Page 49 of My Omega's Baby
I watched him slicing an onion. His long tanned fingers moved deftly, and the memory of them on my body made my pulse skitter. We hadn’t done anything sexual since that day in my kitchen a few weeks ago when he’d given me the best blow job of my life. I licked my lips remembering the feel of his hot mouth on me. But I wasn’t going to make a move on him. I felt strangely shy about the thought of doing that. I’d never had a problem approaching women. Did I hesitate because he was the alpha and I felt like he should make the first move?
He glanced up and caught me staring. I looked away quickly, but I knew my cheeks were red because of my lusty thoughts.
“Not counting the morning sickness, how are you feeling overall?” His tone was curious, concerned. If I hadn’t known him better I’d have suspected he actually cared.
“I’m really tired.”
A sensual spark went through his brown eyes. “Maybe later I can give you a full body massage. And anything else you desire.”
I swallowed loudly, and my cock twitched with interest. God, the thought of lying naked and at his mercy was tempting. So tempting.
“It might help you relax so you can sleep better,” he cooed.
He was probably right. Sex would definitely calm me and help me sleep deeper. But he sounded so self-assured it annoyed me. I knew that made little sense, considering I’d been staring at him with my tongue practically hanging out a minute ago. But my emotions jumped around a lot lately, and while I wanted him, I didn’t need his pity.
“I don’t need sexual favors from you,” I snapped.
He looked taken aback at my surly response. “Okay. You don’t have to bite my head off.”
I was usually more even tempered. I assumed it was the pregnancy hormones flooding my body that had me happy one minute and pissed off the next. “It’s enough that you cook.”
“I’m trying to be helpful to you in many ways. I know you’re not sleeping well.” His eyes roamed my body. “And you’re losing weight.” It wasn’t a question.
“I throw up a lot. It’s not rocket science why that would be happening.” It was hard not to feel judged when his mom and he kept acting like I was purposely sabotaging my pregnancy.
He set the knife down, and he stepped closer. His green gaze was warm but guarded. “This month is especially important in the healthy development of the fetus.”
“I know. I’m not trying to lose weight,” I muttered.
“Well, you need to take steps.” He chewed his lower lip.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know.” He sounded frustrated. “But you can’t not sleep and get skinny and think the baby will be healthy.”
“I’m not sure what you want me to do.”
His face tensed and I knew he was nervous about saying what he wanted to say. “Maybe we should go to the mountains now.”
I widened my eyes. “I can’t. You know I can’t just bail on my job for three months.”
He hardened his mouth. “What’s more important here, Blade? Your job or the life of our baby?”
Our baby.
Those two words sent a little shock wave through me. Any time I thought about it too closely, it made me feel warm, strange, and connected so intimately to Wyatt. “I’m doing my best.”
He grimaced. “I know. But maybe if we went away you could just relax and focus on being healthy.”
“It’s not where I am that’s making this hard. It’s not my job or my house. It’s the baby inside me that is sucking the life from me,” I grumbled. “The baby is making me sick. The baby is making me skinny. Going to the mountains won’t change that.”
“But all you’d have to think about was the baby.”
I looked at him mortified. “You think that’s a good thing? I’d be bored out of my mind.”
“This isn’t about you right now.”
See, when he said shit like that, it made me certain he was only being nice because of the damn baby. “Uh, yeah. It’s still about me too.”
