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“You’re sure?” I searched his face for any flicker of doubt. “I mean… we never really talked about—about kids, and?—”
“Flynn.” His tone left no room for argument. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything. You’re carrying my baby, and I…” His voice softened, eyes going molten as they traced over my face. “I’m so fucking in love with you. With us. With the family we’re building.”
My lip wobbled. Relief hit me so hard I almost sagged in his arms.
“You’re not… scared?” I whispered.
“Oh, I’m terrified,” he admitted with a laugh, pressing kisses across my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. “But in the best way. I can’t wait, Flynn. God, I can’t wait to see you swell with my baby.”
“You really want this?”
“Baby, I wanteverythingwith you. And you’re forgetting something.” He cupped my tits. “These will be full again.”
I chuckled through the tears. Just like that, the dread in my chest melted.
Seth’s hand slipped over mine where it rested on my stomach. He spread his fingers wide, protective already, and smiled down at me.
“We’ll do it together.” His lips brushed my temple. “I’m not missing a second of this.”
“Okay.” My voice broke, thick with emotion. “I’m glad you feel that way.”
“I bet it was that day in the forest,” he murmured. “We kind of went a little off the rails there, didn’t we?”
Yes, yes, we did, but it’d been beautiful, and if that was the day we made our baby, then even better.
“Seth.”
“Hmm?”
“You know when I lactate this time, it’ll be food for the baby.”
He squeezed my hip. “I’m sure junior won’t mind sharing with his dad.”
“Or her. Or they.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll love them regardless. And I love you.”
I closed my eyes and buried my face into my alpha’s chest, breathing in the scent of him—warm, steady, unshakable.
My lips curved faintly against his shirt. I was teasing him earlier about my milk, but the thought lingered, warm and a little heady. If I produced as much as last time… if my chest grew heavy and ached the way it had before…
I’d need him.
To help me deal with the supply.
To drink from me, greedily, like only he could.
To remind me every day that I was his omega, his mate, his.
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FLYNN
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Seth’s voice rumbled through the speaker, low and warm, threaded with regret. “I know I said I’d be home by six, but we had a client emergency. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“You’d better.” I pouted, stretching out across the couch, absently stroking over my rounded belly. “I’ve been waiting all day like some… neglected house omega.”
A soft laugh crackled in my ear. “Neglected? You? My little omega who’s been fucked full every night this week?”
