Page 56 of My Omega's Baby
My mom had floated the idea that Blade and I might be fated mates. I’d heard of that happening, but hadn’t ever expected it would happen to me, and certainly not with another man. Not to mention the nature of our previous adversarial relationship had made the idea of being meant for one another ludicrous. But the more time I spent with Blade, the more right it felt to be together.
I moved my hand from his head slowly down his cheek to his shoulder. The slow rise and fall of his chest let me know he was still asleep. I smoothed my hand gently down until it came to rest on his flat stomach.
Our baby was in there. My chest swelled and a pleasant shiver went through me. Our child grew inside his abdomen, getting bigger every day. There were no outside signs of his pregnancy just yet, but I knew that in a few months his flat stomach would be rounded and plump with my baby.
There was something so sensual and exciting about having him carrying my child. I’d been resistant to the idea of marriage and kids for so long, these new emotions were a shock. My career had been all I cared about. I hadn’t felt like I could have both, especially after Sheena and I had split. I’d seen how difficult my job was on that relationship, and I’d sort of given up the idea of having my career and a family. But now it seemed as if maybe I could have both. I still wasn’t sure if Blade was willing to be a part of the baby’s life, but I hoped he would.
His confusion was obvious. And he still didn’t trust me, at least not like I wanted him to. I could tell he assumed I was only interested in him because of the baby. But from the moment we’d had sex, something had changed for me toward him.
Obviously, when we’d discovered he was pregnant, that had made everything much more intense, and it had forced me to examine my attraction to him. Otherwise, I might have pushed it away and tried to pretend I wasn’t that into him. But I was. I’d still want to be with him even if something horrible happened and he lost the baby. But I didn’t trust he felt the same. I knew he needed my help and support right now, but was that as far as his feelings went for me?
I decided not to worry about it too much just yet. There was still time for us to bond and grow closer. He gave a little snore, and I grinned and smiled at him, my heart tight with affection.
Chapter Fifteen
Blade
When I opened the car door, Riley West was reclined on the back seat of the limo wearing dark sunglasses. He lifted them and gave me an up-and-down look. “Are you the guy who’s supposed to take a bullet for me?”
“I’d rather it didn’t come to that. But if it does, then yeah.” I smiled and crouched as I climbed in the car. He moved so that I could sit next to him.
“I thought you’d be older.” His dark gaze was intense.
I shut the door. “I thought you’d be high.”
He grinned. “Who says I’m not?” He smoothed his hand over his long, wheat-colored hair.
“I’m not here to judge.” I met the driver’s gaze over the half-lowered partition. “I’m all set.” He nodded and the car pulled slowly into the busy street. I shifted to face my new client. I held out my hand. “Blade Carr.”
He laughed and we shook. “That’s the perfect name for a bodyguard.”
“It’s not made-up.”
“Cool.” He leaned forward and grabbed a beer from a minifridge. He held it up. “Want one?”
“Nope.”
He twisted the top off and sat back with a groan. He sipped his beer and studied me. “Do you enjoy your job?”
I nodded. “I do.”
“This is probably going to be pretty tame compared to what you usually do.”
I laughed. “To be honest, it’s rare that any job has anything big happen. Most of the time, I’m sitting around waiting on my client.”
“So no death-defying car chases or gun battles?”
I thought about the Russian asshole who’d attacked me and Wyatt. “Some. But mostly I’m here just in case someone gets a little too friendly with you.”
“Got it.” He took another long swig off his beer. “Have you ever heard any of my music?”
I frowned. “I’m not sure.”
He smirked. “You didn’t read my bio?”
“No. I did.” I’d studied his background, and I’d planned on listening to some of this songs, but I’d been so under the weather I’d let that last part slip. “I just ran out of time.”
He started singing a little tune as he watched me. “Recognize it?”
