Page 89 of Tying the Knot
Epilogue
Dylan
I watchMorgan snoozing in her nest. Her uber nest. The entire ground floor bedroom has been turned into a giant nest for this creature who is growing our child inside her. We know that biologically the baby is Elijah’s, but all that means is that next time, it will be one of ours. We cannot wait for her to give birth, which is imminent. She is about a week away and has decided that now is the time for her to go and see Adam, even though Elijah expressed his wish for it to be sooner. The Happs’s have been incarcerated about an hour’s drive from here, and we need to get a move on in case of traffic.
Seeing as I’m the least likely to offend a nesting omega, I’ve been handed the short straw to wake her.
“Kitten,” I whisper, crouching down next to her and placing a soft hand on her arm. “It’s time to go.”
“Fuck off,” she growls.
I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. Shewillkill me.
“Don’t you want to show your ginormous belly off to Adam?” I ask.
Her eyes fly open at the magic words. “Hell, yeah,” she says and holds her hand out for me to heave her to her feet. She is gorgeous. I want to ravage her, but she has given us the red light for all that nonsense—her words, not mine. I reach out and run my hand over her belly, and she smiles indulgently. “Let’s go. What are you waiting for?” She bustles off, leaving me behind to catch up – which isn’t hard, given her condition.
I fall into step beside her, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. “I love you.”
“Adore you,” she purrs but then abandons me as Kaleb is waiting by the door with snacks.
She grabs the bag of Doritos on her way out of the door to the waiting SUV. Elijah helps her in. It was just meant to be the two of them, but when she beckons me over, I go.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she replies. “Your calming influence may be needed at some point.”
Taking that, I slide in next to her, and Elijah sets off. She turns to wave at Nik and Kaleb, and then she snuggles into me, handing me the Doritos to open for her so she can stuff her hand in and consume the entire large packet before we’ve even hit the outskirts of London.
She is a goddess.
Elijah
I’m petrified.
I wanted this over months ago, but she was determined to wait until the last minute to go and see him. I think it’s her hope to pop the baby out all over his feet or something. But if that’s what she wants, she can have it. I’d hand her the moon if she asked. Not that she would, and it’s one of the most glorious things about her. She is humble and appreciative of any and all things she is given, no matter how small.
The drive to the prison is quiet and reflective. I can feel Morgan’s anxiety from here, and it's winding me up. I’m glad that Dylan is here. He is definitely needed to stop the alpha and omega from riling each other up to the point of no return. I want this to be as stress-free as possible, but to me, that means not coming. That is, without a doubt, something that I won’t suggest in a million years. Shewillkill me. She has been waiting for this moment, and I know her mouth is watering to finally tell Adam where he can go.
“Are we nearly there?” she asks a bit later. “I need to pee.”
“About ten minutes,” I murmur. “I can find somewhere to stop.”
“No, keep going. I’m sure they have toilets at the prison for visitors.”
“I’m sure they do,” I reply, trying to stay on her good side by being quiet and supportive. She is a hellcat right now. Her nesting instinct is driving the pack crazy. All of the rooms have been spring cleaned to within an inch of their lives, and all the furniture moved around more than once. I can still feel the bruise on my shin from walking into my bed in the middle of the night when I came in from work because it wasn’t where I’d left it. I smile fondly, and she catches it in the rear view mirror.
“What are you grinning at like an idiot?”
“You. I love you.”
“Oh.” She calms down and preens slightly. “Do we have any more snacks?”
Dylan lets out a loud guffaw and hands her a big bar of chocolate which she rips open and devours as if it was her last meal.
I shake my head. I can handle her not saying she loved me back and instead asking for snacks. I’m secure enough in our love to know that right now, snacks are king.
“We’re here,” I mutter as the vast grey building looms into view.
