Page 23 of Such a Grumpy Omega
Everly
“I forgot what I was coming in here for.” I stopped in between the kitchen and the living room and looked around, sure the thought would come back to me.
Fraser bit his lips, trying not to smile. This late stage of pregnancy was wild. Yes, I was bigger than a cottage and craving all sorts of crazy things, but the forgetfulness and general spaciness were driving me insane. Plus, the pregnancy books didn’t prepare me for being so forgetful. Or maybe they did, and I forgot.
“What were you doing before you came in here?” my alpha asked.
I felt my cheeks heat up. “I was refolding baby clothes.” Such was my life now. Either I was cleaning the nursery or wiping down furniture or folding and reorganizing the dresser and closet.
“Ah. Did you wash some more? Were you going to turn over the load into the dryer?”
My mouth fell open. “How did you know?”
“Because the washer just beeped, sweetheart.”
I marched to the laundry room, put the load into the dryer, and shook my head at my silliness. I only had about another month of this pregnancy and while I was enjoying most of it, it was times like this that put me into the category of wanting this baby out of my body—immediately.
“Hey.” Fraser walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his fingers threading above my stomach. “It’s okay. It’s temporary. Hormones are real jerks.”
“I know. I just need to make peace with it. That’s the hard part.”
“What can I do to make you feel better?”
I stood up taller and leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder. My head was a mess of to-do lists and what-ifs, along with catastrophic scenarios that I had to constantly push out of my mind. The brain work of being pregger was exhausting. “Chocolate cake might help.”
Fraser barked out a laugh, shaking us both. “You know, wouldn’t it be nice if I already put in an order for your favorite chicken parmesan with pasta and a Triple Chocolate Threat cake?”
I whirled around so fast, we almost bumped heads. My belly kind of shoved Fraser away. “Stop it. You did not.”
“I did. I have the day off, and I wanted us both to take a break from cooking tonight. Besides, that chocolate cake always reminds me of our first date and, well, that was one of the best nights of my life.”
“One of the best?” I teased, leaning forward to kiss him.
“Yes. I’m thinking that the day we welcome our baby will be up there as well. Plus, the day I met you. And the day you first told me you love me.”
Cue the tears.
“Now look what you’ve done,” I said, laughing, swiping the wetness from my cheeks.
“I have an idea. While we wait for the food delivery, how about I draw you a bath?”
I made ahmmsound in the back of my throat and leaned my forehead against his chest. Fraser always knew how to soothe me. He never mentioned what I’d done to try to shut down Cuffed ever again. There were times that I wanted to talk about it, to be reassured that I hadn’t hurt his business or to apologize again, especially when the hormones hit, but other than that, it was a mute subject.
“Will you join me?” I asked, hopeful.
“No, I have to stay dressed and wait for the food, but I will sit next to you and wash your back and your hair.”
“I suppose that will have to do. Plus, I’m not sure you could fit in there with me and this beach ball.”
He peppered kisses all along my cheeks and rubbed my belly. “Not a beach ball. Our pup is in there. I happen to think you get more and more sexy every day, mate.”
“Hmm, want to prove it?” I asked.
“In lieu of the bath or in addition to the bath? Either way, you still have to wait until the food is delivered.”
“Bath. Then food. Then you. Then cake.”
Fraser chuckled. “Best schedule ever. Go on and get undressed while I run your bath.”
