Page 78 of My Omega's Baby
“You have one week left. You can do this.”
“Spare me the pep talk.” He moved toward a thick log near a clump of purple mountain iris. He slowly lowered himself down with a grunt.
“Would you rather I was as pissed off as you all the time?”
“Sure. I miss the old days when we were at each other’s throats.” He wiped sweat from his brow. “All this lovey-dovey sweet shit is getting on my nerves.”
I sucked in a calming breath and tried to sound cheerful. “Well, I still love you, even if you are a huge pain in the ass.”
He scowled. “You’re the reason I’m in this mess.”
I winced. “This ‘mess’ is our baby.”
“Well aware.”
“Look, I know this last month has been hard—”
“Hard?” He looked pissed. “It’s been miserable.Miserable. I have to pee every ten minutes, I have constant indigestion, and my back hurts all the time.” He rubbed his eyes roughly. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in three weeks.”
“I know.” I sighed and sat beside him. The doctor hadn’t been kidding when he’d said Blade’s body would change a lot the last month. Two days after we got here, his stomach started growing at an alarming rate. He’d been in a world of hurt ever since then.
He winced. “Ouch.”
“Did the baby move?”
He nodded. “Yes. It’s kicking constantly today.”
“Can I feel?” I asked softly. One of my favorite things was touching his stomach and feeling the baby move against my hand.
“Yes,” he said softly. He sighed and leaned his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I’m being so grouchy.”
“It’s okay.” I kissed his hair and put my hand over his belly. There was a bump against my palm, and I smiled happily. “There he is.”
“He?”
I shrugged. “I just don’t like calling the baby ‘it.’”
“Your mom is convinced it’s a boy.”
“I know. I’ll be happy if it’s a girl too.”
“And I’ll be happy when this is over.” He sighed and winced again. “Jesus, I think the baby is as pissed off as me.”
“You think our cabin is small. Imagine being stuck in there.”
He snorted a laugh. “True.”
“We should probably head back down the hill.” I glanced at the time on my cell. “You have a doctor’s appointment in a couple of hours.”
“Will you make me chocolate chip pancakes when we get back?”
He sounded so hopeful I couldn’t say no. I smiled. “Of course.”
“How many did I have yesterday?”
“Five.”
He squinted as I tugged on his arm and helped pull him to his feet. “I think I’ll only have four today,” he said breathlessly. “You almost couldn’t get me up off this log just now.”
