Page 33 of My Omega's Baby
He cocked his head. “Why?”
I shrugged. “I’m trying not to overreact.”
“Little late for that.”
“You didn’t seem to believe your mom’s crazy story any more than I did.” I shut the dishwasher and faced him.
“If it had been up to me, I’d have stayed and talked with my mom some more. You couldn’t wait to bolt.”
I scrunched my face with irritation. “Your mother told me I was fucking pregnant, Wyatt.” I raked a hand through my hair. “What the hell was I supposed to say? Awesome, will you throw me a baby shower, Mrs. Smith?”
He exhaled. “Why would she make this up? What possible reason would she have to lie to us?”
“I thought you didn’t believe her either?”
“I didn’t. I don’t.” He grimaced. “But I keep coming back to the fact that my mom isn’t a liar. And she knows her shit about our species’ history.”
“Well, I know basic biology. And males don’t have babies.” I rubbed my stomach in response to how weird the conversation made me feel.
“She knew about you throwing up. She knew about your eyes. How? How the hell did she know that, Blade?” He bit his lip, looking confused. “I mean, I get how shit-nuts this sounds. Trust me. I really do.”
“I don’t have a uterus. I am aman,” I growled. “Me being pregnant is not a fucking possibility. I don’t care how much you trust your mother. She’s wrong. Dead wrong about this.”
He clenched his jaw and nodded. “Yeah. She has to be.”
“I’m glad we have that settled.” I started to leave the room, and he grabbed my wrist.
His touch made me immediately breathless. I hoped that I was able to hide it, but my instinct was to move closer to him and let him hold me. I yanked my arm, but he held tight. “Let go.”
“Wait. Don’t freak out.”
My heart rate was fast as I silently held his wary gaze.
“The thing that keeps bugging me is why were you sick?”
I frowned. “Who cares?”
“Me.”
“It could have been something I ate. Maybe just the stress from how traumatic it was to be fucked by a man.”
He narrowed his gaze. ”You weren’t traumatized. You were begging for it.”
My face flushed. “Shut up.”
“Don’t try to pretend it wasn’t what it was. We both wanted it.” He licked his lips, and his thumb brushed over my skin, sending tingles up my arm. “And we both loved it.”
I jerked my arm away and rubbed my throbbing flesh. “Fine. I liked it. So what? That doesn’t make the laws of physics change, and now men have babies.”
“Okay. Let’s say you puked because of something you ate. Why were your eyes neon blue?” He grimaced. “I mean it, Blade. I couldn’t even look at them it hurt so much.”
Was he now actually trying to convince me I was pregnant? “What are you doing?”
“Trying to be logical.”
I gave a harsh laugh. “Logic says males don’t have babies.”
“How much do you know about our kind?” He chuffed. “Because apparently I don’t know nearly as much as I thought I did.”
