned, holding onto the cool wall and trying not to throw up any of the remaining alcohol still left in my body. “Where’s your boo thang?”
“Please refrain from referring to Shay as my ‘boo thang’ ever again,” Bennett ordered me, his voice tight.
“‘The baby isn’t due for almost three weeks’, he said.” Muttering into the phone, I repeated his words to him. “‘Go to Hollow Ridge and celebrate New Year’s Eve’, he said. ‘I’m not having this baby anytime soon’, he said.”
“Seth!” Bennett’s tone was as sharp as a knife and made me wince. Because my head was pounding and also because I knew I was being a complete brat. “My water broke a couple of hours ago, and I’m absolutely, positively in labor. Lily is out of town and Finn says it is definitely happening. Today.Finn!And no, it’s not fucking weird as hell that myex-landlordis delivering my baby and being all up inmyprivate business. Or that my best friend is hungover in a hotel room, hundreds of miles away, becausehe had to get some‘new alpha dick’. It’sfine. I’mfine. Everything isfine. Allfine!” His voice rose to an octave I had never heard before, as he tossedmywords back at me.
